"Miss Yang."
"Um?"
"I need to confess to you."
"Confess what?" Yang Qinglan took a sip of milk.
"I did something I'm sorry for."
Li Qianxia, who was eating a vegetable salad, suddenly held her breath and froze, her knife and fork in her hand.
Yang Qinglan stared at Li Changzhou quietly for a while.
"What did you do to wrong me?" she asked calmly.
"Weren't my attributes locked by the game?"
"Hmm." Yang Qinglan put down her milk glass and picked up a few peas.
"When I practice the Thunderclap Book, my physical fitness improves, and the game immediately pulls me back. But in order to become familiar with the Thunderclap Book and strive to be able to complete the visualization in an instant at the critical moment, I still practice diligently. This is—quite boring, understand?"
boring......
"That's it," Li Qianxia thought. "Boring is the final sign of a failed marriage."
Especially for modern young people, marriages are basically over once they become boring. What they want is a constant stream of novelty and excitement, and to always maintain the passion of first love and first marriage—the only way to do this is to keep changing partners.
Yang Qinglan put the pea in her mouth.
Li Changzhou continued to confess: "So I imagined that I was sitting at a first-grade desk, and the game was my female deskmate. There was a line between us. I would put my elbow over, and the game would push me back. I would put my elbow over again, and the game would push me back again. She couldn't get angry."
Li Qianxia: "?"
"You find amusement in this?" Yang Qinglan ate another pea, "to pass the time when you're bored during your cultivation?"
“Yes!” Li Changzhou straightened his back. “Don’t you think teasing games is fun?”
"Wait!" Li Qianxia couldn't listen anymore. "In this whole process, where exactly did you wrong Qinglan?"
“Next time, imagine the game is about a boy,” Yang Qinglan said.
“Well… two boys can’t play together for that long,” Li Changzhou said.
"Then imagine yourself as a girl."
"...Doesn't this just turn into me actively jumping around in the game?"
Do you think you're playing the game, or being played by the game?
Watching the two of them talk back and forth, Li Qianxia felt that marriage was truly terrifying. Even her thoughts were controlled. Even she herself would occasionally fantasize about things that would make her feel guilty towards her brother, such as her brother giving her all his money.
Sigh, this isn't good either. When I spend money, it feels like I'm spending my own, and what's more! I even have to give money back to my brother!
Li Qianxia picked up half an ear of corn.
The vegetables I bought from the game are now ripening almost every day. We can't even feed all the livestock with them, and even the fish in the lake are eating them.
Last night, when they went to bed, she and Yang Qinglan were still thinking about how to preserve the vegetables.
After finishing the corn, she hesitated for a while: should she eat the eggs or the silverfish?
After thinking for a moment, she picked up a cherry tomato, ate it, and looked around.
A cherry wood dining table sits on a meadow-like plain, sunlight filters through the leaves of a giant tree overhead, a gentle morning breeze blows, butterflies flutter about, and deer occasionally stand at a distance, gazing intently at them.
From here you can also see fences enclosing cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, and rabbits (deer are free-range). At her strong request (free-range deer was also her request), Li Changzhou used stone fences, which are simple and beautiful.
A resort-quality breakfast with stunning views.
The only regret is that my brother and Qinglan didn't have a fight, which made things a little less exciting.
After finishing the tomato, she picked up the egg, tapped it twice, and peeled it with her fingers.
After breakfast, the three left the honey pot world.
Yang Qinglan went back into the store, took a look, and changed her clothes again: a light blue T-shirt and a black high-waisted denim skirt, with the hem of the T-shirt tucked into the skirt.
Elegant and stylish, with her slender waist cinched and her breasts peeking out from under her T-shirt like ripe peaches, adding a touch of sexiness.
Li Qianxia also changed her clothes, wearing a white knitted short-sleeved top and slim-fit jeans. In her own words, this outfit was both innocent and alluring, and with the youthful vibe of her ponytail, it was simply the ultimate campus outfit, reminiscent of Li Changzhou in the game of value.
Hobby
Two words: Violation!
Of course, this was just Li Qianxia's self-praise; at least Li Changzhou thought Yang Qinglan was the one who broke the rules.
He was filled with affection, but every time he saw her, it turned into burning desire, and he wished he could hold her in his arms. This shows that Yang Qinglan was the ultimate in campus fashion.
Li Qianxia believes she lost because of blood ties; otherwise, Li Changzhou would have been her devoted follower long ago.
While discussing who was the best, the three of them arrived at school and began their day's classes.
Now, class is not a class, but a time for reflection.
During cultivation, one should bury oneself in diligent practice without thinking, focusing entirely on the task, and not asking about anything else. But now, one should reflect without practicing at all, allowing the mind to settle. As Confucius said, "Learning without thinking is futile" (Yang Qinglan's words).
This is also the time to gather intelligence on forums—the honeypot world has no internet.
The first class for the brother and sister today was Property Law. They sat in the corner of the classroom, and Li Qianxia whispered to her older brother, asking him for tips on the "Thunderclap Book".
Their perception is 5 points and 7 points respectively, far exceeding the average person's 2 points. They can openly attend classes and chat by speaking in the faintest voice.
"How far can you go?" Li Changzhou asked her.
“Last night in Ming En Hall, I was able to visualize dark clouds, but I was afraid when it thundered.”
"I'll punch you a couple of times later, you'll get used to the shock." As he spoke, Li Changzhou remembered something; he seemed to have promised to let Yang Qinglan practice close combat.
Melee combat offers a lot of room for skillful maneuvering! It absolutely must be taught thoroughly!
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