After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

“I feel the same,” the male flight attendant whispered, lowering his voice. “The co-pilot just mentioned that the storm was only around our plane, nowhere else. As we moved, the storm followed. Isn’t that strange?”

The flight attendant was shocked. “Really? That happened?”

“Indeed,” the male flight attendant nodded. “So, we won’t be flying for the next few days. The company is giving us a break to figure out what exactly happened today.”

After calming herself with a drink of water, she took out her phone and posted in a Weibo forum.

[Met Teacher Si on the flight! She was actually in economy class, which made our encounter possible. Got her autograph with a photo! Am I the first one?] Fans of Si Fuqing swarmed to the post.

[So jealous! This woman who never posts selfies actually carries autographs with her. Another day of envy.]

shows? Is Tianle Media intentionally putting her in a difficult position? What are their intentions?]

In the entertainment industry, juggling multiple shows (artists working on several projects simultaneously) was frowned upon.

[Economy class… Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but can’t Tianle

Media avoid such disparity in treatment among group members? When Meng

Xue goes for a shoot, a private jet is ready for her. Why is it economy class for

Qingqing? This is so funny that it is to the point of ridiculousness.] [Just waiting for the day she ends her contract.]

[But Fuqing is really frugal. Economy class is nothing. Do you know what transport she uses to go home after work?]

[What? Public bus? Subway? But I think there’s no public transport near the training base, and the nearest station is two kilometers away.]

A few seconds later, the original poster replied. [Shared bicycles.]

The comments were filled with disbelief.

After a while, a Mousse commented with her finger trembling.

[That’s indeed you, my wife.]

Outside the airport, Si Fuqing and Jiang Changning blended in with the crowd of regular passengers, attracting no undue attention.

“Let’s go eat,” Si Fuqing suggested, checking the time regretfully. “I didn’t even get to taste the airplane food.”

Due to the emergency, the passengers were too frightened that the plane might crash, and the flight attendants, knocked out by the middle-aged curse master, couldn’t prepare the meal.

Jiang Changning, pulling her luggage, agreed, “Sure, there are plenty of snacks in MO City.”

“When are the other two arriving?” Si Fuqing stretched her back languidly. “It’s been a while since we last met.”

“They should be here by now,” Jiang Changning frowned. “Stay away from them. You used to be less popular, and they bullied you. Now that you have more fans, they’ll be even more jealous.”

The Starry Star Girls was essentially formed to promote Meng Xue.

The others were merely supporting members.

As one of the less popular members, Si Fuqing was often the target of ridicule to satisfy their sense of superiority.

Si Fuqing waved her hand lazily, “I know, Wifey Ningning. You’re so good to me.”

Jiang Changning smiled wryly.

Why are there such flirtypeople who don’t even care about gender?

They headed to a restaurant with their minimal luggage.

Just as Si Fuqing finished ordering, she received a call from Yu Tang.

“Qingqing! That trash you beat yesterday in the game posted a video of our PK on the forum, claiming I was cheating!”

“Hmm?” Si Fuqing’s eyes narrowed like a fox. “Trash will always be trash, always finding excuses for themselves.”

She opened a bottle of cokeand casually browsed the forum of “Oracle”.

The forum’s homepage featured the post Yu Tang mentioned, clearly showing Yu Tang initially getting thrashed in the video, but then suddenly turning the tables.

Naturally, the in-game chat was also captured in the recording.

[Seriously, what’s up with this poster?” one comment read. “I’m a girl, and I challenge you to a PK. I bet I’ll make you lose all your gear.]

[Laughing so hard, the poster probably ran away. Didn’t expect to draw out so many female pros from the top rank list.]

from T18 and Zero can’t figure out a cheat system.]

Yet, someone patiently watched all the videos.

[Hold on, what’s with this hand speed in the last few PK videos? Since when can a healer pull off such moves? Are you playing a healer as a fighter?!] [That APM must have hit 300, right?!]

[Old players remember what made NINE the God so legendary, right? His combos! He always came up with new combos before the game officials did, but we could never match his speed. We could only watch and marvel.]

[These combos… I’m starting to suspect NINE the God himself logged into his girlfriend’s account to wreck the poster.] Si Fuqing pondered over this.

This works too?

These veteran players sure have sharp eyes.

“Okay, I’ve got his ID now,” Si Fuqing reassured Yu Tang. “Next time I’ll take him down with my account, demote him to level one, and make him quit the game. ”

After the call, Si Fuqing received another message.

[JI]: NINE the God, Master Wu Yu, you’re not secretly carrying other girls, are you?

[NINE]: What’s the problem? Carrying girls at least feels rewarding. What’s the use of carrying you?

[JI]: Never mind, I wouldn’t dare.

In the Muston Dukedom, thousand of miles away from the Great Xia Empire.

A young man, in pajamas, emerged from his bedroom, looking listless.

The servant bowed respectfully. “Your Grace, lunch is ready.”

The young man waved his hand. “I’ll be there in a bit.”

The servant promptly withdrew.

Ever since the Duke received a phone call a few hours ago, his mood had been off.

Best not to provoke him.

After freshening up, the young Duke sat at the dining table and dialed a number.

A deep voice answered the call. “Hello?”

“What are you playing at, Second Senior Brother?” the young man’s voice rose in frustration. “Why did you give my private number to a marriage agency?”

There was a pause on the other end, followed by laughter. “Little Six, have you lost your mind? Why would I give your private number to a marriage agency?”

“Me, lost my mind?” the young Duke scoffed. “Then tell me, besides you and Third Senior Sister, who else knows this private number? If it’s not you or her, is it a ghost?”

“Only you two are so keen on setting me up. You’re both so annoying!”

If they weren’t his fellow disciples, he would have fought them already.

Besides, he had several private numbers, but this one was the most confidential. Only a few close acquaintances knew it.

The mention of this seemed to silence the person on the other end, his breathing growing noticeably heavier.

“Second Senior Brother?”

“If it’s not a ghost, then there’s one other person,” the voice slowly said. “Little

Junior Sister..”