My game, Orange Flavor, is great!

If it's someone you know, you can use not seeing them as an excuse.

She casually exited the app, then opened the task interface again. Looking at the 65% progress bar, she couldn't help but sigh again.

We can't just sit around and do nothing. This level of completion will only last until the end of the year. Consider today a day off for everyone, but starting tomorrow, we still have to do the tasks.

The mutton soup in the pot started to boil, and an enticing aroma filled the kitchen. Lu Zhao then came to his senses, turned the heat down to a simmer, and let it cook for a while longer.

My phone started vibrating again.

She clicked her tongue impatiently and discovered that it was L sending her a verification message again, which read something like "Guess who I am".

You filthy liar.

Tired of this routine, she replied with those three words without a second thought and then clicked the "reject application" button.

On the other end of the network, the thin woman looked at the message "The other party has refused to add you as a friend" displayed on the screen and the reply from that "stinky liar," and chuckled softly.

She reached out and casually stroked the words on the screen as if they were some precious treasure, her excessively beautiful eyes brimming with laughter.

"When are you planning to join the team?" In front of her, Li Manqiu sat in the coffee shop, frowning as she looked at the woman who was staring at the screen and grinning foolishly.

Si Ling then looked up and waved her phone at her innocently, "But she rejected me."

“Then add more, and clearly state your identity,” Li Manqiu thought of the words she had typed earlier that sounded like a conman’s opening line, and two veins popped out on her forehead. “Don’t say things like that again.”

"Really?" Si Ling tilted her head, seemingly puzzled. "That's how it's done above."

Then I clicked on a video where the male protagonist intimately covered the female protagonist's eyes from behind and whispered in her ear, "Guess who I am."

“Oh, I see,” Si Ling looked at it again, her eyes flashing slightly. “You mean it won’t work through a screen, right? I’ll go find her and do it again.”

Another vein bulged, and Li Manqiu put down her coffee cup. "No, there's no need for that."

She was afraid Lu Zhao would throw the person out.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Don't come any closer!

A bowl of thick, glistening milky-white broth was ladled out, then seasoned with salt and pepper. After a bowl of warm mutton soup, everyone in the room felt instantly cozy.

Wenruo, in particular, seemed unusually blushing, perhaps because she was a little short of oxygen in the enclosed space.

Lu Zhao was really afraid that she would suddenly faint, so he opened the window a crack to keep the air circulating.

"Same as always," Lu Zhao said leisurely after finishing the big pot of mutton soup, "I cooked it, and you choose someone to wash it."

Division of labor is the key, and besides, she really doesn't like washing dishes!

Aside from Lu Zhao who was cooking, Song Lingge who was feeling unwell, and Wen Ruo who had come to visit, Messiah and Xia Zhifei turned to look at each other simultaneously, both of them seeing a spark in each other's eyes.

"Be careful, don't get caught in the crossfire." Lu Zhao suppressed a laugh and tugged at Wen Ruo, who was still standing in the middle of the battle.

The little angel belatedly sat down on the sofa, watching the two people stand up aggressively, and then—

They started playing rock-paper-scissors.

"Rock, paper, scissors! Rock, paper, scissors!"

"No, best two out of three!"

Seeing the young lady throwing a tantrum, Lu Zhao couldn't help but burst out laughing. Then he received two pairs of eyes that turned to him and glared at him angrily.

She quickly raised her hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore!"

Song Lingge, who was standing to the side, covered her mouth and said with a smile, "You guys keep playing rock-paper-scissors, I'm going to my room to rest for a while."

Xia Zhifei then composed himself and immediately stepped forward to support her, "Are you alright? Are you still feeling a little unwell? Do you want me to stay with you?"

After glancing at her thoughtfully, Song Lingge smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

The young lady immediately raised her eyebrows triumphantly, haughtily looking at Messiah, "Then I'll trouble you to wash the dishes. I'm going to keep Sister Song company."

Messiah: "...You're cheating! You're cheating!"

Unfortunately, the young lady who had requested help from outside the venue was far too shameless. She gave a mocking snort and helped Song Lingge into the room.

Seeing Messiah on the verge of tears, Lu Zhao could only pat her on the shoulder and say in a gloating tone, "Keep it up, dishwasher!"

"Aaaaaah, I don't accept this! I clearly won just now!" Messiah went berserk.

Lu Zhao wanted to comfort her, but Wen Ruo, who was sitting next to him, spoke up: "Actually... I can help tidy up too."

As she spoke, she stood up and deftly began to collect the crumbs from the table.

"Uh..." Messiah was clearly stunned for a moment, and quickly went to stop him, "I was just kidding. I always did the dishes when we went out together!"

Wenruo simply smiled at her and said, "It's okay, I'll help you. It'll be faster if the two of us clean up."

Messiah paused, then scratched his face sheepishly, "Well... alright..."

The atmosphere is quite nice.

Lu Zhao watched them pack together with a smile, then stood up and stretched. "I'm giving you two a day off today. Have fun this afternoon. I have some things to do, so I'm heading out now."

"Yoshi, Captain Bye-bye!" Messiah shouted with great enthusiasm.

Wenruo paused for a moment, straightened up, and looked at her: "Sister Lu..."

"Wait for me here. I have something to tell you after I'm done." Lu Zhao smiled and ruffled her hair. He then knocked on the bedroom door to greet Xia Zhifei and the other girl before turning and leaving.

The afternoon snow had gradually stopped, and the ground was wet, with almost no trace of snow remaining.

