Only After I Was Reborn Did I Realize That I Had Childhood Sweethearts Chapter 354: I Need My Share Too

After the car shenanigans, i Fang finally got to et his dormmates. When he arrived in the afternoon, the floor was packed with guys playing Three Kingdoms Kill—the social ga that had beco ubiquitous among young n. The match was so intense no one noticed i Fang’s entrance until—

“You’re here too?”

i Fang spotted a familiar face among the players—Zhang Ming, who looked equally surprised. “You’re actually dorming?”

“Holy shit, it’s the Stationmaster!”

Li Guidong, the Cantonese guy from registration, clapped i Fang’s shoulder. Unlike the girls’ chatter, the guys grew awkwardly silent around real celebrities. Li Guidong, ever the extrovert, broke the ice:

“Talk about fate—sa registration line, sa dorm! I’m your bunkmate!”

“And my bestie’s here too? Wild.”

All eyes turned to Zhang Ming, who’d been dominating the ga. The unassuming guy squird under attention until Xia Yuan and Lin Youxi greeted him from behind i Fang:

“Long ti no see, Zhang Ming!”

“Hello.”

Their acknowledgnt cented Zhang Ming’s connection to the C Station trio, earning him awed stares.

Following C Station’s tradition of mutual support, after i Fang’s performance for the girls’ dorm, it was Lin Youxi and Xia Yuan’s turn. One made i Fang’s bed while the other cleaned his desk, leaving him free to chat.

“Relax, guys. Ask anything—I might not dorm much.”

His “nervousness” was pure acting. At 19, i Fang had 14 years of coding experience, perford for thousands, and rubbed shoulders with elites—far beyond his timid past self.

The mood lightened, and one bold soul ventured:

“Stationmaster, your mom—”

“Hmm?”

i Fang’s sudden glare made the guy backtrack: “I an—you handled everything alone? No parents? That’s impressive.”

“Not alone. We three help each other.”

“Couldn’t you just hire assistants?”

“I don’t have personal staff.”

“No secretary?! You’re a CEO!”

“A-Fang doesn’t need one.”

Lin Youxi climbed down from the bunk, draping over i Fang: “YuanYuan and I handle secretary duties. Why waste money?”

“Y-Yeah!”

Xia Yuan, startled by Lin Youxi’s rare inclusion of her, added: “We’ve supported each other since kindergarten. Running a company’s no different.”

“Legendary childhood friends…”

“My childhood friend was ugly—no wonder I forgot her.”

“LMAO!”

Though the conversation flowed, it revolved entirely around C Station, essentially becoming a user feedback session. i Fang soon excused himself, promising to treat everyone later.

“Being famous makes real friendships hard.”

“Really? You seed fine with the girls,” Lin Youxi mused.

Xia Yuan sighed: “Surface-level. I asked them to call Xia Yuan, but it’s all ‘Yuanbao.’ I hate being the centerpiece.”

“Celebrity tax,” i Fang shrugged while driving.

Truthfully, integrating into university life was nearly impossible for soone of his stature. While Zhang Ming bridged the gap from middle school, others either idolized or resented the disruption to their college experience. Worse, any misstep could beco blackmail material—especially for image-conscious Xia Yuan.

Guilt gnawed at i Fang. He’d shaped Xia Yuan’s career, but this wasn’t her original dream.

“YuanYuan, if you ever hate this life, tell —”

“I’m just venting! I love singing, fans, and helping you.”

“But if you could redo it—would you chase your first dream? Being a teacher?”

That mory—of borrowing 10 yuan to buy lottery tickets with a young Xia Yuan, sharing dreams under sunset—was etched in i Fang’s mind. But would she rember?

“That… was ages ago!”

“I rember,” Lin Youxi interjected. “Though your dreams kept shrinking: being A-Fang’s wife at 10, girlfriend at 15, dating at 17—”

“STOP! Why do they all revolve around him?!” Xia Yuan flushed.

“Reality shrinks dreams,” Lin Youxi said. “Except A-Fang’s—always just wanted money.”

“You do rember!”

i Fang had blurted that out post-rebirth at age five.

“It was shocking then!”

Xia Yuan turned to Lin Youxi: “What was your childhood dream?”

“Didn’t have one until A-Fang taught coding. Helping him felt cool—sothing even YuanYuan couldn’t do.”

“Wait—were you scheming to steal him even back then?!”

Lin Youxi smirked: “Why could you cling to him but not ?”

As she whispered teasingly into Xia Yuan’s ear, i Fang groaned:

“I’m the real victim here! Serving you two vamps daily—my stamina’s not infinite!”

“Says the man who ‘can’t go on’ yet revs up nightly,” Lin Youxi purred.

“Pot et kettle! You’re just as bad!” Xia Yuan pouted. “I’m the one struggling to keep up!”

“Oh please—you demand fairness but never lift a finger! At least Youxi helps. You just lie there!”

“I’m exhausted! Look at these dark circles!”

“We should cool it this month,” i Fang conceded. “The Fandomverse launch can’t wait.”

“Fine,” Lin Youxi agreed. “But I’ll still collect ‘taxes’—routine maintenance.”

“Thrice weekly?”

“Twice!” Xia Yuan interjected. “I need my share too!”

“Ugh, always copying like a kid,” Lin Youxi sighed.

“She’s stuck in elentary school—if you get sothing, she must too.”

Seeing Xia Yuan’s puppy eyes, i Fang relented: “Fine, twice. But you put in effort this ti!”

“Yes! Don’t worry—I’m great at simple collections!”

Beneath the banter, unease simred. Fandomverse’s success was far from guaranteed.

August’s million-dollar marketing blitz would culminate in September’s launch—a make-or-break mont. i Fang had plunged into the internet’s capital bloodbath, exhausting years of savings and accruing nearly 100 million in loans.

While normal for startups, he needed to dazzle investors fast. His final trump card—Bitcoin—wasn’t ripe yet; cashing out before its 2017 peak would be wasteful.

In the conference room, the trio reviewed launch plans. Key staff, including cousin i Yue, had arrived from Jiangcheng. This all-in gamble demanded perfection.

During a break, i Yue finally cornered her cousin:

“You’ve lost weight. Don’t overwork.”

“I’m energized! Ready for launch.”

i Yue sighed inwardly.

Love really does wonders for a man’s vigor.

…Kind of jealous.