Qin Houqing tensed up and hurriedly said, "Sir, this is my strategy. I must make her remember me first and deepen her impression before pursuing her. It will be much more effective."

The old, hoarse voice on the other end of the computer carried an undeniable, authoritative, and cold tone: "Who do you think you are, trying to make her remember you?"

"Yesterday on the aircraft, she only hit you on the head with a basin, not shot you in the head, which means she's already restrained her temper enough. Today, your dish is so oily it looks like pork stir-fry that it's been sitting out for two or three days. You still expect her to remember you and have a good impression of you? What kind of daydream are you having!"

"gentlemen……"

The aged voice on the other end of the computer interrupted him, not letting him speak at all: "Now, this is my last warning to you, don't go near her again, stay away from her. Just focus on winning the game, nothing else matters to you."

Qin Houqing's eyes flashed fiercely as she stared intently at the personal terminal that was conducting a voice call, her voice filled with suppressed rage: "Sir, please give me another chance, I will definitely..."

Before he could finish speaking, the connection to the personal terminal was cut off, and the screen went black.

Qin Houqing kicked the wall in anger, his fierce eyes seeming to want to punch a hole in it. Then... he slowly turned around, his gaze trying to see through the crowd to Jiang Si.

"Jiang Jiang, who do you think will win at tables 1 through 20? Shall we start a bet, 100 star coins per round..."

“Jiang Jiang, my darling, Jiang Jiang…”

“I heard you.” Jiang Si clenched her fingers, withdrawing the invisible spiritual power that had been emanating from Qin Houqing. She lifted her eyelids and glanced sideways at Wei Chi, who had spoken to her: “I’m not betting with you. I don’t care about those 100 star coins.”

Wei Chi curled his lip: "Okay, the people up there are all really strong. Look, look, they've really outmaneuvered the high-level A-rank players. Sigh... I think I'll die in the semi-finals."

Jiang Si glanced at the intense matches on arenas 1 through 20, then patted Wei Chi on the shoulder: "Kid, you have to believe you're the chosen one. Don't even mention the semifinals, you can make it into the top 3 of the finals!"

Wei Chi turned his head, his mouth agape: "Really? You have that much faith in me?"

Jiang Si coaxed him like a child: "You're a lucky charm. If I don't have confidence in you, who do I have confidence in? Okay, okay, don't worry. Hurry up and go online. I'll sell a batch of fruit, and you can grab a batch. Everyone else will be so envious."

While she was filming him, her healing spiritual energy had already permeated his body, healing him and allowing his spiritual and physical abilities to advance without him even realizing it.

As long as his mecha piloting skills aren't bad, he doesn't act recklessly, doesn't try to show off, and competes seriously, making it to the finals shouldn't be a problem.

"Okay, okay, I'll log in right away!" Wei Chi grinned from ear to ear as he logged into his personal terminal, completely forgetting that he could take advantage of his proximity to the source and directly transfer the money to get the fruit.

Jiang Si logged into the "Zombie is Not a Corpse" account, found pictures of broccoli, ground cherry, and dark purple cherries in the computer, uploaded them to the store, set the price, added the link, and clicked to send a text message: "Taking a break from the competition to do my job properly. Just a reminder to everyone, I'm just a lazy farmer."

The shipment was successful. In less than 10 seconds, 1 million head of lush green broccoli, 100,000 jin of golden ground cherry, and 100,000 jin of large cherries were sold out instantly.

That speed in an instant is amazing.

Jiang Si edited the second message: "Dear friends, all fruits and vegetables will be shipped within 10 days. Please look forward to it. If you can't wait, you can return the goods."

Fans who managed to snag the fruit and broccoli florets commented: "Returning it? Your Highness, are you kidding me? Even if it's shipped within 10 days, let alone 100 days, I still won't return it."

"That's right, that's right. In the past, a naturally shriveled apple would cost several thousand star coins, not to mention natural vegetables without mutations, which would cost tens of thousands per kilogram."

"Right now, a head of bright green broccoli only costs 10 star coins, and it's even delivered to my door with free shipping. I'm starting to wonder if Your Highness is even making any money."

“You’re not the only one who doubts it. I also doubt that His Highness isn’t making money. Look at that picture. Those big, dark red cherries, even though I’ve never eaten them, must be top-quality because they’re His Highness’s. They’re only 28 star coins per pound. And those bright yellow ground cherry fruits are only 18 star coins per pound.”

"Yes, yes, yes, there's a limit of one of each item. I managed to snag all three. Three items for only 56 Star Coins, three items for 100 Star Coins, or even 1000 Star Coins would be great! Sigh, I'm really worried that Your Highness will go bankrupt!"

Jiang Si glanced at the comments and realized that bankruptcy was impossible. Her space already contained hundreds of millions of kilograms of fruits and vegetables. When she had some free time, she could put medicine and such on the agenda.

"I didn't manage to grab a single one." Wei Chi pouted as he looked at Jiang Si. "Their reflexes were too fast. I've only been single for 20 years, and my reflexes are just not fast enough."

