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Zhang Yifan leaned against the door and waited a few seconds.

Just like the last time my IQ increased by ten, there was no heat bursting from my spine, no cracking sounds from my joints, and no unusual sensations.

But something seems different, though he can't quite put his finger on it.

He looked down at his hands; they were still the same hands.

I looked up at my face in the entryway mirror, and it was still the same face.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, Shen Zhiyi will be here soon, and I still need to review my English.

He changed into slippers, walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, took out his phone, and saw a new message from Shen Zhiyi: "I'm going out, I'll be there in three minutes."

He put his phone on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, and stared blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Why did Shen Zhiyi's parents suddenly accept him?

We shouldn't be intimidated by his domineering aura just because we chatted with him for a few minutes, right?

Does he have a protagonist's halo?

Most importantly, the system says that these two old people are over ninety years old and have seen countless people.

In reality, the person in question is only in their forties, and parents at this age are most wary of strangers.

How could one possibly develop such a level of approval for a stranger with whom they've only exchanged a few words?

He looked down at his outfit.

Old T-shirts, old sneakers—these don't exactly make him look like the type to impress an elder he's meeting for the first time.

He still doesn't understand what buying Villa No. 1 in Yujingyuan really means.

There have been several versions of rumors about him circulating in the property management industry, but he has never heard of any of them.

The security guard who was fired lost his job because he stopped him. As a result, the security guards in all the upscale residential areas in Jinan became much more polite to taxi drivers. He would have been completely unaware of these things if the driver hadn't told him.

In his own mind, this villa was a reward from the system; he didn't spend a penny of his money, it was free, similar to redeeming points at a supermarket.

He only came twice after getting the keys: once to complete the handover, and once now.

As for the status of this villa in Yujingyuan, its status in Jicheng, and why it had been vacant for two years without anyone daring to touch it, he had no idea.

Therefore, he naturally couldn't understand why the system recognized him after Shen Chuan and Lu Wanqing saw him enter Villa No. 1.

Although the system's lousy mouth can never figure out the timeline, its judgment standards have always been very strict, and it has never gone easy on him.

So what exactly did this couple see in him that made the system think "approval" had been achieved?

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Shen Chuan and Lu Wanqing were walking home.

"What's the background of that young man?"

Shen Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, his brows slightly furrowed, still looking completely puzzled.

"Eighteen years old, the same age as our Yiyi."

I've met wealthy young people before, but I've never seen one as low-key as him.

When I was chatting with him just now, he didn't mention his family background once, nor did he boast about anything. He just listened quietly to me, occasionally chiming in with a comment.

"Alright, alright, you've been nagging about it the whole way."

Lu Wanqing took his arm, her voice tinged with laughter.

"Didn't you just say you were hostile towards him? Why are you praising him now? Are you admiring him or choosing a son-in-law?"

"What do you mean by choosing a son-in-law!"

Shen Chuan immediately put on a stern face.

"I was just praising that young man!"

After all, at this age, he's a young man I admired from the very first meeting.

He thought about it for a moment, then realized his words seemed a bit like protesting too much, so he added:

"Indeed, in terms of qualifications, this young man is more than a match for our Yiyi."

But they are still too young, and they have only met once, so they don't know his character yet.

Most importantly, both of them are about to go to university, and if they're not in the same city, it's practically impossible without special circumstances.

Thinking of this, Shen Chuan felt relieved.

The two turned past a clump of bushes and saw their own front door in the distance.

Then the two of them stopped at the same time.

Shen Zhiyi was coming out of the door, dressed in clean and tidy casual clothes.

Her hair wasn't tied into a casual ponytail as usual; instead, it was draped over her shoulders with slightly curled ends, clearly having been carefully styled.

She saw her parents walking towards her, her steps faltered noticeably, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

But she quickly suppressed the glint in her eye, her expression returning to its usual coldness.

Lu Wanqing looked at her daughter, her gaze sweeping lightly across her face, and asked, "Where are you going so late?"

"I made plans to study English with my classmates," Shen Zhiyi said calmly as always. "It's in the neighborhood, not far."

Shen Chuan and Lu Wanqing exchanged a glance.

They didn't think much of it. Their daughter had never needed anyone to worry about her studies. From a young age, when she said she was going to study, she meant it and never lied.

As for dating? No way!

From childhood to adulthood, my daughter has never had any male friends, not even a male classmate she is close to.

Last year at the parent-teacher conference, the homeroom teacher specifically pulled Lu Wanqing aside and subtly suggested that she pay more attention to her child's social life.

They even secretly discussed whether Yi Yi was not interested in the opposite sex.

Shen Chuan looked at his daughter with loving eyes, his voice soft and gentle: "Go on, be careful. You have an exam tomorrow, come back and rest early."

Shen Zhiyi nodded, said "I understand," and turned to walk deeper into the residential area.

Only after she was out of her parents' sight did she secretly quicken her pace.

Shen Chuan stood at the door, watching his daughter's figure disappear into the shadow of the community's landscape trees, a loving smile still on his lips.

Lu Wanqing suddenly spoke up: "Old Shen, do you think our daughter really went to study?"

Shen Chuan turned his head, looking puzzled.

"When have you ever seen our daughter go out to study with someone else?" Lu Wanqing looked at him, her tone unhurried. "From childhood to adulthood, she has always studied alone. She has never made plans with classmates, nor has she been asked to do so by classmates. She says that studying alone is more efficient and doesn't waste time. Why has she suddenly changed her mind today and wants to go out to study English with someone during the college entrance examination period?"

Shen Chuan thought about it and felt that his wife made sense, but he still subconsciously defended his daughter: "Well... maybe it's just last-minute cramming before the college entrance exam? English does require communication, and it's normal to find a classmate to practice speaking with."

Lu Wanqing didn't respond to that, but instead changed the subject: "Besides, our daughter was wearing makeup when she went out just now."

Shen Chuan's pupils dilated slightly.

He opened his mouth, then asked in a clearly unsure tone, "W-where is she wearing makeup? I can't see it. She looks the same as usual."

Lu Wanqing sighed.

She never had any expectations of her husband's ability to observe women's makeup.

But she still patiently listed them out to him one by one:

"You did your eyebrows, applied lipstick, put on blush, and even put on powder. Can't you tell that this is such obvious light makeup?"

Shen Chuan shook his head in confusion.

He genuinely didn't notice at all.

In his mind, his daughter had always looked the same from childhood to adulthood; she was pretty, but she never cared about dressing up.

Now his wife tells him that their daughter went out with makeup on, and this information is like a pebble thrown into his calm heart lake, creating ripples that grow larger and larger.

He suddenly felt a little panicked, and his voice became a bit hurried: "You... since you figured it out, why didn't you stop her from going out!"

Lu Wanqing shrugged: "Yiyi has grown up and has her own private space."

And I believe Yi Yi won't do anything excessive.

She was sensible from a young age; she knew better than anyone what she should and shouldn't do.

She paused, then added,

"The most important thing is, think about that young man we just met."

He also plans to study with his classmates.

I think that young man is a good match for our Yiyi.

Shen Chuan was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red at a visible speed.

He whirled around to face his wife, his voice suddenly rising eight octaves: "What do you mean 'good'! I absolutely disagree! Yiyi is still a child! How can she be in a relationship!"