Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

Early morning.

In Yuzhou, Qihu Yuefu, Building Five, Unit One, an overwhelmingly excited shout resounded:

"I've got it, I've got it, I have hair!"

Shao Wenjun stared at himself in the mirror, elated beyond measure, as black hair had actually sprouted on his head.

At that moment, Shao Wenjun almost cried tears of joy.

No one knew how many sarcastic comments he had endured because of his male-pattern baldness, some were kind-hearted, some malicious, but to him, they were all just layers of bitterness.

Now, he had hair.

From now on, when going on blind dates, he would no longer have to endure the strange looks from the women.

The first thing Shao Wenjun was thankful for was this bottle of liquid. He had initially tried it out with a skeptical attitude, and after just one application, hair actually grew. He was astounded to the extreme, this was truly a miracle remedy!

The second person he wanted to thank was his cousin Shao Shuangshuang. If not for her insistent recommendation, he would never have gotten his hands on this bottle of liquid, nor would he have ever tried it.

Shao Wenjun first called his boss to ask for a leave, then he threw on his clothes and drove out the door.

The first thing he did when he saw his cousin Shao Shuangshuang was to take off his hat:

"Sis, I've got hair."

"Look!"

Shao Shuangshuang noticed his excited demeanor, surprised for a moment, and then said,

"Alright, it's just hair. Look at you showing off."

Since Shao Shuangshuang had tried it once before and had anticipated such results, she wasn't overly shocked. However, she was completely sure now about Divine Sense's product called Evergreen Liquid being powerful, considering it could make a bald man like her cousin grow hair, demonstrating its magic.

Shao Wenjun asked her, "Do you still have more of the liquid? I think if I keep applying it, maybe my hair can fully grow in."

His spirits lifted. He had started experiencing hair loss back in college. At first, he didn't care. Hair loss, so what?

As a man, who's afraid of going bald?

But after he started working, his hair really did fall out completely, and Shao Wenjun was stunned. It was too sudden.

As a result, he, a man in his twenties, looked like someone in his thirties or forties.

"Of course, there's more of the liquid."

Shao Shuangshuang touched her chin, thinking that if Jiang Ning could easily give her two bottles, it meant that there was a good supply and it probably wasn't expensive. She would just have to ask Jiang Ning to buy a few bottles later.

"I'll ask around for you later."

Shao Wenjun hurried her, "Cousin, then you have to make it quick! I'm waiting to use it."

He had been losing hair for years and hadn't experienced the pleasure of having hair for a long time. Now, having tried it once, he instantly fell in love with it.

To regain what was lost was the greatest fortune, be it love or hair.

"Why don't you give me the address, and I'll go buy it?" Shao Wenjun's family was well-off, and after working for two years, he had saved up over thirty thousand. He could definitely afford this product.

Shao Shuangshuang shook her head, "You won't be able to buy it. It was a gift from a, um, friend."

Shao Wenjun was at a loss, so he thickened his face and said, "Sis, help me get another two bottles, will you?"

Shao Shuangshuang laughed and teased him, "What now? A few days ago, when I gave you the liquid, you were reluctant. Now you want to use it?"

"That's because I had tried so many products before with no results. Who would have thought that the liquid you gave me would work so well!"

"Sis, I'm telling you, if this product goes on sale, people will definitely buy it. Just like the online groups I usually hang out in." At this point, Shao Wenjun felt a bit embarrassed,

"It's a baldness group, as you know. My hair was almost all gone, I was at my wit's end and wanted some camaraderie. Everyone in the group shares my problem, we all try different solutions, but none of them really work."

"If we put this liquid in the group, it would definitely sell like crazy, even if it's a bit expensive. Many bald guys in the group spend hundreds of thousands on online games alone!" Shao Wenjun spoke passionately.

With his male-pattern baldness at twenty-four, he had become a group admin and knew the group through and through.

Shao Wenjun spoke at a breakneck pace, clearly showing his excitement.

Shao Shuangshuang had experience as a nurse and pawnshop owner, often communicating with people, and she quickly understood what Shao Wenjun meant.

