Commercial Street, Xinghuayu Flower Shop.
Approaching noon.
All the pre-ordered flower bouquets from the shop had been delivered to their designated nearby addresses.
With some free time on her hands, Huang Feirong was being sternly supervised by Chen Qimeng to practice exam questions.
These past few days, Chen Qimeng hadn’t slacked off in the slightest—fully embracing her role as the "strict guardian."
While reviewing the material herself, she also pointed out Huang Feirong’s mistakes.
From time to time, she’d even exchange messages with Sister Hong, updating her on Huang Feirong’s study progress.
After just a few dozen minutes of working on problems, Huang Feirong couldn’t sit still anymore, her mind drifting to the computer in the flower shop.
Chen Qimeng’s approach wasn’t much different from that of most parents.
Study and practice for a set amount of time, and Huang Feirong would earn some computer time as a reward.
To pass the time and get through the study session, Huang Feirong had tried every trick in the book…
"Qimeng-jie, did you bring wet wipes in your bag when you left today?"
Huang Feirong twirled her pen and asked casually.
Chen Qimeng, who had been focused on reviewing the questions, was immediately distracted.
She thought for a moment and replied,
"Wet wipes? I have tissues in my bag."
"I don’t usually carry wet wipes when I go out."
Huang Feirong promptly set her pen down and, with the gossipy air of a village elder, said,
"Qimeng-jie, think about it—on such a hot day, you’re bound to sweat when you’re outside!"
"Even if you don’t sweat, what about… others?"
"Sure, tissues can wipe away sweat, but your skin still ends up sticky and uncomfortable."
"Since we’re going out together, shouldn’t you consider others?"
Huang Feirong didn’t actually know who these "others" were.
She just had a hunch that Chen Qimeng definitely wasn’t going out alone.
Even if Chen Qimeng denied it, the truth was written all over her face.
With her straightforward thinking, Chen Qimeng was no match for Huang Feirong, the queen of teasing.
And with Huang Feirong’s smooth talk, Chen Qimeng suddenly found herself… convinced!
Seizing the opportunity, Huang Feirong stood up and declared,
"Qimeng-jie, wait here. I’ve got wet wipes in my bag—I’ll grab a pack for you."
Chen Qimeng snapped out of it and quickly said,
"Rongrong, it’s fine!"
"I can just buy a pack later when I go out."
But Huang Feirong was already on the move.
Before Chen Qimeng could react, Huang Feirong had returned, wet wipes in hand.
"Come on, it’s not a big deal. Don’t be so polite—we’re practically family!"
Chen Qimeng held the wipes, feeling a warmth in her heart.
"Thanks, Rongrong. Then I won’t stand on ceremony."
Immediately after, she hurried to the checkout counter and tucked the wet wipes into her handbag.
Huang Feirong wasn’t done yet.
"Oh, Qimeng-jie," she added,
"Did you guys bring mosquito repellent?"
Chen Qimeng froze, blinking in confusion.
"Mosquito… repellent? Do we really need that?"
Huang Feirong adopted an exaggeratedly serious expression and stepped closer.
"Of course we do! There are so many mosquitoes outside!"
"Look at your elbow—didn’t you just get bitten when you were delivering flowers earlier?"
"Regular insect spray smells too strong and would cover up your natural scent."
"Mosquito repellent has a lighter fragrance—just a little spritz, and it’s barely noticeable."
Chen Qimeng’s cheeks flushed instantly.
"Rongrong, stop teasing me," she protested. "I don’t have any… natural scent."
Huang Feirong leaned in close, taking a deep, exaggerated sniff near Chen Qimeng’s shoulder.
With an awed expression, she sighed,
"Oh, but you do! You just can’t smell it yourself!"
"It’s sooo nice~"
"If I were a man, I’d be completely enchanted."
"We can’t let insect spray ruin your charm—absolutely not!"
Chen Qimeng’s heart fluttered at the words.
Could she really… have a natural fragrance?
At the same time, she didn’t even notice how Huang Feirong’s phrasing had shifted—from "others" to "you guys," and now to "men."
Huang Feirong was practically certain.
If Qimeng-jie was letting her off early today, there was a billion-to-one chance she had some major "business" to attend to!
"I’ve got a travel-sized bottle of mosquito repellent in my bag—super convenient."
"Since I’m really sensitive to bites, I always carry small bottles."
"Qimeng-jie, hold on—I’ll grab it for you!"
Chen Qimeng: "Ah, Rongrong, maybe I should—"
Again, before she could finish, Huang Feirong had already dashed off.
Less than thirty seconds later, she came jogging back with the tiny bottle.
Huang Feirong: "I told you, no need to be polite. What’s mine is yours!"
Chen Qimeng smiled and nodded. "Thank you. Then I’ll borrow it for now."
Just as the repellent went into the bag, Huang Feirong struck again—
"Qimeng-jie, your bag seems pretty light. Did you forget to bring a power bank?"
Chen Qimeng was stumped once more.
"A power bank… is that really necessary?"
"My phone’s fully charged—it’ll last a long time."
Huang Feirong wagged a finger sternly.
"A few hours, sure, but what if you’re out longer?"
"Being stranded with a dead phone is a nightmare these days!"
"What if there’s no charger or cable around? Where would you even plug in?"
"It’s not like the old days where you could just swap batteries…"
"Besides, even if your phone has juice, what about others?"
Here, Huang Feirong carefully watched Chen Qimeng’s expression.
She had practically spelled it out.
Surely even someone as guileless as Qimeng-jie would pick up on the subtext now?
Yet, after a brief hesitation, Chen Qimeng nodded slowly.
"That… does make sense."
"Rongrong, no need to trouble yourself—I have one in my drawer. I’ll charge it up and take it with me."
Huang Feirong immediately shot her an approving look.
Now it was confirmed.
Qimeng-jie was absolutely, definitely going for it!
An outing so long it required a power bank…
At this rate, she might not even come home tonight.
Or if things went really well, she definitely wouldn’t be back tonight.
…
Meanwhile, at Chang Xiaoxiao’s home.
"Oof—!"
"Ow—!"
"Grr—!"
Lin Yu gripped his weapon, hunched over and going at it with full force.
Just minutes ago, Changsheng had been all bravado, baring his teeth defiantly.
Now, the poor creature was cowering in the corner like a kicked puppy.
Lin Yu raised the cola bottle and gave two more solid thumps.
Cola bottles were like that—
They sounded vicious, but in reality, they didn’t do much damage.
If they were truly deadly,
half the internet pranksters would’ve been wiped out by now.
Like a salon’s overzealous stylist, Lin Yu stretched a task that should’ve taken minutes into a full performance.
Once he’d had his fill, he crouched down, picked up the food bowl, and shoved it toward Changsheng.
"You like feasting, huh? Let’s see you try eating now!"
Changsheng gazed up at him with pitiful eyes, as if to say:
"Bro, if you wanted some, you could’ve just asked. Was all this violence really necessary?"
…
(Second bonus chapter delivered, making up for yesterday’s delay. Catching up on progress—143 more "power-ups" needed for the next bonus update. Thanks for your patience and support! Finally time to rest—back at it tomorrow!)

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”