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Chapter 374 Barbecue Chef, You're Awake! ~ (Please vote with monthly tickets! ~)

These prompts were available as soon as I obtained the Primordial Creation Strategy.

Fang Qingyu was a little flustered at the time.

They were afraid that the activation would start before the prerequisites were met, and that they would end up looking like Chen Wudi, neither human nor ghost.

Surprisingly, the diagrams were quite thoughtful.

Without meeting the prerequisites, Fang Qingyu was directly prohibited from cultivating.

In this way, Fang Qingyu can gradually meet the prerequisites within the third tier.

Now that everyone is asleep, Fang Qingyu is going out to look for part-time jobs.

As for why Fang Qingyu waited until they were asleep before coming out alone...
This is because everyone is now downplaying the concept of invincible magic.

Because in everyone's eyes, Fang Qingyu had no way of cultivating this invincible technique.

Therefore, no one mentioned the invincible technique.

Just as Old Man Hong didn't say it, neither did Jiang Ying.

But all of them knew that Fang Qingyu had obtained an invincible technique.

The group deliberately avoided mentioning it, not wanting Fang Qingyu to focus his time and attention on this invincible technique.

Fang Qingyu was also cooperating with them.

After obtaining the Invincible Technique, not only did no one else mention it, but Fang Qingyu also deliberately downplayed the matter.

That's why I went out alone tonight to look for a part-time job!
To build up the spiritual platform as soon as possible, we can't just kill ghosts and earn skill points.

At the same time, you should also open more secondary professions to improve your main profession and skills, and earn attribute points.

This is the fastest way to advance the Pan Nian attribute to the Ling Tai level.

My gaze finally settled on a small shop on the street.

A simple wooden sign leans against the eaves, swaying slightly in the cold wind.

The sign above, written in rough charcoal pencil, reads: "Seeking barbecue apprentices. Must have fire control skills. Salary negotiable."

The shop door was half-open, and the orange light and the rich aroma of charcoal fire mixed with the smoky scent of oil seeped out from the crack, carrying a lively, smoky atmosphere.

Fang Qingyu pushed open the door and entered.

The door hinges made a slight creaking sound.

The store is not large, with long freezers along the wall, neatly stacked with various processed meat pieces, most of which have strange dark purple or grayish-white textures, clearly not from ordinary livestock.

In the center is a square oven made of some kind of high-temperature resistant metal.

The charcoal fire burned brightly in the furnace, its orange-red glow dancing in the flames.

A sturdy middle-aged man wearing a greasy apron was facing away from the doorway, sweating profusely as he turned over several skewers of sizzling, unidentified animal leg meat, each as thick as a forearm, on the grill. The oil dripped onto the charcoal fire, creating bursts of tiny sparks and an even richer, more fragrant aroma.

"boss."

Fang Qingyu's voice came through the mask and sounded somewhat low.

The middle-aged man turned around abruptly upon hearing the sound, his face showing impatience at being disturbed, and sweat streaming down his dark cheeks.

His gaze swept warily over Fang Qingyu's heavily concealed face.

His brows immediately furrowed: "What's wrong?"

"Taking apprentices?"

Fang Qingyu got straight to the point.

"Correct."

The owner's tone was stern, but his hands didn't stop moving. "It's best if you can control the heat. The stuff we grill here is special, you know what 'dead meat' is? Ordinary charcoal fire isn't strong enough, it won't cook through the tendons, and it's easy to burn."

"And let me make this clear first: the salary isn't high, so don't expect to get rich from this!"

He had clearly encountered many naive young people who thought they could ask for high salaries just because they had some fire-based abilities.

We took precautions in advance.

Fang Qingyu didn't speak, but calmly raised his right hand.

His five fingers were long and slender, covering his combat uniform gloves.

With a slight thought, a tiny orange-red spark suddenly appeared above his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the spark expanded rapidly, like a drop of water thrown into a pot of oil.

call--

A fist-sized, condensed and blazing flame appeared out of thin air, hovering about an inch above his palm.

The flames were not the usual orange-yellow; at their core, a blinding, almost pure white light danced.

Its edges, however, are as stable as solidified amber.

There was not a trace of swaying or overflowing heat.

The air was instantly heated and distorted, producing a faint crackling sound.

The owner froze instantly as he flipped the skewers.

Whether someone is an expert or not can be known the moment they make a move.

