The National Day holiday coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival!

Zhang Shaozhong began to feel restless.

On the other end of the phone, my mom had been urging me several times: "Son, you must come home for Mid-Autumn Festival! How long has it been since you came home! I heard you're now... sharing an apartment with two girls? What's going on? Bring them back so I can meet you!"

Zhang Shaozhong felt a chill run down his spine.

Take them back? Take a fairy and a witch back to your hometown to meet your parents?

The scene was too beautiful for him to imagine!

He could already foresee the horrific scene that would unfold—his mother's passionate interrogation, his father's silent scrutiny, and these two unconventional big shots...

He tried to argue: "Mom, he's just a regular roommate! He has his own plans for the holidays..."

"What kind of ordinary roommate!"

His mother interrupted him, "I heard everything from your Aunt Wang! You're doing live streams online with two pretty girls! What are their names... Fairy and Witch? Son, you can't follow their example and mess around like that! Bring them home properly so your parents can see them!"

Zhang Shaozhong: "..." It's true what they say, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast! How did even his hometown know about his livestream?!

There's no escaping it now.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and cautiously make this "unreasonable request" to the two bigwigs one evening after dinner.

"Well... the Mid-Autumn Festival is in a few days, a traditional festival for family reunion here... my parents want me to come home..." He carefully chose his words, "They... heard that I'm sharing an apartment with two people now, so... they'd like to invite you all out for a casual meal..."

As soon as he finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the living room.

Ye Meier, who was playing a game, froze, not even reacting when her in-game character was killed.

Ling Qingxue, who was reading a book, paused in mid-air as her fingers turned the page.

Zhang Shaozhong clearly felt that two completely different, but equally intense, emotional fluctuations erupted instantly!

A surge of emotion emanated from Ye Meier, a mixture of surprise, panic, a hint of embarrassment, and intense curiosity, like a boiling hotpot, scalding and spicy.

Another feeling came from Ling Qingxue: extreme astonishment, helplessness, and a tension as if she were facing a situation even more terrifying than the Heavenly Demon Tribulation, like a lake that had been frozen in an instant, cold and stiff.

"See...see your parents?!"

Ye Meier was the first to react, her voice rising several decibels. She turned her head sharply, and surprisingly, a suspicious blush appeared on her face!

"What...what do you mean? This...this is already meeting the parents? That's too fast!"

She was usually bold and unrestrained when flirting with Zhang Shaozhong, but when it came to the most symbolic part of "meeting the parents" in "moral etiquette", this witch actually chickened out!

It felt like a street thug suddenly being dragged to meet a high-ranking official in the imperial court, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Although Ling Qingxue did not speak, her fingers tightened slightly as she held the book, and her fingertips turned a little white.

She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, but her slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed the turmoil within her.

In her long years of spiritual practice, when had she ever experienced such a scene?

She could remain calm in the face of the Demon Lord and the Demon King, but when faced with Zhang Shaozhong's parents, whom she had never met and who represented the most ordinary yet most incomprehensible "human ethics" in this world, she felt an unprecedented... pressure.

"No...it's not what you think!"

Zhang Shaozhong quickly explained, sweat beading on his forehead, "It's just a normal visit! My parents are just curious and want to see my current roommate! There's absolutely no other meaning! Just think of it as... just think of it as experiencing the customs of this world! Yes, experiencing the customs!"

"Experience local customs?"

Ye Meier looked at him suspiciously, her eyes flickering.

"Are you sure? There won't be any strange rules, right? Like having to kowtow and serve tea or something?" Scenes from period dramas flashed through her mind.

"No need, no need!"

Zhang Shaozhong waved his hands repeatedly, "It's just a meal and a chat! It's very simple!"

Ling Qingxue remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, her voice slightly hoarse: "In what capacity do we... go there?"

This question stumped Zhang Shaozhong.

Right! What are their identities? We can't just say, "These are fairies and witches from another world," can we?

He scratched his head: "Just say... he's my friend! Yes! A good friend! A friend I'm doing live streaming with!"

"friend?"

Ye Meier pouted, seemingly dissatisfied with this unremarkable identity, but didn't say anything more, only muttering, "Meeting the parents... I'm actually a little nervous..."

Ling Qingxue fell silent again, seemingly processing the identity of "friend" and the "test" she was about to face.

The atmosphere became somewhat strange over the next two days.

Surprisingly, Ye Meier didn't wander around the house in her sexy slip dress anymore. Instead, she secretly started searching for things like "things to keep in mind when meeting your boyfriend's parents for the first time" and "gift-giving tips for the Mid-Autumn Festival." She even awkwardly pulled Zhang Shaozhong aside and asked, "Hey kid, what do your parents like? Cigarettes and alcohol? Health supplements? Or... gold?" (The witch's thinking is simple and direct.)

Ling Qingxue became even more silent, spending most of her time in the study. However, Zhang Shaozhong noticed that she had temporarily changed her reading from the Book of Changes to Traditional Chinese Etiquette and The Art of Communication... It seemed that the fairy was trying to tackle this problem theoretically.

Looking at these two usually powerful figures, who were acting as if they were facing a formidable enemy just to meet his ordinary teacher parents, and even showing the shyness and nervousness of little girls, Zhang Shaozhong felt both amused and inexplicably...warm.

He quickly offered suggestions: "I'll take care of the gifts! You just need to show up! Just talk less and smile more! I'll answer whatever my parents ask! You just need to be... good-looking!"

Finally, the Mid-Autumn Festival arrived.

Zhang Shaozhong drove home, carrying two meticulously dressed big shots.

In the back seat, Ye Meier, dressed in a relatively conservative light pink dress, sat upright, constantly adjusting the hem of her dress and her hair, muttering, "Kid, are you sure this outfit is okay? Isn't it too plain? Will your mom think I'm not enthusiastic enough?"

Ling Qingxue, in the passenger seat, wore an elegant sky-blue dress, still possessing that otherworldly air, but her tightly pursed lips and her hands slightly folded on her knees revealed her inner turmoil.

She even refrained from reading, which was unusual for her, and simply watched the scenery rushing past the window.

Looking in the rearview mirror at the two big shots who were so nervous they didn't know where to put their hands, Zhang Shaozhong couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry! My parents are really nice people! They're just ordinary old folks, not that scary!"

Even so, as the car slowly drove into that familiar old neighborhood and stopped in front of his own building, Zhang Shaozhong's palms began to sweat.

The real "test" is about to begin.

He took a deep breath and gave an encouraging smile to the two big shots in the rearview mirror, whose eyes were somewhat unfocused:

"We're here! Let's...go home!"