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!)
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