He spent most of his life grilling ghost meat.

I've seen quite a few superhumans who can manipulate fire.

But to be able to control the flame so precisely, concentrate the temperature so much, and maintain such a stable shape...
I've never seen it before.

The boss's impatience and suspicion vanished instantly.

"Okay, it's you."

As if afraid that Fang Qingyu would change his mind, he quickly put down the iron rod in his hand, wiped his hands haphazardly on his apron, and said, "The salary is easy to arrange. You can learn first. If you can pick it up quickly, the pay will increase."

The flame in Fang Qingyu's palm extinguished silently, and he nodded: "Okay."

He didn't care at all about the salary.

For the next two hours, Fang Qingyu stood quietly by the oven, his gaze, hidden behind his mask, focused intently on the owner's movements.

Watching him dip a special metal brush into a thick sauce made from a mixture of more than a dozen spices and exotic plant juices.

Brush it evenly onto those tough, lifeless flesh.

Watching him quickly flip the meat when the charcoal fire was at its hottest, using the instant high temperature to lock in the juices, and then patiently grilling it when the fire was a little weaker, allowing the flavors of the spices to penetrate layer by layer.

Watching him use his experience to determine the cooking time required for different parts of the meat and different types of spirits.

They precisely grasped the subtle changes in the heat.

The boss was initially a little nervous, fearing that this talented young man might become impatient.

But it was soon discovered that Fang Qingyu was learning extremely diligently. Although he was a man of few words, he was very humble in his studies.

All the key questions were asked without missing a single one.

He gradually relaxed and became more talkative.

While grilling, he rambled on about his experience in handling different types of stingray meat: "The meat of this deep-sea stingray is tender, but it has a strong fishy smell. You need to add more juice from ice thorn berries to the sauce; that stuff is amazing at removing the fishy smell."

Fang Qingyu listened quietly and wrote down what he said.

The clues from the diagrams quietly emerged after he silently observed and mentally simulated his grilling actions dozens of times.

[The "Barbecue Chef" profession has been detected and is currently being activated (1/100).]

It became.

A slight smile curved the corners of Fang Qingyu's mouth beneath his mask.

The first step of the Long March has been taken.

As the first pale rays of light struggled to tear through the leaden-gray clouds.

When projected onto the cold, steel outline of the Great Wall in the Arctic.

Fang Qingyu was carrying a bulging paper bag.

I pushed open the familiar wooden door to the courtyard.

In the living room, Wei Banmeng, Lu Jiuyuan, and Su Wanqing were sitting around the table.

His face looked tired, and he was yawning.

I slowly drank hot water to refresh myself.

"You're up?" Fang Qingyu walked into the living room and placed the paper bag, which was steaming and smelled of food, on the table. "Eat it while it's hot."

The paper bag contained freshly baked meat-filled flatbreads with golden-brown, crispy crusts.

There were also several cups of steaming hot soy milk in thick paper cups.

The rich aroma instantly dispelled the morning chill and the weariness on everyone's faces.

No one stood on ceremony.

It was common for Fang Qingyu to get up early and bring them breakfast.

No one was surprised.

After everyone finished washing up, they sat around the table, enjoying a hot breakfast, and discussed in hushed tones the key tasks for the construction of Dawn City that day.

The atmosphere was busy yet orderly.

Fang Qingyu also picked up a cup of soy milk, took a sip, and then his gaze habitually swept over the people around the table.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

Her starry eyes narrowed slightly as her gaze swept around the edge of the table.

"Where's Xiao Jiang?"

He put down the paper cup, his voice calm, which instantly silenced the whispers around the table.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

They glanced at each other instinctively.

Wei Banmeng and Lu Jiuyuan exchanged a glance.

A barely perceptible hint of doubt flashed in their eyes.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly, before anyone could say anything more.

He suddenly stood up, took two steps to the top of the stairs, and in a flash, he was already on the second floor.

He walked straight to Jiang Wei's door and curled his fingers.

He gently knocked twice on the door.

Knock. Knock.
The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor.

There was no response from inside the door.

Without further hesitation, Fang Qingyu grasped the doorknob and gently turned it.

The door was pushed open a crack.

The faint morning light streamed in through the corridor windows.

It barely illuminated a small area inside the door.

As soon as Fang Qingyu's gaze entered, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Almost instinctively, he took half a step back.

Extremely fast movements.

