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There were people working on the rocky beach when they saw the little girl fall headfirst to the ground. They quickly came over, pulled Tang Yue up, and slapped her face loudly.

"Yueyue? Yueyue? What's wrong with you?"

Tang Yue...

Before she could even process the sight before her, someone slapped her face, causing a sharp pain. She opened her eyes and saw it was none other than Aunt Chrysanthemum's husband; Tang Yue was momentarily surprised.

"Oh dear, are you alright, Yueyue? You silly child, how did you suddenly fall headfirst? You scared your uncle half to death."

It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright.

There are too many people here. If you don't have anything to do, you should go home and have some fun, okay?

Without waiting for Tang Yue's reaction, he put her down on the ground and left.

Tang Yue's lips twitched. This man was really... How did he end up with someone like Aunt Chrysanthemum? Shaking her head, Tang Yue got up and walked quickly home.

She needed to hurry home, lie in bed, and really take a good look at her mind. She hadn't been paying attention these past few days, and as a result, her mind had become like that.

When Tang Yue entered the courtyard, she startled Lin Cuicui, who dropped the ladle she was using to scoop water. Lin Cuicui rushed to Tang Yue, grabbed her, and quickly lifted her bangs to look at the wound on her forehead.

"Daughter, what happened to you? What happened? Who hit you? Tell Mom, I'll go find him and settle the score right now."

Tang Yue was a little confused by Lin Cuicui's actions. When she came to her senses, she raised her hand to touch her forehead and found that she had indeed bled a little. But it was nothing serious. By the time she walked back, the blood had almost clotted.

Seeing Lin Cuicui's worry, she smiled at Lin Cuicui.

"Mom, it's okay. I was a little dizzy when I looked down, and I fell and hit my head."

Lin Cuicui was suspicious. Could her daughter really have done this? She knew what her daughter was capable of; how could she have fallen down on her own?

Tang Yue didn't explain either; this was strange to her right now, wasn't it?

"Mom, it's okay, I'll be fine in a bit. I'll lie down and rest for a while."

Lin Cuicui quickly pulled Tang Yue into the house, asking as they went, "Girl, are you really alright? Should we go to the hospital to get checked out?"

Tang Yue found it amusing. "I'm really fine, Mom. You can go about your business as usual, just don't overwork yourself. I'm perfectly fine, I just need to rest in bed for a while."

Lin Cuicui covered her with a blanket and, seeing that she was really asleep with her eyes closed, left the room with peace of mind.

Tang Yue lay in bed, her consciousness immediately returning to her mind. The mental energy that was usually a blank white space in her mind was nowhere to be seen at this moment.

Her mind was blank, yet everything was clearly visible. The back of the three-dimensional white box Tang Yue had previously drawn was now covered with countless transparent screws, one after another, without a single gap.

Fortunately, Tang Yue doesn't have trypophobia; otherwise, seeing a wall full of screws would probably make her feel very uncomfortable.

The screwdriver is still happily screwing screws into the bottom right corner of the box wall.

Tang Yue explained why she had been having headaches and feeling mentally exhausted lately; it turned out that the screwdriver had been using up all the mental energy in her mind.

Tang Yue was a little angry. She didn't understand why the little things she created with her spiritual power all seemed to have their own ideas. One of them, a screwdriver, liked to play with screws when it was free.

"You've already screwed it in, but why did you have to screw all those screws into the box she drew?" Tang Yue quickly ran inside the box to check if the inside of the box was covered in the sharp points of screws. If that was the case, wouldn't she get pricked no matter what she put in it in the future?

She made this box so that she could store the small parts she made after filling it up. If it's sharp and prickly, it won't be usable.

To my surprise, the inside was perfectly smooth, without a single trace. You couldn't tell at all that the wall had been riddled with holes by screws.

Still not believing it, Tang Yue used her consciousness to touch it, and the realistic touch made her feel somewhat dazed.

At the same time, she was shocked to discover that the mind-body figure that looked exactly like her was something she had created herself.

The child jumped out of the box, put his hands on his hips, pointed at the screwdriver that was happily tightening screws, and yelled, "Screwdriver, come here!"

The screwdriver seemed a little confused, its handle twitching as if it understood its master's will. Only then, reluctantly, did it tighten the last mental energy nail and fly to Tang Yue's consciousness miniature, even circling it twice.

"Why did you waste so much of my mental energy screwing in nails? Look how empty my mind is right now. I have no mental energy left at all. You're practically trying to kill me."

Do you know how much my head hurts when I have absolutely no mental energy?

The screwdriver didn't seem to realize this at all. It shook the handle up and down and left and right, as if checking the mental energy in its mind. When it saw that it was so empty, it seemed to realize that it had indeed been used too much.

It flew forward a little shyly and ingratiatingly, rubbing its handle against Tang Yue's cheek, as if to say: Master, don't be angry.

Tang Yue was helpless. Her mental strength wasn't gone forever, and what was done was done. There was no point in her continuing to scold this guy.

"Alright, alright, you can play if you want, but you have to save some mental energy for me in the future, otherwise I won't be able to hold on with this headache, do you understand?"

The screwdriver spun around Tang Yue's consciousness a few times, indicating that it understood what Tang Yue meant.

Tang Yue couldn't do anything about it, so she let it twist as it pleased, since it really didn't have anything else to do anyway. Just like a thumbtack, it would occasionally use the back ends to tap the inside and outside walls of the box.

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