Giving Jiang Yingqing a Massage

"I want more freedom," Ling Yun met Cheng Yuanzhou's gaze, his smile open and honest. "After all, all roads lead to Rome. Learning knowledge and contributing to the country in the fields of science, technology, economy, and culture is also a form of contribution, isn't it?"

His tone was light, but his mind was on a more "grand" future: if foreign enemies were to invade, he wouldn't mind emulating the ancient great powers, forging a "Human Emperor Banner," and properly "inviting" those who dared to trespass to "reason"!

Even... when his cultivation reached the heavens, unifying the universe and being a "Planet Lord" for fun, seemed like a good idea too?

"Good! Well said!" Cheng Yuanzhou's heart surged with emotion. He clapped Ling Yun forcefully on the shoulder, his eyes full of admiration. "Ambitious! Young people should have such vision! I believe you will surely become the pride of the nation in the future!" His evaluation of Ling Yun rose even higher.

Just then, a low roar echoed from the sky.

Several fighter jets, in a neat formation, tore through the sky like steel eagles, leaving long contrails.

2019 marked the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the air echelon was conducting intense full-process rehearsals for the military parade.

Cheng Yuanzhou's gaze was instantly captivated. He looked up at the soaring fighter jets, his eyes filled with almost devout longing and a hint of unconcealed melancholy. "Flying a plane... that's what I call truly soaring! I dreamed of sitting in that cockpit since I was a child, which is why I desperately tried to get into the Air Force... Unfortunately, pilots are truly one in a million... Alas, in this life, I probably won't have the chance to personally touch those controls."

He sighed, his voice carrying the straightforwardness unique to a soldier and a deep regret for his unfulfilled dream.

Seeing the light flashing in the eyes of this iron-blooded Drill Instructor, Ling Yun felt a slight stir in his heart.

The two of them gazed at the sky, talking about the blue sky, dreams, and responsibilities. Time quietly slipped away, and soon it was lunchtime.

During the lunch break, Ling Yun was lying on his desk in the classroom, scrolling through his phone. Suddenly, a bank SMS notification popped up at the top of the screen:

[ICBC] Your savings card ending in XXXX received RMB 5,000,000.00 at XX:XX, balance is XXXX,XXX.XX

"It's done!" Even with Ling Yun's composure, seeing the tangible seven-figure deposit made his heart skip a beat! This was the first real money he had earned since his rebirth!

He held his phone, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the screen, contemplating where this money should go:

A car? He hadn't even gotten his license yet; buying one would just make it a model.

A house? His current old house was close to school, and it was nice living alone. After the college entrance exam, he could buy one depending on where his university was.

"It seems I can only make money make money."

Ling Yun quickly made a decision. He opened the securities app he had registered and passed the review two days ago. His target was clear: Tesla!

He clearly remembered that around September 2020, this stock would experience an epic surge! Buying now was almost a guaranteed tenfold return!

With a tap of his finger, the 5 million yuan instantly turned into numbers, invested in the stock market on the other side of the ocean. Looking at the successful transaction notification, a confident curve appeared on Ling Yun's lips. "Three years from now? World's richest man? The vision can be even bigger."

He calculated: the 400,000 inheritance left by his parents would be for daily use, plus the 20,000 yuan "salary" he got for free every day from Top of the Peak... Tsk, he wouldn't be able to spend it all, not at all!

After sorting out his investments, he opened his Douyin account. He needed to come up with a catchy name.

His requirements were simple: it had to be classy, easy to remember, and subtly align with his "Dao."

After a moment of thought, four characters popped into his mind: Ling Chen Asks for Immortality!

The meaning of the name was also simple: 'Ling' was Ling Yun's surname, and the rest meant he wanted to transcend and become an immortal.

"Good! That's it!" Ling Yun confirmed with satisfaction.

As soon as he set up his ID, the classroom door was gently pushed open. Jiang Yingqing walked in, holding her stomach, her face a little pale, her brow furrowed, and her steps unsteady. She went straight to her desk and slumped over it.

"Huh? Why are you back? Weren't you practicing Military Boxing this afternoon?" Ling Yun looked up, a little surprised.

Jiang Yingqing buried her face in her arms, her voice muffled, with a hint of weakness and embarrassment. "Girls... just have those uncomfortable days... The Drill Instructor saw my face was off and let me come back first..." She slightly lifted her head, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, clearly in considerable pain.

Seeing her pained expression, Ling Yun's heart moved. He remembered the Mastery of Basic Medical Arts the system had granted him, and... that Conch Spirit Returning Ring that could provide spiritual energy! Wasn't this a perfect opportunity to test his skills?

"Are you feeling very uncomfortable? How about... I give you a massage?"

Ling Yun stood up and walked to her desk, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness. "My family has a set of massage techniques, specifically for treating this kind of... um, poor blood circulation, and it works quite well."

He deliberately spoke vaguely yet professionally.

"Ah?" Jiang Yingqing's head shot up instantly. A blush spread across her pale face, her eyes filled with surprise and suspicion. "You... you know how to do this?"

But looking at Ling Yun's confident and somewhat concerned expression, the words of refusal on her lips were swallowed back. Her stomach really hurt badly. What if... it actually worked?