He slammed the door shut behind him.

"What's wrong, Aoko?"

Wei Banmeng, Lu Jiuyuan, and Su Wanqing followed at this time.

They happened to witness Fang Qingyu's unusual behavior.

Wei Banmeng immediately asked.

Fang Qingyu, with his back to the door, frowned slightly and said softly, "Xiao Jiang has grown up again."

"???"

All three of them looked completely bewildered.
The scene where Jiang Wei suddenly grew from a little girl into a young woman under the influence of the drought demon's finger is still fresh in my mind.

Now it's grown up again, huh?

"I'll go in and take a look."

Su Wanqing reacted the fastest, stepping forward and gently pushing open the door.

He slipped in sideways.

Wei Banmeng followed closely behind and went inside, gently closing the door behind her.

Only Fang Qingyu and Lu Jiuyuan remained in the corridor.

The atmosphere is a bit solemn.

"Qingzi." Lu Jiuyuan's voice was extremely low.

"Last time, it was after the drought demon made her move. This time, there was no warning. Could it be the drought demon herself?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Did the drought demon secretly do something to Jiang Wei again?
Fang Qingyu slowly shook his head.

That's unlikely, since Old Man Hong is inside the Great Wall, the drought demon can't get in.

Fang Qingyu then paused, his gaze falling on the tightly closed door.

Deep in his eyes lingered a persistent worry.

Compared to what Lao Lu said.

What worried him more was that last time, after Jiang Wei grew up, she said that they were coming soon.

And this time.
Both fell into silence.

Just then, the door was gently pulled open.

Wei Banmeng and Su Wanqing came out.

The two of them remained relatively calm.

"It's alright, his breathing is steady, like he's in a deep sleep."

Wei Banmeng said quickly, her gaze sweeping over Fang Qingyu and Lu Jiuyuan, "Their bodies have fully grown. They look to be around twenty years old."

She paused, as if considering her words, "...almost exactly the same as the drought demon."

Fang Qingyu's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Wei Banmeng continued, "We've changed her clothes. You stay here and wait for her to wake up. I'll take some men to build the city outside."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback, then shook his head: "Wanqing, stay here and keep watch. I'll go out with you."

The news had just reported that a level-one ghost of the Abyss level had violated the unspoken rules and made a move.

Fang Qingyu was the only fourth-tier combatant among their group, and he wouldn't feel at ease if he didn't go out personally.

Listening to Fang Qingyu's words.

Su Wanqing didn't hesitate and immediately agreed.

"Okay, you can go without worry. I'll let you know as soon as I hear any news about Xiao Jiang."

Fang Qingyu nodded upon hearing this.

He looked at Wei Banmeng and Lao Lu and said, "Let's go then."

As he spoke, he quickly went downstairs and took out his phone.

I sent Jiang Wei's information to Old Hong.

The reply appeared almost instantly after the message was sent.

Only three words.

【Do not worry. 】

These three words instantly calmed Fang Qingyu's somewhat chaotic mind.

An old man is stationed inside the Great Wall to oversee things.

Xiao Jiang's safety is not a concern for the time being.

The massive gate of the Arctic Great Wall slowly rose amidst a deafening roar.

The boundless ice field outside the door was revealed.

The cold wind, carrying snow flakes and bone-chilling cold, rushed wildly into the passage.

The wind made people's clothes flutter and almost made them lose their balance.

Fang Qingyu stood at the very front of the group, his combat suit covered in star-studded crystals remaining motionless in the gale.

Behind him were tens of thousands of elite members of the Green Dragon Gang, organized by Liu San, Haozi, and others.

In addition, nearly 10,000 engineering personnel and technical backbones were mobilized by Shen Zhou from Shenlan Heavy Industry.

But without exception.

These 20,000-plus people are all extraordinary individuals!
The dark mass of people resembled a silent, steel torrent.

Carrying various heavy engineering equipment and mountains of supplies, they braved the cold wind and stepped out of the protection zone of the Arctic Great Wall.

The target is the construction site for Dawn City, which was identified yesterday.

Edge of the Arctic Sea.

That dark blue sea area where huge gray-white ice floes float.

Shen Zhou, wrapped in thick polar cold-weather clothing and wearing goggles, followed Fang Qingyu, stumbling along the way.

He was holding a waterproof electronic board in his hand.

