How come I'm the one driving

Time flies in the blink of an eye.

It’s been two and a half months since the Origin Incident.

Lately, Su Qi has been feeling a bit irritable.

If you ask what exactly is bothering him,

he’d rather not say.

But if you insist on prying—it’s the contrast between a happy little Su and a regretful old Su.

He used to think Big Head Son and Small Head Dad was just a cartoon.

Little did he know it could also be an action film.

Su Qi never expected that losing the Spear of the End would weaken his combat prowess so drastically.

At first, their sparring sessions were one-sided beatdowns.

At worst, they’d end in a stalemate.

But as time passed, Su Qi began to notice something was off.

His soul energy recovery couldn’t keep up with the demands of their daily bouts.

Three rounds, two wins—every single day.

Even an iron-willed man couldn’t endure this relentless grind day and night.

It’s not that Su Qi has a problem—he already feels like a war god.

You know what? Martial arts experts recommend three to four sparring sessions a week.

Do the math, and that’s barely over ten sessions a month.

But here?

That’s just five days’ worth for him!

So the problem lies with his sister!

Possessed by some kind of demon, apparently!

Sure, you could argue that extra training before the martial exam was understandable—a way to relieve stress.

But continuing these "educational sessions" every day after the exam?

Is she trying to ace her performance at the new academy or something?

Right now, Su Qi’s face is pale.

He’s just barely dragged himself out of another exhausting spar and collapsed onto the bed, too drained to even lift a finger.

Then, the bedroom door creaks open.

"Brother~"

Liu Yuan’s voice carries a lazy, almost coquettish tone, dripping with unspent energy.

Su Qi jolts, nearly rolling off the bed.

"Maybe… let’s call it a day?"

Liu Yuan pouts, dissatisfied. "Fine…"

Su Qi once heard the line: "The night of passion is short, the sun rises high, and the emperor neglects his morning court."

Back then, he thought the emperor was just irresponsible.

Now he realizes he was the clueless one.

Was the emperor really so lost in pleasure that he skipped court?

Hell no—he just couldn’t get out of bed!

Su Qi decides to compromise. "How about we go shopping instead?"

"Really?" Liu Yuan’s big, watery eyes narrow with suspicion as she scrutinizes his expression.

Su Qi nods fervently, his face the picture of sincerity—practically ready to swear an oath to the heavens.

"Alright then," Liu Yuan relents, though she still seems reluctant.

Su Qi exhales in relief, feeling like he’s just narrowly escaped death.

———

After a quick shower (thankfully, Liu Yuan didn’t drag it out this time), they change into fresh clothes. Su Qi feels like he’s been reborn.

Liu Yuan, however, takes forever picking an outfit.

After rummaging through her closet, she finally settles on a dress with purple checks and blue stripes.

Su Qi vaguely remembers it being called something like "E-Sports Girl."

He doesn’t see how it has anything to do with gaming, but that doesn’t stop Liu Yuan from loving it.

Oh, and another thing—

Equipment cards can auto-equip with a single tap.

But this silly sister insists on doing it manually every time.

Su Qi watches as she meticulously slips on her gear, her slender legs looking even more toned under the card’s enhancement.

He forces himself to look away, mentally chanting: Stay calm. Impulse leads to regret. Your bro might enjoy it, but you’ll suffer.

Then, without bothering with makeup, she loops her arm through his. "Brother~ let’s go!"

Youth is the best cosmetic. Even bare-faced, Liu Yuan radiates an irresistible, vibrant charm.

Su Qi rubs his still-aching stomach. "What do you feel like eating at this hour?"

"Whatever you want," Liu Yuan chirps, clinging to his arm.

Su Qi mentally maps out the nearby options and lands on an idea. "How about barbecue?"

Liu Yuan almost protests—what kind of date starts with a barbecue joint? It’s not about the price (she’s not materialistic), but the vibe is hardly romantic.

Then it hits her.

Her eyes light up.

"Sure!"

Su Qi suggests she drive—he’s too exhausted to handle the wheel.

Now, about this car…

It’s not something Su Qi bought.

It was a gift from Jiangxia.

Three days after the Origin Incident, Jiangxia sought Su Qi out.

He asked about any losses suffered during the battle and what compensation he needed.

If you had to name a loss, it was just the Spear of the End.

Jiangxia even took Su Qi to Jiangxia City’s card repository, but nothing there caught his eye.

After all, a card capable of instant-kill cross-tier combat? That’s something only Su Qi could craft.

So Su Qi smirked and whispered to Jiangxia, "These won’t cut it. If you can’t replace my loss, how about some special privileges instead?"

"What if some idiot provokes me and I go on a rampage?"

Jiangxia immediately scolded him. "What kind of nonsense is that? We serve the people—we don’t hand out privileges! This is a society of laws, where everyone is equal. Drop those delusions."

"But," he added, "given your contributions, it’d be heartless not to reward you."

"Once you reach Tier 9, we can grant you the honorary title of ‘Jiangxia Guardian.’"

"The issue is you’re only Tier 7 now, so the paperwork’s a hassle."

"It’s just a title anyway—we can give you the perks in advance."

"I’ll arrange for a car—one of Great Xia’s own models. Cheap to make, just a few grand in materials."

Some things are better left unsaid.

They’re adults—a hint is enough.

As for Liu Yuan’s driving skills… well, she only learned in the past two and a half months.

She’s fine in open spaces, but heavy traffic makes her nervous, so she usually avoids the driver’s seat.

Su Qi naturally takes the passenger side.

"Why am I driving?!"

"It’s a weekday—all the worker drones are on the clock. The roads are empty."

Liu Yuan reluctantly slides behind the wheel.

She connects her phone to the car’s Bluetooth, and soft music fills the cabin—mostly Su Qi’s usual playlist.

This silly sister always unconsciously caters to his tastes.

True to Su Qi’s words, the streets are nearly deserted. Liu Yuan drives faster than usual.

A few songs later, the car glides smoothly into a parking spot near the barbecue joint.

Stepping out, the midday heat hits hard.

The air is thick with the aroma of grilled food.

Su Qi exits first, and Liu Yuan follows. When she sees the shop’s sign, she pauses, then flashes him a knowing, amused glance.

Just as she suspected—

The place is packed, buzzing with the lunchtime crowd.

The two found a relatively quiet corner and sat down.

A QR code was pasted on the corner of the table for quick and convenient ordering.

Su Qi swiftly tapped a few times on the screen.

"Let's start with two plates of grilled oysters—one with garlic sauce and the other original flavor, two plates each."