"Then... then you can try..." Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, her face even redder. She added, "But... but you're not allowed to mess around!"

"Don't worry, a doctor's heart is like a parent's." Ling Yun looked righteous.

However, when his hand directly lifted the hem of her school uniform, his warm palm pressed against her cool, smooth skin on her lower abdomen—

"Ah!" Jiang Yingqing flinched violently like a startled cat, instinctively covering her stomach with her hands, her cheeks blushing so hard they could almost bleed. She glared at Ling Yun, embarrassed and angry, "What are you doing?!"

Ling Yun looked "innocent" and helplessly "professional, interrupted." "Miss! Massage requires 'qi' and 'force' to reach the affected area directly! It's less than ten percent effective through clothes! If you don't believe me, then forget it." He made a move to withdraw his hand.

"Don't... don't go!" Jiang Yingqing panicked. The pain made her temporarily suppress her shame. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, looking like she was giving up. "I'm sorry... I... I'm inexperienced and got startled... You... you go ahead, I won't dodge anymore..."

Her long eyelashes trembled nervously.

Ling Yun chuckled inwardly, but maintained a serious expression. "Relax, don't tense up."

His warm palm pressed against the delicate, cool skin once more. Jiang Yingqing's body trembled again, but this time she endured it and didn't pull away.

Ling Yun restrained his thoughts and secretly activated the Conch Spirit Returning Ring! A stream of pure and gentle spiritual energy surged from the ring into his body. He immediately guided this spiritual energy according to the "Warm Palace and Open Meridians" technique recorded in Mastery of Basic Medical Arts, and through his palm, it seeped into Jiang Yingqing's lower abdomen, strand by strand.

The spiritual energy seemed to carry a magical vitality. Wherever it passed, it was like the warm sun in winter melting ice, or a clear spring flowing through parched land.

The pain that had been twisting and cramping, as if clutched by icy iron claws, was quickly replaced by a warm, comfortable, and vibrant flow of warmth!

"Mmm..." Jiang Yingqing couldn't help but let out a soft, incredibly comfortable hum. Her furrowed brow completely smoothed out, her body relaxed completely, and she instinctively leaned closer to the source of warmth.

"Don't stop... so... so comfortable..." Her voice carried a lazy sense of satisfaction.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Ling Yun almost choked on his own saliva. He quickly lowered his voice, "Classmate Jiang! Watch your wording! Those words are dangerous! What if someone else hears them?"

Jiang Yingqing instantly realized how suggestive her groan had been. The blush that had just faded from her cheeks returned with a vengeance. Like an ostrich, she buried her face deeper, saying in a muffled voice, "S-sorry... but... it really... felt too good..."

After channeling spiritual energy for a few minutes and feeling the cold blockage within her dissipate completely, Ling Yun slowly withdrew his hand and spiritual energy.

The source of warmth and comfort suddenly disappeared, and Jiang Yingqing felt a sense of loss. She instinctively grabbed Ling Yun's arm, "Huh? It... it's over already? Can you press a little longer..." Her tone carried a hint of spoiled affection that she herself didn't notice.

Ling Yun deliberately rubbed his wrist, feigning exhaustion. "Miss, do you think this is a massage parlor? It's mentally draining! You've gotten addicted, haven't you?"

"Hehe," Jiang Yingqing chuckled sheepishly, but the unprecedented sense of ease made her mood soar. She stood up, walked behind Ling Yun, and solicitously massaged his shoulders, her voice soft and pleading, "Brother Ling Yun~ (She'd spontaneously changed his title) Thank you so much! It's amazing! It doesn't hurt at all anymore! So... if I ever feel unwell again... can I still come to you?"

That soft "Brother Ling Yun" made Ling Yun's heart flutter, and he felt a sense of ease wash over him.

He suppressed the smile tugging at his lips and pretended to be aloof, nodding slightly. "Hmm... that will depend on your performance in the future. Also, this title... it sounds okay. Approved."

He was only a few months older than Jiang Yingqing.

"Really? That's great! Don't worry, Brother Ling Yun! I'll definitely perform well in the future!"

Jiang Yingqing's eyes lit up, and she massaged his shoulders with more vigor, as if she were trying to knead flowers into his shoulders.

After massaging for a while, Jiang Yingqing's forehead was beaded with sweat, and her breathing was a little heavy. Ling Yun patted her hand at the right moment. "Alright, take a break. If you keep going, I'll have to massage your wrist."

Jiang Yingqing finally stopped, sat down on a nearby seat, fanned herself, and a relaxed, happy smile bloomed on her face.

The atmosphere between them, due to the "intimate treatment" and the new title, became exceptionally subtle and harmonious.

While chatting, Ling Yun looked at his empty Douyin account on his phone and suddenly thought of an important issue: his live stream content needed editing! He needed a reliable and professional editor.

"Yingqing," Ling Yun naturally switched to a more intimate address, "Do you know any skilled and reliable editors? Preferably university students or freelancers who can work long-term."

Hearing Ling Yun's address change from "Jiang Yingqing" to "Yingqing," Jiang Yingqing's heart felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey. Her eyes curved as she asked, "Brother Ling Yun, what do you need an editor for? Are you making videos?"