The document displayed complex construction drawings. The wind was so strong that he had to shout at the top of his lungs to make his voice reach Fang Qingyu's ears.

"Captain Fang, today's core task is to lay the foundation. When building a city at sea, the foundation is more important than anything else. We plan to deploy the first batch of 'deep-sea anchors' in this relatively stable periglacial area."

"This thing is made of deadly materials. It can be driven into the depths of the seabed like a giant nail, and can withstand tens of thousands of tons of pulling force and the impact of ice. The deployment point needs to be absolutely precise. If the error exceeds half a meter, the entire structure will have problems with stress."

As he shouted, he swiped rapidly across the electronic board, bringing up several coordinate points.

"The first batch of anchors, a total of eighteen base points, has had its coordinates shared with the engineering team! Deployment requires the cooperation of a large hoisting platform. The operation on the ice is extremely difficult. We must ensure absolute safety near the deployment point and prevent any interference from any dangerous elements. Otherwise, a single mistake could result in the destruction of the machine and loss of life."

Wei Banmeng listened intently from the side.

His cool gaze swept over the coordinate distribution diagram on the electronic board.

He quickly calculated the allocation of defensive forces in his mind.

"Don't worry, Supervisor Shen. Leave the safety of the drop-off points to us. We will assign two teams of fifty people to each base point to take turns guarding it, with Captain Fang providing support from the center."

"Good! Good! Thank you, Miss Wei!"

Shen Zhou nodded repeatedly, his fat face turning red from the cold wind, but his eyes were unusually excited.

He turned to Fang Qingyu, his tone resolute and determined.

"Captain Fang, no matter what, we must get these eighteen deep-sea anchors in place today. Once the foundation is solid, we can speed up the modular assembly process!"

Fang Qingyu nodded, his gaze fixed on the distant expanse where gray and dark blue intertwined, his voice calm and unwavering: "Proceed according to plan. I will take care of your safety."

The large group trudged across the ice field for several hours.

We have finally reached the edge of the designated sea area.

The periphery of the ice floes is rugged and uneven, with huge crevasses crisscrossing like scars on the earth. The floating ice floes rise and fall with the waves, crashing and producing a dull roar.

The large-scale engineering equipment brought by DeepBlue Heavy Industry began to roar into action.

Under the control of technicians, the tracked lifting platform slowly moved to the designated position.

The workers, dressed in special cold-weather suits, resembled a swarm of ants.

They busied themselves in a tense but orderly manner on the ice.

Welding, measuring, and securing cables
Fang Qingyu stood alone on a towering ice hill about one kilometer away from the main construction area.

The ice beneath our feet was covered with a thick layer of snow.

The inky black sea stretches into the distance, dotted with huge ice floes.

The cold wind swirled with snowflakes, scraping across my cheeks like knives.

His eyes were slightly closed, not to rest, but to sense the surrounding ice plains and the depths of the sea, with himself as the center.

Within a radius of several kilometers, even the slightest fluctuation.

The breath of life, and even the unusual movements hidden beneath the ice and snow.

Nothing can escape his perception.

"Roar--"

Almost at the very moment the roar of the construction machinery reached its peak.

A sharp screech erupted from the snow below the side of the ice mound.

Dozens of grayish-white shadows pierced through the thick snow, bringing with them a pungent, fishy smell, and pounced on Fang Qingyu atop the ice hill.

These ghostly creatures resemble enlarged icefield hyenas, crawling on all fours.

The long, barbed tongue dripped corrosive sap.

It is the most common canine-toothed predator on the Arctic ice sheet.

Generally second-tier strength.

They pose a significant threat when they appear in large numbers.

Fang Qingyu didn't even open his eyes.

His right hand, covered in star crystals, pressed down casually.

hum!
The air suddenly felt heavy.

A wave of pressure crashed down.

The dozens of Ice Fang Hunters, which had leaped high into the air and were baring their fangs and claws, suddenly froze in mid-air.

It felt like being slammed down by an invisible giant hand.

He couldn't even let out a complete scream.

They burst like punctured balloons.

Dark purple filthy blood mixed with broken internal organs and bone fragments.

The whole process takes less than 10 seconds.

From the moment the ghost of fate erupted, it turned into a pile of filthy ice shards.

But in a breath.

People in the distant construction area were completely unaware that a skirmish had taken place there.

The whole day.

Similar attacks occurred sporadically eight times in different locations.

every time.

