"No, Sister Yunshu, please, tell me in detail again, okay?" Xia Qingqing pouted and acted cute towards Gu Yunshu.

Gu Yunshu sighed inwardly: "Qingqing, you don't need to do this. Your world is a peaceful one, there's no need for superpowers."

Upon hearing this, Xia Qingqing clasped her hands together and said coquettishly, "I'm just a little curious. Sister Yunshu, please tell me."

Gu Yunshu regretted speaking without thinking, but now that Xia Qingqing knew, if she didn't explain the pros and cons to her carefully, Xia Qingqing would definitely keep thinking about it.

"This power potion was only developed a month ago, and many ordinary people have already redeemed it. Some people have successfully activated their powers after drinking it, while others haven't experienced any changes," Gu Yunshu said, her expression suddenly turning serious.

"There is also the worst-case scenario: the person who drinks the potion turns into a zombie."

Xia Qingqing recalled the zombies Gu Yunshu had shown her before; their disgusting appearance had given her nightmares for several nights in a row, and she immediately shuddered.

Seeing the fear on Xia Qingqing's face, Gu Yunshu looked at her seriously and said, "Qingqing, I'll find you a few more weapons for self-defense. Don't even think about having superpowers. If you encounter bad guys in the future, don't be a coward, just fight them."

Xia Qingqing nodded obediently: "Sister Yunshu, I understand."

Xia Qingqing was actually quite tempted, but she didn't dare to take the risk. If she really turned into a zombie, it would be too late for her to regret it.

——

The next day, Xia Qingqing went up the mountain early in the morning to gather pig feed. When she arrived, she saw Song Ze leaning against a tree with a blade of grass in his mouth.

Xia Qingqing immediately recalled how he hadn't given her any face yesterday, and put her hands on her hips, saying:

"Song Ze, what happened to you yesterday? Jianguo greeted you but you ignored him, which made me feel so embarrassed."

She said this because she considered Song Ze a friend, and when she introduced her friend to someone else, the friend ignored her, which made her a little angry.

But the same words took on a different meaning in Song Ze's ears.

When Song Ze heard Xia Qingqing blaming him, his face turned sour: "Yes, it's all my fault. Only your brother Jianguo is a good person."

Xia Qingqing found this person rather strange. What was wrong with Zhang Jianguo? He was clearly very polite in greeting Song Ze, but Song Ze ignored him.

"Song Ze, straighten your attitude. I'm talking to you nicely. If you keep being sarcastic, we're done talking."

Song Ze's anger grew stronger: "Of course you have nothing to talk about with me. Weren't you having a great time chatting with that Jianguo guy? Do you even remember who I am?"

What a heartless woman! She's all smiles and calling someone her best friend while eating their roast chicken or rabbit, but it hasn't been long before she's starting to side with other men.

Ugh, that wretched Jian Guo brother!!!

Xia Qingqing was unwilling to tolerate Song Ze's unreasonable behavior.

"Whatever you want. Come find me again when you can speak properly."

After saying that, Xia Qingqing turned and left. She was going to cut pig feed in a different place today and didn't want to hear Song Ze continue to be sarcastic towards her.

Song Ze looked at Xia Qingqing's retreating figure with a slightly sad expression. Why didn't she know how to comfort him? Actually, he was very easy to coax.

......

From that day on, Xia Qingqing deliberately avoided Song Ze, choosing to go to gather pig feed when everyone was at work, so Song Ze wouldn't have time to sneak out to find her.

Having not seen Xia Qingqing for several days, Song Ze felt a little unhappy, finding fault with everything about her.

Qin Jiajia kept an eye on Song Ze for a few days and was quite satisfied to find that he no longer disappeared to go find that village girl. It seemed that her warning last time had some effect.

She happily invited Song Ze, "Brother Song Ze, let's go to the state-run restaurant in the county for dinner after a couple of days of rest."

Song Ze was already annoyed, and when he heard Qin Jiajia's words, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and said coldly, "I'm not going."

Undeterred by the rejection, Qin Jiajia asked, "Brother Song Ze, haven't you picked up the package Grandpa Chen sent you this month yet?"

"Hmm," Song Ze responded faintly when his maternal grandfather was mentioned.

"My family also sent me a package. Shall we go to the post office to pick it up together?" Qin Jiajia said, looking at Song Ze expectantly.

Upon hearing this, Song Ze finally glanced at Qin Jiajia and said, "How do you plan to get there? You don't have a bicycle."

Qin Jiajia lowered her head shyly and said, "I can ride on your bicycle."

Song Ze instantly recalled his past experience of being forced by his grandfather to carry Qin Jiajia, and a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes: "I can't carry you, you're too heavy."

He gets really angry when he talks about it. Once, Qin Jiajia insisted on sitting on the back of his bicycle. When he refused, she went to complain to her grandparents, which made him get scolded.

Later, he couldn't stand Qin Jiajia taking advantage of his kindness and lost his temper, which made her restrain herself a little.

"Me, heavy? How could I be heavy? I have a figure that so many people envy," Qin Jiajia said, pointing to herself in disbelief.

Many of the girls in her class used to envy her curvaceous figure.

No matter how used to Song Ze's indifferent attitude, Qin Jiajia couldn't bear to hear the person she liked say that she was fat, and she went back to her room with tears in her eyes.

Liu Xiaoying kept a close eye on Qin Jiajia's movements, and seeing her being brought to tears by Song Ze once again, she couldn't help but sigh.

Qin Jiajia is the type who becomes more courageous with each setback in love, and she never turns back even after hitting a wall.

Who raised such a love-struck child? If her future daughter were like this, she'd definitely put her back in her belly.

But at this moment, as Qin Jiajia's good friend, Liu Xiaoying's most important task was to comfort her.

"Jiajia, don't be sad. Song Zhiqing is just a straight man and doesn't understand girls' feelings at all."

Qin Jiajia wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and complained with a pout, "But Brother Song Ze said I'm fat. Where am I fat?"

"Oh, he just has no taste. Think about it from another angle. You're tall and have a good figure, so you're bound to weigh a bit more than the average girl."

As Liu Xiaoying spoke, she couldn't help but steal a glance at Qin Jiajia's ample chest, then looked down at her own flat chest, silently wiping away a tear of bitterness in her heart.

Upon hearing this, Qin Jiajia looked at Liu Xiaoying.

Because Liu Xiaoying didn't eat well as a child, she didn't develop well. She was about 155 cm tall and didn't have much flesh on her body.

“You’re right. If I looked like you, I’d rather be heavier. Song Ze just hasn’t figured it out yet and doesn’t know how to appreciate me. Once we get married, he’ll know how good I am,” Qin Jiajia said, her face slowly turning red.