The previous passive skill was "High Spirits."
The value of "High Spirits" was already incredibly high, and now there's another one called "Healing Hands."
Judging by the description, it should correspond to the healing ability in RPG games—the kind where you cast green light from your hands onto an injured person.
In a game or a fantasy world, this kind of healing ability would be pretty ordinary, but in reality, it’s downright overpowered.
If the healing effect is strong enough…
In the future, when some loli girl gets turned into a bloody mist by Cantonese people for eating white-cut chicken with chocolate sauce, he’ll be able to bring her back to life.
Then the Cantonese folks can chop her again—more merits accumulated.
He’s definitely going to heaven after this.
The rewards are clear, and the conditions for completing the task don’t seem too difficult either.
In the system’s script, Xia Yanchun is portrayed as his childhood friend from the "newbie village," and since the system character appeared after he entered Xia Yanchun’s room, it’s obvious that "returning to the old place" refers to her home—or more specifically, her bedroom.
Gomenasai, Yanchun-chan, but I have no choice but to loiter in your room now.
As for how long he needs to stay, Shen Nian isn’t sure. He’ll just have to stay as long as possible until the system task is completed.
Even if Xia Yanchun beats him up, he’s determined to get this passive skill.
Who would say no to self-healing?
Imagine if he gets into a fight someday, loses, and gets beaten up—just a quick self-heal, and he’s back at full health, ready for round two…
The opponent: Wait, why won’t this guy die?
Hehe.
Self-healing + stamina recovery—you can’t kill me, but I can definitely outlast you.
Of course, this is just Shen Nian’s wild imagination. The actual effects of "Healing Hands" are still unknown—it might not even be that exaggerated.
He’s not the type to pick fights anyway. If others fight, he’ll watch; if he’s involved, he’ll run first.
If it really comes down to a chase, unless the other guy is a full marathon runner, Shen Nian could just kite them until they’re exhausted—keep running while his stamina regenerates.
"What’s wrong? Why are you spacing out?" Xia Yanchun suddenly raised her voice. This guy had been staring at her motionlessly—what was his deal?
Coming into someone’s house, blatantly staring at them, and then cosplaying a corpse?
Or was he just intimidated by her Ma+7 ultra-defined muscle lines?
Ahem, sorry, my second personality was trying to take over just now. I’ve been keeping it from you, but I actually have five personalities in total…"
"That kind of symptom usually comes from playing too much Naruto Mobile."
"You wouldn’t understand since you don’t play games." Shen Nian brushed her off with nonsense. If Xia Yanchun started throwing shade like this online, his face would be plastered everywhere by tomorrow.
"Your room is nice, but it’s mine now. Go get me two popsicles."
"Drop dead, get them yourself."
"Where are your parents?"
"Probably out having tea and chatting with someone."
Xia Yanchun crossed her arms, waiting for Shen Nian to get up from the desk before plopping into his seat. Studying was important—she couldn’t let Shen Nian disrupt her focus.
With her parents gone, Shen Nian felt more at ease. Though he was close with them, he was still a junior and had to mind his manners.
Besides, if they were around, his banter with Xia Yanchun wouldn’t flow as naturally. She could call him an idiot right in front of them, but he couldn’t exactly return the favor.
Instead, he’d just pretend to be heartbroken and wait for her parents to scold her.
Shen Nian? Bad intentions? Never.
The fridge wasn’t just stocked with Peanut Nobles—there were Green Tongues, Little Puddings, Chocliz, and more, filling an entire shelf. It was like they’d gone shopping just because Xia Yanchun was coming home.
Shen Nian grabbed two Chocliz bars and brought Xia Yanchun a Peanut Noble as a bonus. Life was good.
He loved Xia Yanchun’s house—it felt just like home.
"Here, I got one for you too."
"Mm."
Shen Nian devoured his Chocliz in bites. By the time he finished both, Xia Yanchun was still delicately licking her ice cream.
Noticing his gaze, she turned away awkwardly, refusing to let him watch.
So cute.
"I won’t bother you while you study. I’ll just chill in your room with the AC on—that’s fine, right?" Shen Nian muttered, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Don’t lie on my bed. You’re sweaty and gross."
Shen Nian nodded. He was sticky from the heat, and only the AC had made him feel somewhat presentable. If he dared to get on her bed without showering, Xia Yanchun would immediately deliver a Leo Flying Kick—with shoes on.
The desk was right next to the bed. Since he couldn’t lie down, Shen Nian sat there instead, leaning on the table while scrolling through his phone, volume off.
Xia Yanchun hmphed and picked up her pen, ready to scold him if he made noise—but surprisingly, he stayed quiet.
Well, good. Perfect for studying.
In her imagination, she’d enter a state of deep focus—start studying at noon, snap out of it at dusk with most of her homework done, completely forgetting Shen Nian was even there.
But reality was different. Even though Shen Nian wasn’t being loud, she still found him so distracting. She kept stealing glances at him—what videos was he watching? What was he laughing at? Who was he chatting with?
Shen Nian, you’re so annoying!
Setting facts aside, isn’t this at least a little bit your fault?
"Just go home already!"
Xia Yanchun’s temper flared. This guy came over, did nothing, and just sat there scrolling on his phone. Since she couldn’t hear the audio, she had no idea what kind of videos he was watching—not that she cared, of course.
Shen Nian always joked that she had a natural talent for loving people, so fine—she’d play along this time. The world could bend to his whims.
Shen Nian looked up, slowly raising an eyebrow. "What did I do now?"
"It’s easier to study alone. You’re in the way."
"Ah, the Natural Talent for Loving People ability has been activated."
"Exactly." Xia Yanchun puffed up, confident in her authority over her own room.
"Ridiculous. Blaming me because you can’t focus." Shen Nian rolled his eyes—a rare occurrence—but he wasn’t leaving until the system rewards dropped. "Might as well stop studying. Let me show you something fun."
"Something fun?" Xia Yanchun peeked over like a curious kitten.
"Come sit here."
Xia Yanchun tiptoed over in her flip-flops, stopping just a fist’s distance away from Shen Nian. She could feel the warmth radiating off him, barely contained by the AC, and caught a whiff of his not-exactly-pleasant scent. She glanced up at him.
This guy was grinning like an elementary schooler sharing a secret, looking utterly innocent.
If not for the sudden weight of Shen Nian’s hand on her shoulder, she might’ve believed it.
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