"This snow is still too light. It would be better if it were like the heavy snowfalls in Northeast China." Lu Zhao looked at the clear sky with some disappointment and muttered to himself. He then hailed a taxi and went straight to the Lou Family Martial Arts School.

She had just finished eating and wasn't in a hurry to move. After greeting Master Lou, she moved a small stool and sat down at the door, watching the students from the outer courtyard practice on the wooden dummy.

In her world, martial arts schools were actually in great decline. Many skilled masters went to work as masseuses to supplement the school's expenses, and there would never be a scene with dozens of students practicing at the same time.

Perhaps it was the emergence of the Spirit Race that greatly increased the sense of crisis among the people of this world, thus promoting the development of various martial arts schools.

Deafening shouts echoed throughout the courtyard. She rested her chin on her hand, watching thoughtfully as they nimbly moved among the wooden dummies.

"Interested in these?" A rough, middle-aged voice sounded from behind.

Lu Zhao turned around and smiled at the building manager, "I don't know how to use this yet."

Lou Zhengfu sat down on the threshold, looking at his students with a gratified expression. "Indeed, although you've learned how to take a beating now, your offensive skills are still a big problem."

"I forgot..." she said, scratching her head sheepishly.

“But the wooden dummy alone won’t solve your problem,” Lou Zhengfu slapped her on the back. “When your senior brothers and sisters arrive later, let them teach you how to attack!”

Lu Zhao was so startled by his slap that she almost couldn't breathe. Her face flushed red, she coughed a few times before asking with considerable surprise, "Senior Sister? Master Lou, you've taken on other female disciples?"

Lou Zhengfu glared at her. "Martial arts have no gender distinction. As long as you have talent or are willing to put in the hard work, I will teach you!"

"Oh really? Hahaha..." She chuckled dryly, feeling that she didn't belong to either of those categories at all. She was only able to be accepted as a disciple because of the original owner's influence.

Let alone her, anyone else who possessed the original body would probably be stronger than her now.

Other transmigrators can become incredibly powerful and accomplish great things right after transmigrating, but she, having been in this body for over a month, still can't fully utilize its abilities.

Embarrassing.

Lou Zhengfu was unaware of her ulterior motives. His expression suddenly changed, and he looked towards the door.

"W-what's wrong?" Lu Zhao noticed his gaze and quickly stood up to ask nervously.

"Heh," Lou Zhengfu chuckled, "your senior brothers and sisters have arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, a van was seen stopping at the entrance in the distance. Under Lu Zhao's tense gaze, several men and women dressed in black sportswear got out of the van.

Lu Zhao subconsciously rubbed his slightly sweaty palms, swallowed, and watched as the group of people walked past the disciples who were practicing and approached them.

Don't come any closer!

The menacing aura, resembling that of a gangster, made her take a step back, inwardly screaming.

Lou Zhengfu looked at the group of people who had stopped in front of him with a radiant smile. Before he could speak, the four people in front of him clasped their hands in unison and called out, "Master!"

Lu Zhao was so startled that he hid behind the door.

Chapter Thirty: Cowardice

Lou Zhengfu laughed heartily and replied in a strong voice, "Alright! Come and meet your new junior sister, Lu..."

He turned around and saw that someone had jumped into the house and was hiding behind the door. He immediately shouted, "Lu Zhao! Come out now!"

“…Oh.” She cautiously took a step forward, suppressing her fear, and stood weakly next to Lou Zhengfu. After a long pause, she greeted them, “Hello, senior brothers and sisters, I…I am Lu Zhao!”

Stay calm. We still have to fight these guys later. If we back down now, we'll really be the ones getting beaten up later!

She kept encouraging herself in her mind, thinking that she had seen a lot of vicious and dangerous spirits in the past month, and the surging tension in her heart gradually dissipated.

However, Lou Zhengfu's words immediately put her on edge again.

"These four are among the most outstanding of all my disciples. There are also two of them who entered the Wushu event at the Olympics. Deng Yue won the silver medal and Li Xiao won the bronze medal."

Two of the four young women stepped forward and smiled at her.

"And these two, in the UFC Men's Lightweight Rankings, Ji Lin is seventh and Qi Fengyu is fifth."

The other two rather robust-looking young men also nodded at her.

Okay, they're all top-tier players.

Lu Zhao secretly pinched her fingers to remind herself not to panic. However, she had never fought against such a professional before. With her rudimentary skills, she would probably be defeated very quickly after entering the arena.

The mutton soup she had for lunch felt churning in her stomach. She forced a smile and bowed slightly to the four people in front of her, saying, "Please, senior brothers and sisters, have mercy."

Don't make her vomit.

She didn't dare say such pathetic things to Lou Zhengfu's face, for fear that the hot-tempered Master Lou would spit on her first.

"Don't be nervous, Junior Sister Lu," one of the short-haired women stepped forward first and patted her shoulder cheerfully. "The fact that Master went to such lengths to find us is enough to prove your talent. Back then, none of us received the same treatment as you."

She could only chuckle and say, "Senior Sister Deng, please stop teasing me. I know my own abilities perfectly well."

Another Li Xiao, who had a ponytail and looked particularly dashing, stepped forward and said, "It's alright, it's just a friendly spar anyway. Senior brother, let's warm up first."

Ji Lin and Qi Fengyu nodded to her, gave her a friendly look, and then walked straight into the inner training ground.

Lu Zhao stood still for a while before taking a step to go in, but Lou Zhengfu suddenly pressed down on her shoulder, startling her again.

"Master!" she said with a wry smile. "If you suddenly pat me like that again, I'm afraid my heart won't be able to take the shock."