Jiang Si's lips twitched. Taking advantage of the spatial twist, she folded out a bunch of large cherries from her space and threw them, twig and all, to Wei Chi: "Remember to pay me, 1000 star coins."

Wei Chi's face lit up instantly. He took the cherry, pouted, and made a kissing motion: "Mwah, I love you."

Jiang Si waved her hand dismissively, pulled her hat down, crossed her arms, leaned back in the willow chair, and said to Wei Chi, "Watch the big screen, and call out when it's my turn."

Wei Chi replied like a lackey, "No problem, no problem, leave it to me, you just go to sleep."

Facing a live broadcast across the entire galaxy, the camera not only focused on the arena but also on the audience and the people waiting for the match, and Jiang Si was naturally in the frame.

In particular, the way she fed Wei Chi fruit was broadcast live, causing many fans to exclaim, "We're asking online, how can I replace that glutton next to the little prince and sit next to him?"

"Waaaaah, the little princess went to sell fruit just now, I didn't see her, I didn't get any, and then I saw her feeding her best friend. Hey best friend, can I ask you for a favor and have the cherries you have?"

"If I can't be Her Highness's husband, boyfriend, or lover, then can I settle for being her friend? So... here's the question: how can I become Her Highness's friend?"

"Upstairs, upstairs, upstairs, you're going off-topic. This is a competition, a competition. Hurry up and watch the competition, hurry up and watch the intense battle on the arena."

The competition in the arena was fierce. Some were eliminated in 10 minutes, while others were eliminated in half an hour or more. There were 20 arena stages for the competition, with 2,000 people competing in 1,000 groups. The competition was not yet finished, and there were still 400 people who had not yet competed.

Jiang Si, Wei Chi, and the others are scheduled for tomorrow. The semi-finals end today and will continue at 9:30 tomorrow morning. Those staying at the hotel will be picked up by hovercars, while those not staying at the hotel will go home on their own.

Si Mubei and Yan Qi were in charge of the others, while Wei Chi and Jiang Si walked together. This time they walked slowly, and there were many spectators and people from other military academies who greeted her along the way.

She greeted everyone who greeted her, her friendly attitude and constant smile making the audience and other military academy students call her "Little Princess"—she was so down-to-earth.

The two boarded the hovercar, and the others followed closely behind. Each hovercar could seat dozens of people, and it was soon full.

Wei Chi has a social butterfly syndrome. While in the moving hovercar, he chatted with dozens of people. Jiang Si was worried that he might be thirsty, so she gave him the honey lemon water she had prepared.

This small gesture aroused envy among the people in the car. They all wanted to befriend the young prince and exchange contact numbers, but they knew that wishing was one thing, but not another. They couldn't get the young prince's contact number, and the young prince wouldn't give it to them.

The hovercar had traveled more than halfway when a panicked girl's voice came from ahead: "Ah, Lingdu, Lingdu, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, Lingdu."

Immediately, all the dozens of people in the hovercar looked toward the source of the sound.

Wei Chi was about to stand up to look when Jiang Si put her hand on his shoulder and pressed him back down in his seat, saying in a low voice, "Open your eyes wider and look at their clothes. These are military academy students who were eliminated by the Federation."

Wei Chi looked closely and, sure enough, one-quarter of the people in the hovercar they were riding in were military academy students who had been eliminated by the Federation, while the rest were spectators and military academy students from the Troia Empire.

"Is there a healer? Is there a healer?" The girl's voice was choked with sobs as she pleaded with the people in the car, "Is there a healer? Please come and help, please help save Lingdu!"

The dozens of people on the hovercar were also anxious and hurriedly asked, "Is there a healer here? Is there a healer? Please help save him quickly. The young man's mental energy has gone berserk and he has fallen into a coma."

"Is there a therapist? Is there a therapist...?"

"No, no, there's no healer." Someone shouted. "There's no healer in the hovercar. Don't worry, don't worry, we're almost at the school gate. We can go directly to the central hospital on the capital planet."

"Your Highness!" Upon hearing this, the girl burst into tears, crying out, "Your Highness, the young prince of the Troia Empire is a plant cultivator, and plant cultivators are plant-based. Plant cultivators with plant-based abilities are healers. Please make way, please make way, so that the young prince of the Troia Empire can treat Lingdu!"

The girl's words were like a muffled thunderclap, startling everyone on the hovercar and making them realize, "Oh right, the little princess is a plant grower, a plant-type plant grower, so she must be the most gifted healer."

Everyone made way, their eyes filled with hope and pleading as they looked at Jiang Si in the back seat.

Jiang Si then saw clearly that a girl wearing a federal black camouflage combat uniform was sitting in the aisle of the hovercar, holding a boy with his eyes closed, pale face, and wearing the same black camouflage combat uniform as the girl.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please, Your Highness of the Troia Empire!" The girl, seeing that she didn't move, pleaded tearfully, "Ling Du's mental energy has gone berserk, he has fallen into a deep coma, and his life is in danger. Please, please save him, please!"