Extract the Seventh Power.

Ji Family Villa.

In one of the rooms.

"Milk bubble bath… flower petals… essential oils?"

Inside the bathroom, Su Cheng, who was preparing to take a bath, discovered the previous occupant's belongings in the cabinet. He had intended to use the toiletries provided, only to find that everything was brand new, still sealed in its packaging. His frugal nature made him reluctant to use them.

So, he retrieved his own pre-prepared toiletries from his system space. However, he realized he hadn’t brought everything he needed. He opened a drawer, hoping to find disposable shower gel or shampoo.

But what he found was far more surprising—a collection of items left behind by the previous occupant.

Cosmetics, skincare products, bathrobes, tools, and even used toiletries.

Finally, his hand reached for an unlabeled bottle of body wash. He opened it and took a cautious sniff.

This scent…

No mistake about it!

It was Liu Qingyue’s fragrance!

Though faint, there was no doubt. Now, he was certain—this room had definitely belonged to Liu Qingyue!

The thought of the earlier "balloon incident" made his teeth grind in frustration.

If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t have ended up playing with bubbles!

Ding dong.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a new message.

He picked it up and glanced at the screen.

Liu Qingyue: "Sleeping well, I hope?"

She actually had the nerve to message him first!

"Very well," Su Cheng replied, his lips curling slightly, though he deliberately feigned annoyance.

Not a Fan of Oranges: "How dare you even ask? Was it you who told the club president to send me that thing?!"

Not a Fan of Oranges: "If she ever finds out the truth, I can’t even imagine the consequences!"

Not a Fan of Oranges: "Luckily, I covered for you. So now, you owe me a huge favor!"

Liu Qingyue: "I knew you’d help me keep it a secret. But honestly, don’t you think releasing that little 'raincoat' into the sky was adorable?"

Liu Qingyue: "The only shame is that I wasn’t there to witness it in person. If I had been, I might’ve made a wish too."

These two messages instantly froze Su Cheng’s expression.

Now he understood why his senior had dared to pull such an outrageous stunt—she had already predicted he’d help cover it up! That’s why she’d acted so brazenly!

Wait… releasing a "little raincoat"?

Holy—

She knew they’d let a condom float away?!

Su Cheng felt as though his darkest, most embarrassing secret had been dragged out into broad daylight. The sheer humiliation was overwhelming.

But what made it even worse was that she suddenly sent him a photo. The image showed him standing side by side with Club President Ji under the night sky, gazing up at a small yellow dot in the distance.

Huh. The photo was… oddly artistic. The composition and lighting made it look like something out of a romantic painting.

"Romantic, my ass!"

As one of the people in the picture, all he felt was bone-deep embarrassment. His first instinct was to erase any witnesses.

Quickly, he zoomed in on the yellow speck. Upon closer inspection, it was pixelated and jagged—clearly not a balloon.

Relieved, but still deeply irritated, he decided he needed to reprimand this wicked woman severely.

Not a Fan of Oranges: "Don’t you think you’ve gone too far? Do you really find this funny? If you pull another stunt like this, I’ll tell your mistress the truth!"

Liu Qingyue: "You were the one who excluded me first. That’s why I acted so childishly. Besides, don’t you think two little dummies sending a 'raincoat' into the sky is full of creativity and love?"

Su Cheng frowned at the response. The word "excluded" confused him at first, but he quickly realized what she meant.

Was it because he hadn’t invited her to the group chat?

So she retaliated with this?

Like a sulking child acting out to get attention?!

The thought cooled his anger slightly, but he was still annoyed. He fired back: "Hmph. Fine. I won’t hold this against you—but you still owe me a massive favor. Just don’t pull this kind of prank again!"

Liu Qingyue: "Alright, alright. I get it."

Liu Qingyue: "But speaking of favors… how would you like me to repay you?"

Seeing this, Su Cheng’s mood improved. At least this troublemaker knew when to back down.

Not a Fan of Oranges: "Next time you’re free, come back to Flame City. We’ll discuss it in person."

Liu Qingyue: "Sure. I’ll visit in a few days."

Not a Fan of Oranges: "Good."

Liu Qingyue: "Oh, one more thing—all the toiletries and daily necessities in your room were personally selected by the young mistress from the mall. If you don’t use them, she’ll sulk, you know~"

Su Cheng’s eyes widened.

He hadn’t expected that Ji Qingyi herself had chosen everything in the room. If he didn’t use them, wouldn’t that mean wasting her effort?

A sulking Ji Qingyi was a nightmare—cold, distant, and impossible to coax back into a good mood. She never explained why she was upset, leaving everyone around her frustrated.

Su Cheng quickly replied: "Understood."

After sending the message, he stored his shoes in his system space and swapped them for a brand-new pair of slippers. Then, he stepped into the bathroom to soak in the tub.

Splash—

Once the water was ready, he sank into the bath, letting the warmth envelop him.

Oddly, even though he hadn’t added anything to the water, the faint scent of Liu Qingyue lingered in the air. The fragrance stirred something restless in him, so he closed his eyes, trying to calm down.

"Time to allocate points!"

Su Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and summoned his system panel. A window appeared before him, displaying his current stats:

[Host: Su Cheng]

[Intelligence: 8+]

[Charm: 8+]

[Stamina: 7+]

Unlike before, each stat now had a "+" sign, indicating he could add 1 point to any attribute.

He stared at the numbers, deep in thought.

He recalled the heated debate among the three girls in the group chat earlier. Gu Ruoxue and Li Guanqi had both insisted that this decision should be his alone.

They emphasized that he needed to develop independent thinking and the ability to make his own choices—not rely on others’ opinions.

With that in mind, he decided to settle this in the most straightforward, manly way possible.

"I’ve made my decision…"

He took a deep breath, his mind already made up. Raising his hand, he slowly extended his finger toward the intelligence attribute and declared, "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe… whoever I land on, that’s the one I’ll choose."

With each word he uttered, his finger moved sequentially until the final "moe" landed on the charm attribute. His expression instantly flickered with panic, and he hastily added an extra syllable—"Ah!"—causing his finger to shift downward to the stamina attribute instead.

Then—without hesitation—he made his decision and tapped on stamina.

[Ding—]

[Attribute Talent Skills have been derived.]

[Stamina has reached 8.]

[Talent Skill 1: Strength Enhancement]

[Talent Skill 2: Speed Enhancement]

[Talent Skill 3: Burst Enhancement]

[Talent Skill 4: Defense Enhancement]

[Talent Skill 5: Endurance Enhancement]

[Talent Skill 6: Flexibility Enhancement]

[Talent Skill 7: Balance Enhancement]

[Would you like to randomly draw one Talent Skill?]

"Hmm…"

Su Cheng stared at the seven branching talent skills, deep in thought. Most of these enhancements were straightforward, but flexibility and balance didn’t appeal to him at all.

He couldn’t see any real use for those two. He wasn’t into gymnastics or dancing, nor did he perform any high-difficulty stunts. Besides, his physique was already top-notch, making those skills feel redundant.

What he valued most were strength, speed, and endurance.

The defense enhancement included recovery-related perks, but those were useless to him—he already had health potions.

If he got strength or burst, he might even stand a chance against the club president in an arm-wrestling match. He could try it tomorrow morning and finally make her lose!

He wondered what kind of expression she’d make if she lost.

If he got speed, he could finally escape her grasp.

As for endurance?

Well, any man would understand—no one could say no to that.

"Draw!"

[Ding—]