What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

It's warm, and hasn't gotten cold yet.

"You sent it out, right? The application form for the association." Jiuge turned her head to confirm.

“Yes, I sent it the day after you gave it to me,” An Chen replied after thinking for a moment.

After wandering around the neighborhood for ages, Zhang finally arrived at the building where he knew he was.

Jiuge stopped at the door and suddenly looked at An Chen awkwardly.

"What's wrong?" An Chen noticed that Jiu Ge had stopped moving, so he stopped as well.

"It's dark and there's no one around, do you want to kiss me?" Jiuge blinked and whispered.

“It is possible, but…” An Chen looked a little hesitant.

“We’ve been kissing less lately. I’m not afraid of the cold; I like the thrill.” Jiu Ge clenched her fist, her eyes widening.

“That’s not what I meant,” An Chen sighed.

"What is that? You don't like me anymore? You've changed your mind?" Jiuge's expression suddenly changed.

“No, you might not have noticed… ever since you started talking about making friends, a familiar spirit?… has been following you.” An Chen paused and said.

"Ugh... Do I feel hot and feverish?" Jiuge's shoulders trembled.

Even though she didn't quite believe it, she still turned back.

Then, Hua Ji's face came into Jiu Ge's view.

"Aww!!!" Jiuge cried out and suddenly hugged An Chen.

It really is a spirit!

“…” An Chen didn’t speak.

He discovered that as time went on, Jiuge had indeed become bolder and bolder.

In the past, Jiuge would have just let out a "woo-ee" and her eyes would well up with tears, terrified.

In severe cases, they may even become stiff and motionless, turning into puppets.

"Sorry I scared you. Can we be friends?" Hua Ji was very hurt when she saw Jiu Ge's reaction.

Through her teary eyes, she stared at the two people in front of her, her composure beginning to crumble again.

“It is possible…but…” Jiuge exhaled.

She released An Chen and straightened her body.

"But? But what? I'm sorry!!!!! I went too far. How can such a terrible spirit like me be worthy of making friends with a living person, especially a living person like Jiu Ge! I only deserve to hear 'I'm really not bad,' and take 'I'm really not bad' as Jiu Ge's only favor to me!" Hua Ji grabbed her hair and fell to the ground with a thud.

“No…” Jiuge’s lips moved a few times.

Looking at the familiar yet bizarre and frightening scene before her, she was somewhat speechless.

“…” An Chen yawned and shook his head.

"What do you mean I'm not... Oh right, I'm not even worthy to listen to that song! I'm not alive, not alive, not alive, not!!!!" Hua Ji screamed desperately, rolling on the ground.

"I mean, yes... but I hope you won't be so humble. We can be equals." Jiuge swallowed hard and finally said what she wanted to say.

She felt that the current blooming season was like a fish struggling and jumping on a chopping board.

It's... kind of scary...

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Hua Ji stopped rolling on the ground.

She carefully stood up and looked at Jiuge with a pitiful expression.

"Okay, and don't scare me normally," Jiuge added.

"I'm so sorry!!!!!!!!! I scared you!!! I'm so sorry!!!! I don't deserve to be your friend!!!" Hua Ji shouted as she drifted away into the distance.

Chapter 271 Drinking this improved my physical development (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)

It's true that mental resilience can be improved through practice.

Jiuge, who was stunned in place, was surprised to discover this.

If it were me in the past, I probably would have lost my soul long ago in this situation.

"I think I've become bolder." She touched her face, her expression turning to surprise.

“Yes, it has indeed grown bigger. Actually, the essence of spirits isn’t scary. Everyone has lived, and death and becoming a spirit are just inevitable processes at the end of life. As for evil spirits and such, those are all accidents.” An Chen ruffled Jiu Ge’s hair, agreeing with this view.

“Mm.” Jiuge nodded.

That makes perfect sense.

Human society also has killers and psychopaths.

“Like Hua Ji, she developed extreme inferiority complex while she was alive, which is why she is like this now.” An Chen took Jiu Ge’s hand again and led her into the building.

“Yes, so she needs long-term comfort from a spirit like Zhang Zhidong,” Jiuge concluded.

"Ah...yes, yes, yes." An Chen paused for a moment, then nodded.

He suddenly felt a little sorry for Zhang Zhidong.

Issues like those related to teenage years... are probably best resolved by professionals or the family of origin.

Zhang knows he lives on the twelfth floor.

After pressing the elevator button, An Chen noticed that Jiu Ge's gaze was fixed on the advertising screen inside the elevator.

"After drinking this, I feel more energetic, have more hair, and my physical development has improved."

The woman on the screen is holding a can of milk, looking blissfully content.

"...Why are you looking at this?" An Chen asked, puzzled.

"I'll just take a look," Jiuge replied expressionlessly.

"You want to buy this?" An Chen pressed.

"I'll just take a look," Jiuge repeated her answer.

"We've arrived at the twelfth floor."

As the notification sound rang, An Chen pulled Jiu Ge out of the elevator.

Jiuge was still looking back.

“I really like your figure right now,” An Chen said gently, poking Jiu Ge’s forehead.

"Really? You don't like super big breasts?" Jiuge quickly turned around.

"I don't like it," An Chen replied instantly.

"Really?" Jiuge's eyes widened, and she licked her lips.

“Really.” An Chen nodded.

Upon hearing this, Jiuge's expression relaxed.

The door to room 1204, where Zhang Zhidao lives, is covered with various promotional slogans.

There were even banners with cartoon-style police portraits hanging on both sides.

With just a glance down the hallway, An Chen and Jiu Ge were able to locate his residence.

"I think the effect of putting this up for Chinese New Year is comparable to putting up Guan Gong," An Chen said with a laugh as he rang the doorbell.

"Is that so? Then we'll ask Zhang Zhidao for one." Jiuge looked at the banner thoughtfully, seemingly lost in thought.

“I was just kidding…” An Chen sighed.

"..." Jiuge remained silent.

Thirty seconds later, the knight finally opened the door.

"Excuse me, Officer Zhang was taking a shower just now, and I was washing dishes in the kitchen." Knight opened the door, his tone apologetic.

"It's alright, Uncle Knight." Jiuge nodded, indicating that she understood.

"Have you two become so comfortable with each other?"

Following the knight inside, An Chen saw the sofa and sat down.

Seeing this, Jiuge also sat down.

Unlike the ornate entrance, Zhang Zhidao's home was simply furnished.

The items were placed exactly the same way as when An Chen first arrived at the apartment.

TV, sofa, dining table, cabinets...

Aside from the basics, there were no other decorations.

"It's alright. I stay at Officer Zhang's house every day, and I feel guilty if I don't do something," the knight said with an embarrassed smile.

He scratched his head and ran to pour water.

"Bang bang bang."

"Bang bang bang."

"boom!"

A loud "bang" rang out, and Zhang Zhidao walked out of the bathroom in his pajamas.

"Hello, why didn't you tell me beforehand?" The moment he saw An Chen and Jiu Ge, his first instinct was to go back to his room to get his police uniform.

"Just wear casual clothes." An Chen saw through Zhang Zhidao's intention in a second.

Hearing An Chen say that, Zhang Zhidao chuckled a few times.

He took a chair and sat down next to the two of them.

The knight returned with two cups of hot water.

One glass of water in his hand was hot, and the other was lukewarm.

The hot drink is for An Chen, and the warm drink is for Jiu Ge.

"Thank you, Uncle Knight." Jiuge took the water glass and drank it all in one gulp.