Ten minutes later.

Qingqing's flick seemed to open up everyone's meridians, and soon—

"Ah, I won! I won too!"

"...Yes! Another one sorted out!"

"I hit a big one—I'm so awesome!"

"Come down, little Chaochao, look—"

Unfortunately, Chaochao herself was too busy to respond to their joy, and the waves of cheers that occasionally rose around her had nothing to do with her.

Because it seems... that... it's as if only her secret is sealed tightly, as if it's been filled with cement and remains completely still.

It's okay, try again.

It must be because the target she chose before was too difficult.

The supervising teacher hesitated, as if wanting to say something but then stopped: "..."

Full of fighting spirit, Chaochao attempted her fifteenth "bow and arrow" maneuver. She held her breath, narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly, and activated her automatic navigation with her hands and brain. She quickly selected a lucky fruit—hmm, this one is good, not too big or too small, and the height is just right.

The little dumpling nodded silently to herself, holding great expectations in her heart. She slowly exhaled, and three seconds later, the fingers that were pulling the rubber band and pinching the pellet suddenly loosened.

The bullet shot out like a wild horse, with thunderous force and unstoppable momentum!

The above are all scenes imagined by Chaochao herself.

In reality, the projectile reaches its limit at a height of two and a half meters after being released from the bow. After a brief half-second of hovering in the air, it falls to the ground at an almost 90-degree angle, like a cliff.

Beep—

She fell softly and gracefully to the ground a meter in front of Chaochao's little feet, letting out only a weak, mournful cry.

But then came the sound of a certain dumpling's Dao heart shattering.

The scenario where fellow disciples have already reached the Foundation Establishment stage, while the poor little one in the sect is still in the Qi Refining stage, has been brought to life.

Chaochao stared silently at the bullet on the ground: "..."

The instructor, who had been hesitant to speak, remained silent: "..."

Hurry up and think of something else to praise!

"It flew even higher this time."

As it turned out, Chaochao was the one who first pieced together the shattered Dao Heart, then ran forward with small steps to pick up the bullet, muttering to herself:

"Just a little bit higher each time, and you'll definitely make it..."

She'll definitely make sure her dad and brother get to eat lots of fresh wild fruit!

The little Qi Refining stage cultivator with an excellent mindset started practicing the entire process of raising his hand, positioning, drawing his bow, and picking up bullets a hundred times in the bamboo forest.

Leo and Leibao, who had also made some gains, were already resting in the main hall. They all wanted to come over and persuade the diligent Chaochao to give up, but when they saw her unwavering eyes and witnessed her "squatting down to pick up bullets" action, which was almost like a copy and paste, they couldn't help but shut their mouths and back down.

...With this kind of perseverance, Chaochao will definitely succeed! They must believe in her!

Beep.

Beep.

At this point, the evolved version of Chaochao can locate objects by sound and pick up meatballs blindly with a 99% accuracy rate.

Chaochao, whom I casually scooped up from the bushes, finally sensed something was off when I tied her with a rubber band.

Strange, this bouncy texture, even if it's been softened by being dropped... it can't have shrunk, right?

Chaochao's puzzled gaze slowly slid down until it landed steadily on the "bullet" in her hand, which had shrunk considerably.

"Why is it you?"

She blinked her large, dark, and bright eyes, then raised her hand to get closer to the misguided pill bug. From the bug's perspective, a round face that seemed to reach the sky and stand upright suddenly appeared, with eyes twice its size, blotting out the sun, and nearly blowing it away with a single breath.

Who understands house bugs? I've developed megalophobia!

The little giant Chaochao only took a close look before gently moving the insect a little further away.

It wasn't the two she played with on the way back from picking up her dad, nor any other ones.

Yes, it's confirmed, it's an insect I've never seen before.

“Go home. You’re too young to work. Besides, this job isn’t suitable for you.”

While earnestly admonishing the wayward teenagers, Chaochao also sent Xigua Chong No. 18 back the way he came.

Only insects that can be used as bullets are strong and robust.

“If you’re going to do that,” Chaochao paused in her childish voice, thinking of Lingling’s fitness-loving mother, and muttered to herself thoughtfully, “go back and practice more sit-ups and… Curse… Sherlock Holmes?… It would be much better to build up some hard muscles…”

By the time she came to her senses, the pill bug that had been kidnapped by the giant halfway through her journey and threatened to smash her like a ball had already vanished without a trace.

The children and two teachers around her were all looking at her with a complex and shocked expression: "..."

Unaware of the danger, Chaochao deftly picked up the bullet that was just off target. As long as the teacher didn't say to leave, she kept repeating the action, her back view as she skillfully drew the bow was so resolute.

Her fingers loosened.

—Click.

Unsurprisingly.

The little dumpling, who had repeatedly failed but never given up, was about to pick it up when suddenly...

—Rustle.

A plump, emerald-green fruit fell to the ground, its beauty resembling the legendary spiritual fruit that could greatly enhance one's power.

Chaochao's heart was pounding.

"You hit it?!"

Leo, sitting in the front row, jumped up in surprise.

She...she hit it?!

Chaochao stared down at the shiny fruit lying in the grass. Success came so suddenly that she didn't even have time to react.

But it seems to be true!

After finishing digesting, the little dumpling turned around and happily raised its little hand: "Ah, me too—"

But before she could finish shouting the slogan, a row of petrified, dazed little figures appeared, their fingers trembling as they pointed out, "...Chao Chao, you, you look up there..."

What is it on?

A bewildered Chaochao raised her head in response.

Then I met a pair of eyes that weren't unfamiliar to me.

Ten meters above the ground, a beautiful monkey with golden fur perched on a branch, looking down at the sky.

Big eyes meet big eyes, twice as clear.

Is that a tiny person perched on the tree branch?

—Oh, it's a little monkey.

This little monkey looks so kind...

—Oh, isn't that her good friend Monkey, whom she shook hands with at noon?

The blank, bewildered expression quickly faded away like a receding tide.

"ah--"