Quick Transmigration: Zhang Qiling, Why Is It You Again?!

Blackie, there are lots of little worlds. This is a book that Persimmon thinks is vulgar.

Fine, sharing a meal makes sense, since it’s cheap. And sharing a ride with Zhang Qiling to go work in the fields is reasonable too, since they’re partners in crime. But how come they’re even sharing a bed now?

Can he really not live without Zhang Qiling?

Zhang Qiling took a bank card from his pocket and handed it to the other man.

Blackie’s face stiffened. Fine, he really couldn’t do without him. Gritting his teeth, still smarting from the earlier defeat, he looked at Zhang Qiling’s face and couldn’t help feeling like it was missing a pair of dark circles.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Never look down on Blackie just because he’s poor!

Many years later, Blackie stood beneath a pedestrian bridge, playing a tune on an erhu with a bowl in front of him… Just kidding, he was playing a violin.

Blackie walked up and cleared his throat, then began reciting his lines according to the script: “Since you’ve come to ask, I’ll graciously tell you…”

The more Zhang Qiling looked at him, the more irritated he became. Even the smile in his eyes faded. Blackie suddenly choked on his words, then, to Zhang Qiling’s astonishment, delivered the final line: “Get lost!”