"Do you think this liquid is valuable?" she asked.

"It's not a question of value, it's about the extent to which everyone is scrambling to buy it," Shao Wenjun stated with conviction.

He had been bald for several years, and had tried many folk remedies, but never seen a hair growth medication like this—wash your hair, apply it, and grow hair. It was miraculous.

After hearing her cousin's words, Shao Shuangshuang felt somewhat puzzled. If Evergreen Liquid was so effective, why hadn't it gained any fame? Even she had never heard of it, and if it weren't for seeing Jiang Ning's before-and-after baldness photos and indeed having been driven to distraction by hair loss recently, she would never have used such an unbranded product.

In the baldness group to which her cousin belonged, there were no shortage of bigwigs, yet none had heard of this medication, suggesting that Evergreen Liquid was probably only circulated in a very small circle.

Shao Shuangshuang felt that something was amiss, as if she had overlooked something.

She didn't think too deeply about it but suddenly had an idea:

"Wenjun, do you think I could make money if I took on the distribution rights for this medication?"

Without a doubt, Shao Wenjun said, "If you can promote the product, in less than two years, Yuzhou's richest title is guaranteed to be yours."

The number of bald people in the country had already exceeded a hundred million. To cure baldness, apart from hair transplant surgery, there were hardly any effective methods. This miraculous medication, once out, would excite countless patients suffering from baldness beyond measure.

Like Shao Wenjun at the moment, he had blind faith in the medication.

Seeing that Shao Shuangshuang seemed lost in thought, he tested the waters and asked:

"Sister, do you have a connection?"

Shao Shuangshuang didn't answer.

...

During the early study session, Jiang Ning was reading.

Before the holiday, the Chinese teacher Dai Yongquan had assigned the classical Chinese text "The Candle Shadow Declines the Qin Troops" with a requirement to recite it in full.

He said he would pick students at random during class for a recitation check, and those who could not recite would stand during the lesson.

Ma Shicheng, who usually liked to play with his phone during the early study session, was earnestly reciting the text. He still had a small portion left to learn, just enough to finish reciting during the study session.

Geng Lu, with her book in hand, turned to face Jiang Ning, "Have you remembered it yet?"

"Yes," Jiang Ning originally studied this text, and now with his strong memory, having read it twice, he found it no problem to recite.

Ma Shicheng glanced over. He respected Jiang Ning in other aspects, but not in memorization—Mingming had never seen Jiang Ning reciting.

Geng Lu suggested, "Then I'll recite it for you, and you can check for any mistakes for me."

"Sure, go ahead," Jiang Ning nodded. Compared to self-checking a recitation, having someone else listen was more accurate, and it also simulated the scenario of reciting to the teacher in advance.

Geng Lu's recitation was full of hesitation, stumbling over several words and missing two lines.

Jiang Ning pointed them out for her.

Ma Shicheng commented, "Geng Lu, your recitation isn't up to snuff, is it?"

Geng Lu shot back, "Have you memorized it yet?"

Ma Shicheng was full of confidence, "I guarantee I'll have it memorized by the end of the early study session."

Jiang Ning's Divine Sense picked up on something unusual and he said:

"I don't think you'll finish memorizing it."

Ma Shicheng felt challenged, "Are you underestimating me?"

He was very clear about his own learning abilities. With half an hour left until the end of the early study session, he was sure he could have it memorized.

Just as Ma Shicheng was about to retort, the class teacher Shan Qingrong suddenly walked into the classroom and said to everyone:

"Alright, let's pause for a moment, we're going to have a class meeting."

The class meeting lasted until the final three minutes of the early study session.

Shan Qingrong informed everyone about the mid-month exam and the upcoming seat rearrangement. He also said that if anyone got into a fight again, he would directly call their parents.

After Shan Qingrong left, Ma Shicheng slumped in defeat and tossed his textbook aside.

Geng Lu asked him, "Aren't you going to continue memorizing?"

Ma Shicheng was unconcerned, "What's there to worry about? The Chinese teacher definitely won't pick me to recite!"