Chapter 95 Help Me Look at Someone

Luo Jun wanted to reincarnate.

But he had to admit that what Qin Huai said made sense. Anyway, his memories were already stored in that damn system of Qin Huai’s, and Qin Huai would definitely go through them. Rather than letting him look through them in confusion—guessing blindly and getting nowhere—it was better to first give him some background.

Chen Huihong in the back seat had already straightened up, her head almost leaning into the front row.

“Chen Huihong, are you about to turn back into a tree? You’re getting less and less aware of social cues,” Luo Jun glared at her.

“We’re all close people who know each other well, no need to mind such trivial things,” Chen Huihong said with a smile. “Mr. Luo, you’ve lived in the human world for 92 years—you must have had many interesting experiences. Just give Xiao Qin a general overview, and I’ll listen in as well.”

“Then are you planning to come to my house to watch too?” Luo Jun said unhappily.

“You’ve extended such a warm invitation, how could I refuse?”

Luo Jun: “…”

He took a deep breath and began recalling.

The more he recalled, the more silent he became. By the time Qin Huai had driven into the underground garage of Yunzhong Community and parked in Chen Huihong’s parking spot, all three of them were about to get out of the car.

Only then did Luo Jun slowly speak while opening the car door: “When I first arrived in the human world, I took the form of a man in his twenties.”

Qin Huai handed the car keys to Chen Huihong and walked over to support Luo Jun. Luo Jun had indeed been out for quite a long time today and had even walked around the entire welfare home. His steps were slightly unsteady when getting out of the car.

Luo Jun was still lost in his memories and didn’t notice Qin Huai supporting him, continuing to walk forward on his own.

“According to the tribulation guide, I first robbed a few groups of bandits and took quite a bit of gold and silver, disguising myself as a wealthy young master.”

Chen Huihong, who had once been killed by bandits in her first life: “…”

A divine beast with power truly could do whatever it wanted.

“Unlike these muddled plant spirits, if I wanted to undergo tribulation, I had to experience the human world—to walk through its bustling life. After roughly understanding how the human world worked, I gave myself the identity of a wealthy young master returning from overseas and went to Shanghai.”

“Then… I stayed in Shanghai for a few years. War broke out. Although I wasn’t too afraid of firearms and artillery, war was troublesome, so I went elsewhere.”

“Wherever I went, chaos followed. There were battles everywhere. Later, I got tired of running around and settled down in a place I thought was decent.”

“Have you lived in this city all along?” Qin Huai asked.

Only then did Luo Jun notice Qin Huai supporting him. He immediately pulled away and distanced himself, walking on his own.

“I’ve lived here for almost 60 years. There’s nothing much to say about those 60 years—you probably won’t be able to see much of it anyway. A few years ago, when real estate investment became popular, I followed the trend and built something.”

“I’m one of the developers of this community. Otherwise, why would I live here for no reason?”

Qin Huai: “???”

Wait, that transition was way too abrupt!

Is this sudden flexing?

Is his system even a food system, or is it a “Yunzhong Community simulation” system?

So far, he had unlocked three profiles: a property owner, the property owner’s daughter, and a developer.

The wealth gap between these two made it seem like Luo Jun was doing quite poorly in comparison.

Chen Huihong also lived in Building A. The three of them walked to the elevator and went inside. As the elevator slowly rose, although they couldn’t see the outside scenery, Luo Jun casually pointed in a direction.

“The landscaping of our community was designed by me.”

In other words: impressive, right? Nice, right? Come praise me.

Now Qin Huai finally understood why Yunzhong Community had such extensive greenery.

When he first visited, he had quietly marveled at how upscale the community was—the greenery was truly abundant. The vegetation inside was lush and dense; if space allowed, it almost felt like the developer wanted to build a park inside the community.

So it turned out the landscaping was designed by a divine beast.

That made sense. In the world of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, there were many plant spirits, so vegetation coverage should be high. It was fortunate that a divine beast handled the design—if another plant spirit developer had been involved, the buildings might have ended up as treehouses.

Qin Huai followed Luo Jun to his door. Only when Luo Jun opened the door did he suddenly realize something.

Wait—Luo Jun had talked so much, yet hadn’t actually given any background information at all.

It was pure flexing.

Luo Jun opened the door. Zhang Shumei greeted them at the entrance with a cleaning cloth in hand:

“Mr. Luo, you’re back. Lunch is ready, and the white fungus and lotus seed soup is still simmering. What would you like—”

“Xiao Qin and Ms. Chen, you’re here too. I’ll go pour you some tea.”

“Don’t pour tea yet. I want to buy a pot of spider plant for the house. Go buy one for me. Not too big, not too small, not too green, not too yellow, not too expensive, not too cheap—just pick one yourself.”

Zhang Shumei nodded, put the cloth back in its place, served the soup onto the table, then changed her shoes and went out.

She had been sent away.

Qin Huai felt that Zhang Shumei’s job really wasn’t easy.

“Mr. Luo, is there anything else you want to tell me? I’m about to start looking at the memories,” Qin Huai reminded him one last time.

Luo Jun pursed his lips but said nothing.

Alright—he probably didn’t want to say more.

Qin Huai sat down on the sofa, opened the game interface, and selected “A Segment of Luo Jun’s Memory.”

For a first tribulation, this kind of spirit creature really had status—the reward wasn’t a dream, but actual memory.

Just as Qin Huai was about to confirm “yes,” Luo Jun suddenly spoke:

“Being human is really troublesome.”

“Huh?” Qin Huai was confused.

“When I was a divine beast, even a fleeting moment could be remembered clearly a hundred years later. Now that I’m about to reincarnate and am basically human, even events from just seventy or eighty years ago—I can’t recall their details anymore.”

Qin Huai: “…”

Sorry, he had only lived 26 years in total. It was hard to relate to discussions involving spans of seventy or eighty years.

“If you see someone named Liu Tao in my memories, help me remember what she looks like. Later, draw her for me.”

Qin Huai retracted his hand before clicking, staring at Luo Jun: “I can’t draw.”

“Why can’t you even draw?” Luo Jun looked at him with disdain.

Qin Huai: “…”

He was just an ordinary person who had gone through compulsory education, grew up in an orphanage, and lived in a breakfast shop. Not being able to draw seemed perfectly normal.

He also couldn’t play musical instruments, practice martial arts, or do any special skills.

“I can learn,” Qin Huai said. “But I don’t have time recently. I have a lot to train, tasks to complete, favorability to build to trigger missions, and I estimate…”

“Maybe I can start learning in three years. What do you think?” Qin Huai looked at him, his eyes still covered with a row of text, giving him a somewhat husky-like expression of intelligence.

“If you start learning in three years, I’ll already have reincarnated,” Luo Jun waved his hand in disdain. “Just watch carefully. After you’re done, tell me what she looks like. Describing her is fine too.”

“Are you really showing signs of dementia? Maybe you should go to Xiao Qu tomorrow and get checked properly,” Chen Huihong said with concern.

“You understand anything? Shut up!”

Luo Jun and Chen Huihong started arguing again. Qin Huai couldn’t be bothered to intervene and pressed “yes.”