The Rebirth of the Legendary King
You're Scaring Me
Next day.
After the training was over, Ling went to school as usual.
He was wearing his school uniform and looking in the mirror. This time she pulled her hair a little. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. This face that was still unfamiliar to him would forever be his face. He can't live like he used to. He must live life now.
This face was very clean, beautiful like jade, also a little plain. But his eyes were black, his gaze sharp and terrifying. With a blink of an eye, he turned that cynical gaze into a relaxed one.
Cellphone's on. It was a message from Liam who said that he was already waiting below.
He replied, "Wait there."
Downstairs, Liam checks his vibrating phone. He read a reply from Ling. Although it was only writing, he slightly held back the trembling. In his mind, he visualized the three words of Ling.
"Young Master, I've registered your account at the stock exchange bank. This is an international trading account" said uncle Qian, who was behind Liam.
Liam turned around and saw Ling coming down the stairs. He skillfully jumped down.
After reaching the bottom, he confirmed his bag. He glanced at uncle Qian. "Thank you, Uncle."
In Shadow City, the stock market was very open and many people from different countries invested in it. Usually, those who already understand stocks will register an international account, but only a few dare to invest beyond the borders of the country.
That's because the stock market in each country is different. Therefore many prefer to invest in the stock market of their own country. They understand their country better. The tactics used in their country may not be useful in other countries.
Yet stock geniuses will challenge themselves and invest in foreign stock markets.
"Let's go" Ling said. He and Liam went to school.
*
Guxian Secondary School, Urban City. Morning, at seven.
A black car stopped in front of the gate and the door opened. A pair of long legs protruded out of the car. The long leg stepped up and came down a handsome-looking man, with his hair left not too neat.
Ling played the phone with one hand and the other hand in his pocket. He lifted his head then looked at the school building. He traced the memory, then asked, "Here?"
"of course. Ling are you really losing your memory? Why else ask?" liam replied, confused. He glanced at Ling while frowning.
They also walked to the school building.
Third-graders have separate buildings. Ling's class was on the third floor while Liam's class was on the second floor. As they climbed the stairs, Liam deliberately hardened the volume of his voice while talking to Ling.
Now everyone knows. The handsome man next to Liam was the one they nicknamed trash. The gaze that was originally amazed turned to disdain. They knew nothing about the training arena because they were ordinary people. So they don't know yet that Ling isn't what he used to be.
Ling ignored that gaze and entered her class.
The ninth grade of the third floor was the worst class among all the third-classes. It was a class filled with lazy and mischievous students. They should have started the exam preparation, but the class still sounded very noisy.
But when Ling entered the class it was suddenly silent. Like someone pushing the pause button.
Ling swept his gaze across the classroom. His face was white, his eyelashes looked long, with messy hair. His eyes looked cold and lazy at the same time.
Brak!
The way he put down the bag, shocked his compatriot, Qi Yuan, who was playing the game on his phone with vigor.
Amongst the two, one was a young master dubbed useless trash, the other was an ordinary person from the Qi Family. One class underestimated them, so upon seeing them sitting together, it was considered suitable.
Yuan raised his head. He stared at the people in front of him. "Are you sitting wrong?"
"If this was Chen Ling's seat," he paused for a moment while taking out his books. He glanced at Yuan and continued "Then I'm not wrong."
When he said that, everyone took a hard breath. Ling did not care about their eyes. He still pulls out his books.
Yuan added glared when he saw Ling's actions. He tilted his head and looked at Ling. "Ling have you decided to study and don't want to be my friend anymore?" ask him with a wounded tone.
Ling still didn't care about it. He sat down and put his head to sleep. His eyes closed slowly. He was busy making potions and cultivating last night, so he could only take a short nap.
Yuan stroked his chest feeling relieved. "So you want to sleep? Huh you scared me. I thought you were ...,"
"Shut up," Ling opened her eyes and looked coldly at Yuan. Yuan's words immediately swallowed back. He chose to be quiet after hearing Ling's unfriendly tone.
He played the game on his phone. The phone didn't look bad, but it didn't look too good like Ling's phone. Sometimes he glanced at Ling while playing the game. Until some time, he was too busy playing games and did not care about Ling. Even harsh words started to come out of his mouth.
After dying in the game, he banged his head against the table. "Damn! Damnit damnit! Why am I dying again? Stupid yuan!" he said he felt frustrated. He hit the table hard to vent his emotions.
Ling frowned. His eyes opened again as he was disturbed by Yuan's voice. He raised his head and looked at Yuan with a cold gaze. Then he took Yuan's phone and played the game.
Yuan was still chattering furiously as Ling picked up his phone. Then he looked at Ling confused.
His fingers look very good at playing the game, like experts.
Ting!
Ling passed the level where Yuan stuck easily. Yuan stunned. He is good at playing games. But the game he played this time was made by people from Shadow City. After the level was a little high, the game became even more difficult. Even a few people could pass that level.
And Ling passed that level easily?
Not just at that level. He also passed the next level. Until he reached the last level. A level where there were only a few people in this country who managed to pass through.
Holy hooch! What's he gonna do? inner Yuan was getting more astonished.
While making it past the last level, Ling threw the phone towards Yuan. "Can you stop bothering me to sleep?"
"Huh?" Yuan was still in a daze when he saw Ling pass the last level.
"Sure," he replied after gathering consciousness.
He stared at his phone. So Ling helped him finish the game just because he was sleeping?