Fang Qingyu crushed it instantly in the simplest way.

To minimize the aftermath and disturbance of the battle, and to avoid disturbing the construction work in the distance.

However, just when the midday wind was at its fiercest, and the swirling snowflakes almost obscured the view.

Something unusual crept into the edge of Fang Qingyu's perception.

Fang Qingyu suddenly opened his starry eyes.

It pierced through the swirling snowflakes and precisely locked onto its target.

A piece of white paper, about the size of a palm, was steadily drifting towards the top of the ice hill where he was, against the violent and chaotic cold wind.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly.

He immediately looked around.

However, no titles were seen.

There was no other sign of life in my senses.

This piece of paper seemed to appear out of thin air, yet it found him precisely.

10 meters 5 meters 3 meters
The white paper finally landed gently and skillfully in Fang Qingyu's palm.

Fang Qingyu slowly lowered his head.

His gaze fell on the white paper in his palm.

There is only one line on it.

The ghost wants to assassinate you.

Fang Qingyu looked calmly at him.

His expression remained completely calm.

Is the ghost trying to assassinate him?
This was what he expected.

Since the world-shaking battle of the Fallen Gods in the City of Injustice.

His name was destined to appear in the sights of the higher-ups of the Fate Demon.

Therefore, the ghost of fate would commit assassination.

There were no surprises.

Fang Qingyu was curious: who had told him this news?

This note was clearly sent because they had received accurate information.

And this person is not a member of the Federation.

Otherwise, if the Federation people knew something, Old Man Hong would definitely have reminded him immediately.

Therefore, the person passing the note can only be from the side of the spirit of fate.

As for the Ghost of Fate, he's the only one who can barely be considered human.
seemingly
Only that one?
The sky was completely dark.

It was like thick ink spilled on the ice field.

The biting wind not only did not weaken, but became even more violent, whipping up the snow on the ground and raging wildly.

Only a dozen or so high-powered searchlights temporarily erected near the Dawn City construction site illuminated the perimeter of the ice floes and a small area of ​​nearby sea as bright as day.

The large hoisting platform emitted a muffled thud as its massive robotic arm slowly retracted.

The last one is a dark "anchor" that is fifty meters long and more than ten meters in diameter.

Under the blinding beam of the searchlight, it sank steadily into the dark blue icy sea.

Only the thick cable remained, connecting it to the fixed stakes on the shore.

Wrapped in a thick coat, Shen Zhou stood at the edge of the searchlight's beam, shouting hoarsely into the communicator, his voice torn apart by the wind: "Good! Good! Data transmission normal, anchoring force met, all eighteen, not one missing, brothers! Phase one, done!!!"

The cheers instantly drowned out the roar of the wind and snow.

Everyone's face was filled with a relieved excitement.

The successful deployment of these eighteen anchors signifies that the City of Dawn is on this raging icy sea.

Finally, the first step has been taken.

After shouting, Shen Zhou wiped the liquid that was either sweat or snow water from his frozen, red face. He was panting heavily when he strode over to Fang Qingyu and Wei Banmeng, his face showing a complex expression of exhaustion and elation: "Captain Fang! Miss Wei! Today's mission is complete, but... tonight is crucial."

He pointed to the thick, taut cables on the sea surface, connected to the anchors.

And the newly completed foundation structure on shore, "The newly deployed anchors need time for the fixing system to reach an initial balance with the deep geological stress of the seabed. The quick-setting special concrete that was just poured for the shore foundation structure also needs at least eight hours to initially reach the design strength."

"During this time, any major tremor, shock, or sabotage by the Ghost of Fate could undo all of today's achievements! Tonight, someone must guard this place! Guard it every single moment!"

His gaze fell on Fang Qingyu's face.

Fang Qingyu is the backbone of everyone.

With him around, everyone feels safe.

Looking at the outlines of the cables disappearing into the darkness and waves on the sea, Fang Qingyu said without any hesitation, "Don't worry, I'll stay."

"I'll do it."

Wei Banmeng's cold voice rang out almost simultaneously.

She stood beside Fang Qingyu, meeting his gaze. "Xiao Jiang hasn't woken up yet. Go back and check on her first."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the thousands of elite members of the Green Dragon Gang standing solemnly in the cold wind behind her.

"We're here. As long as it's not a Yuanhai-level expert personally launching a strong attack on the position, we can hold it. If someone of that level comes here, the time it takes to arrive and provide support will be about the same as if you were inside the Great Wall."

