Song Fei looked at Song Ci in surprise. After a while, she murmured, "So you have a brain too."

Song Ci heard Song Fei's mockery, she rolled her eyes and said, "I'm very smart too." It's just that Song Fei's IQ is too high and she has an extraordinary talent for numbers. In comparison with Song Fei, Song Ci seems too mediocre.

But Song Ci was never stupid. "Next, we need to find out how many medicine men the Mo family still has. The fewer medicine men there are, the better for Han Zhan and me."

Song Fei couldn't help but ask, "What does Han Zhan want to do?"

Song Ci looked at the school that was getting closer and closer, and smiled without a trace of warmth. She said, "Destroy the Mo family!"

From the moment Song Ci entered the Mo family and saw the bow and arrow, she felt a surge of anger. She sensed the rage and resentment of the bow's owner before his death, a feeling of betrayal and a desire for revenge.

Song Ci vaguely guessed that the owner of the bow and arrow might also be a medicine man. And medicine men have telepathy with each other.

Destroying the Mo family is the common wish of her and Han Zhan.

I just don't know where their grandmother is hidden.

The cable car stopped, and Song Ci and Song Fei walked into the classroom side by side, found their seats and sat down. Song Fei sat in the student seat, and Song Ci sat with the other assistants.

The lecturer was an old man from the Mo family. His lectures were uninspired and resembled nothing more than recitations. Song Fei felt drowsy, while Song Ci listened attentively. After class, Song Ci discussed the lecture with Song Fei, only to discover that Song Fei knew nothing about it.

Seeing this, Song Ci finally showed a skeptical look to Song Fei. "Song Fei, can you do it?"

Song Fei pursed her lips, looking at the buildings in the valley below, and finally decided to confess to Song Ci. She said, "Song Ci, I'm not proficient in Chinese medicine. I only know the acupuncture points and acupuncture..."

Song Ci was shocked. "What about the names and effects of Chinese medicinal herbs? How to prescribe the right medicine for the right condition? You don't even know these?"

Song Fei didn't say anything, but her red face said it all. Song Fei, who was cold and arrogant, rarely blushed. Song Ci stared at Song Fei's red face and took a breath, "Song Fei, you..."

"You're going to fucking kill me!"

Song Ci was already gritting his teeth, wishing he could bite Song Fei.

Song Ci sat down on the stone floor, looking at the rising sun over the mountain, feeling a chill in her heart. "We're here to compete, to save our grandma. If we're eliminated in the first round, we won't even know which mountain our grandma is imprisoned on."

Song Fei also felt sorry, but she was also helpless. "Song Ci, I do have a strong memory for numbers, but I really can't remember those Chinese medical words."

Even geniuses have shortcomings.

Song Ci: "It's very easy to remember. Each medicinal herb has a different name. Even if some herbs look the same at first glance, their roots are different and their scents are also different..."

Song Fei frowned and said, "I can't tell them apart at all, and I can't tell their smell either."

Song Ci stopped talking, her little face wrinkled and she felt very sad.

"I say." Song Fei suddenly grabbed Song Ci's hand and squeezed it hard. Song Ci looked at her in confusion and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Fei said, "Song Ci, let's switch identities."

Song Ci: “?”

She understood what Song Fei meant and quickly waved her hand to refuse, "No, I have bigger breasts and am taller than you, it will be exposed."

Song Fei said, "We didn't fill in our height in our profile. Besides, if you have big breasts, just wrap them tighter."

Song Ci asked, "What about you? Stuffing buns?"

Song Fei's eyebrows were throbbing wildly, and she wanted to press Song Ci to the ground and rub him. She took a deep breath and said reluctantly: "I'll stuff some cloth..."

Song Fei continued to persuade Song Ci: "You have been reading Chinese medicine books with your father since you were a child. Didn't you love playing the game of asking and guessing the medicinal ingredients with your father when you were a child? Maybe if you take the exam, we can still stay."

What else could Song Ci do? He could only agree!

Back in the dorm for lunch, Song Ci and Song Fei changed clothes. The deliberately restrained breasts made it hard for Song Ci to breathe. Song Fei also felt something was wrong, so she kept adjusting her breast shape.

Song Ci couldn't bear it any longer, so she said to Song Fei, "Forget it, don't pick it. No one can see it when you're wearing such thick clothes."

Seeing Song Ci in pain, Song Fei felt a little guilty, "I'm sorry, Song Ci..."

Song Ci was relieved, "Why do you say sorry? You are a human, not a superman. You are already very good. It was useless to blame you before. I should say sorry."

No one is born a jack of all trades. Even Song Fei has her moments when she can't do what she wants. It was Song Ci who always thought too highly of Song Fei. It was she who didn't respect or love Song Fei enough.

Song Ci hugged Song Fei and said, "Song Fei, you have to stay with me and protect me at all times. If I get emotional, you have to help me cover up."

The Mo family had dog-like noses. Even though Song Ci had her armpit sweat glands removed, when she became extremely excited, her countless small sweat glands would still secrete a medicinal scent. If they were discovered by these dogs of the Mo family, they would be gone for good.

Song Fei nodded seriously, "I will."

After a short nap, they went back to class in the afternoon. After the last class, the instructor called everyone over and told them, "Thank you for your respect for our Mo family and for traveling so far to study here. Our head of the family has specially prepared a banquet and will personally entertain all of you tonight."

"Everyone please follow me."

The gentleman took everyone to the valley by cable car.

The sun had already set, and lights were on in the valley. Song Ci and his companions were crossing a small wooden bridge to attend the banquet. Standing on the bridge, Song Ci looked up at the mountains that surrounded them and felt a sense of suffocation.

The banquet was held in the reception building in the middle of the valley. The dishes were all authentic Shu cuisine, which was spicy, spicy and oily, and looked delicious.

Song Ci and Song Fei both loved spicy food, and the sight of those dishes whetted their appetites. But the couple who had come to the Mo family with Song Ci yesterday were from Guangdong. Their expressions changed immediately when they saw the table full of Sichuan dishes.

The two of them started talking in whispers in Cantonese. Song Ci roughly understood what they were saying and her shoulders shook with laughter.

Song Fei asked her, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Ci leaned close to Song Fei's shoulder and said to her, "Just now, the uncle behind us told his wife that if she eats these dishes, her anus will be swollen tonight..."

Song Fei: "..."

But the Mo family was considerate enough to prepare a few light dishes, knowing that some of their guests couldn't handle spicy food. The couple finally felt relieved when they saw the light dishes being served.