The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 519 - 278 Pure Acrostic Poem_2

Chapter 519: Chapter 278 Pure Acrostic Poem_2

"Eh?" Jiang Shu felt Liu Tingruo’s body start to lean downward, so he quickly supported her waist and bent slightly.

The atmosphere now was somewhat ambiguous, under the cold, white street lamp light, in the depths of the quiet alley, their eyes met in the air. Liu Tingruo’s gaze seemed to be both smiling and not, while Jiang Shu’s eyes were filled with helplessness.

This meant that there would undoubtedly be a tough fight tonight.

"Alright, I’ll take you to your place and show you my glow-in-the-dark watch," Jiang Shu continued, straightening Liu Tingruo’s body, then grabbing her hand, he began to walk her out.

"Sure, I’d like to see what kind of watch you have," Liu Tingruo responded nonchalantly. Then, she recalled Jiang Shu’s earlier words, "The things you just said, I really liked them. I didn’t expect you to have such talent in this area."

"Of course," Jiang Shu just chuckled happily.

Copying documents is truly enjoyable.

"But, you could say these words to anyone," Liu Tingruo turned her body, her profound, large eyes staring at Jiang Shu, "I want my own personalized version, can you write poetry now?"

"Uh," Jiang Shu blinked, casting a pleading look toward an unseen helper.

Write poetry?

And personalized at that?

He certainly couldn’t, but maybe the four Tablet Spirits...

Could they?

The personalized and exclusive ones...

He instantly thought of types like acrostic poems.

And little Ding’s screen flickered slightly, a pop-up message sliding across.

Ding: Acrostic poem? I can do it, I can!

"?" Jiang Shu then threw a questioning gaze at little Ding, still holding quite high expectations for this artificial intelligence.

After all, under his constant influence in literature, plus AI’s learning abilities and data processing capability, one would think they’d have some ink, right?

Ding: "Before my bed, a pool of light—can it be hoarfrost on the ground? / Looking up, I find the moon bright; bowing, in homesickness I’m drowned."

Jiang Shu: "..."

Damn acrostic poems.

As expected, these little brats are unreliable.

Left with no choice, Jiang Shu could only switch tactics and respond to Liu Tingruo, "Every poem’s birth needs stirring emotions, so, well..."

He didn’t finish his sentence; adults only needed hints to understand.

"Fine, I’d like to see if you can really write one," Liu Tingruo scoffed at his topic-switching and stalling.

And Jiang Shu smiled mischievously, "I can write it, but you’ll have to chant it out."

"..." Liu Tingruo’s expression suddenly faltered, ultimately losing against Jiang Shu’s flamboyant flattery. She fiercely pinched Jiang Shu’s waist, "Where did you learn all this? You’re not like this on stage."

"They taught it," Jiang Shu pointed at the four Tablet Spirits, who were watching the drama unfold.

Tablet Spirits: ???

"Cut it out, let’s go back, it’s late," Liu Tingruo waved her hand. She led Jiang Shu to the roadside, where a two-seater black sports car was waiting, its overly high-profile design somewhat unsettling Jiang Shu.

Its angular design, textured black metal, clearly very expensive.

"This car..." He stood there stunned in front of it, momentarily unable to locate the door handle.

Liu Tingruo pressed on her wristwatch, and a Simulated Light Screen displaying what appeared to be an identity verification page materialized in front of her. With a "beep," both car doors opened.

"Here, take a set of car keys as well," then, Liu Tingruo grabbed the Simulated Light Screen from the air and tossed it to Jiang Shu, absorbed by the wristwatch on his hand. Needless to say, he could naturally summon this sports car from now on.

"How do you have this kind of car?" Seated inside the sports car, Jiang Shu was a bit puzzled, looking at Liu Tingruo as he asked.

"This is also one of the reasons I came to see you today," Liu Tingruo’s words momentarily stunned Jiang Shu.

"This car is for me? That’s really embarrassing." Jiang Shu examined the sci-fi interior of the car; everything was specially edged and looked very comfortable.

He didn’t understand cars, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like cool things.

No man could resist these cool things.

"Do you want it? It doesn’t matter to me," Liu Tingruo casually said, somewhat surprised by Jiang Shu’s thinking.

She didn’t think Jiang Shu was the type to research cars; if anything, the Police Chief at the station would probably be more interested, right?

Was he asking her for the Police Chief?

Without reason, Liu Tingruo felt a twinge of caution.

"Huh? Not giving me the car?" Jiang Shu caught on to her reply, then realized, "Then what is it for? I knew you wouldn’t come just because you missed me."

As he spoke, he adopted an intentionally grievous tone, his words ending with a wistful sigh.

"If I didn’t want to come, I could have settled everything online," Liu Tingruo just snorted coldly, "You’re the fast one, leaving me alone to clean up the mess in the Fifth District."

"Uh." Jiang Shu scratched his head somewhat sheepishly, chuckling awkwardly, "You know, I can’t stay away from the Seventh District for too long, or people will start to suspect."

After initially resolving some issues in the Fifth District, he had promptly left, leaving mysteries like the Black Wall and Resurrection Techniques for Liu Tingruo to handle.

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