Fang Qingyu looked at Wei Banmeng's clear, cold eyes that shone brightly under the searchlight.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Finally, he slowly nodded.

Wei Banmeng's abilities and the strength of the Green Dragon Gang.

He is trustworthy.

"Alright. I'm leaving this to you." He said in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over the Green Dragon Gang's high-ranking members present. "Everyone, follow Captain Wei's orders."

"Yes!"

A unified, low growl in response.

Fang Qingyu didn't delay any longer. He turned around and waved his hand, "Fall back! Return to the city!"

The group of more than 10,000 people regrouped in the biting night wind.

Like the receding tide, they silently and orderly withdrew from this brightly lit iceside construction site.

Following the footprints they had come from, they slowly disappeared into the depths of the dark ice field.

The wind and snow quickly swallowed their figures.

Wei Banmeng stood alone at the edge of the searchlight beam, watching the team disappear into the distance until the last glimmer of light vanished from sight.

The cold wind whipped up her dark hair and the hem of her clothes, outlining her slender yet upright figure.

She slowly turned around, her gaze returning to the churning, inky black Arctic Sea.

And those few cables hidden in the darkness.

His cold face was expressionless.

There was only a desolate, frozen landscape.

"Deploy! Shift duty! All surveillance equipment at full power! Not a single ghost will get close to our anchor point!"

Her order instantly ignited a state of combat readiness throughout the temporary camp.

Warmth inside the Great Wall in the Arctic.

It was like two different worlds from the frigid ice fields outside the city.

Fang Qingyu, Lu Jiuyuan, Liu San, and others properly settled the troops they brought back in the allocated military camp area.

After making sure everyone is settled.

Only then did he drag his tired body back to that secluded little courtyard.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, a warm yellow wall lamp illuminates the living room.

Su Wanqing was wrapped in a thin blanket, curled up on the sofa in the living room, holding a book in her hands.

But clearly, his mind wasn't on the book.

Hearing the door open, she immediately put down her book and stood up: "He's still not awake. His breathing is very steady, like he's in a deep sleep."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

His gaze swept over Lu Jiuyuan and Su Wanqing: "You two go and rest, I'll keep watch."

Upon hearing this, the two said no more and nodded to each other.

He walked towards his room.

The courtyard became completely quiet.

Only the cold wind swept across the eaves outside the window.

Fang Qingyu walked to Jiang Wei's door and gently pushed it open.

The room was dark, with only a faint light coming in from the window.

Fang Qingyu walked quietly to the bedside.

By the dim light, he could see the person on the bed.

Girl, oh wait, no.

At this moment, the young woman was peacefully asleep.

Her long, fiery red hair was spread out on the pristine white pillow.

The last trace of childishness had faded from that face, and its features had become clear and perfect.

Her skin glowed with a luminous sheen in the dim light, her nose was straight and delicate, and her lips had a beautiful shape.

Her sleeping face possessed a beauty that transcended the mundane, making her no different from the drought demon.

Only that familiar feeling between his brows belonged to Jiang Wei.

Only then did Fang Qingyu confirm.

This is still the girl he has protected since childhood.

But she's grown up.

Fang Qingyu slowly sat down on the chair beside the bed.

Just watch her quietly.

Looking at this beautiful sleeping face that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

He reached out and carefully brushed aside a strand of crimson hair that had fallen across her smooth forehead.

I do not know how long it has been.

Fang Qingyu leaned back in the hard chair, his consciousness gradually fading until he drifted off to sleep.

When consciousness returns.

A ticklish sensation came from the tip of my nose.

Fang Qingyu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Suddenly awakened from a light sleep.

Her starry eyes opened, instantly regaining their clarity.

What came into view was a stunningly beautiful face, so close yet radiant with a gentle smile.

Her long, crimson hair, like the finest silk, slid down her shoulders.

The ends of his hair were playfully brushing against the tip of his nose.

Those clear, ruby-like eyes were now filled with the languidness of just waking up and a hint of mischievous laughter.

She stared at him without blinking.

She was still holding a strand of her own hair in her hand, clearly indicating that the prank was her doing.

Seeing Fang Qingyu wake up, her smile deepened.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice, like the gentle flow of a clear spring, was melodious and pleasing to the ear.
"Are you awake?"

(End of this chapter)