Chapter 1

A comprehensive world of domestic daily-life film and television.

The Si-Jiu City.

Room 301, 3rd Floor, Building 17, Xiangcun Garden Residential Complex.

Monday, August 29, 2011.

"Zhengzheng, today is the start of the senior year, time to get up. Your brother has long since gotten up to do his morning exercises. Hurry up and get up, don't make people have to urge you. Wash up and wait to go to school with your brother later, and buy some breakfast on the way..."

Inside the boudoir, a delicate young girl opened her eyes. Listening to her mother's repeated reminders outside, she agreed reluctantly. Once she heard the sound of her mother closing the door and leaving, she buried her head in the quilt and let out a cathartic scream.

"So annoying! He Chen is not my brother!!!"

After venting, she looked up at the sky outside, had no choice but to climb out of bed, quickly wash up, put on her Chunfeng Middle School uniform, put on her schoolbag, and went downstairs. From afar, she saw a group of people gathered under a tall pine tree, pointing and laughing from time to time.

She immediately wore an embarrassed and humiliated expression.

Because she knew what everyone was watching.

Lowering her head, wanting to walk past quickly, she was stopped by someone: "Ruan Liuzheng, He Chen is still practicing his martial arts; aren't you going to wait for him?"

The delicate young girl Ruan Liuzheng looked up and saw the famous top student of Chunfeng Middle School, Qian Sanyi, straddling his mountain bike, stopped at the corner, looking at the jumping figure under the pine tree from afar with a half-smile on his face.

Ruan Liuzheng had no choice. Worried that he, who lived downstairs, would let something slip to her mother about her not waiting for He Chen, she had to walk over and stand side-by-side with him, looking at the boy who was still calmly performing various exaggerated movements under the pine tree while surrounded by the crowd.

Her expression was extremely complicated.

This was a boy with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a heroic spirit. Standing in the morning light, the light he seemed to radiate and the morning sun shining on him complemented each other, making it easy for people to be intoxicated.

But that was on the condition that he didn't do those shameful movements in public.

One moment he would spread his arms backward and circle the pine tree, the next he would stand on one leg, bending over while flapping his hands up and down.

These were already shameful enough, not to mention that the Daoist Emperor Jiajing in the Great Ming Dynasty 1566 had vividly demonstrated these movements, making them even easier to provoke laughter.

However, the boy He Chen didn't care about this at all. He practiced earnestly again and again, finally finishing his morning lesson. As he prepared to conclude his practice, to Ruan Liuzheng's lack of surprise, he recited his opening poem as shamefully as ever.

"Practicing the form to resemble a crane, a thousand scrolls of scripture under the pines. I come to ask the Dao with nothing more to say, clouds in the blue sky, water in the bottle."

"Good!"

This calm and composed demeanor ultimately made the onlookers burst into applause. Whether sincere or just joining in the fun, the clapping was constant.

"He Chen, have some water!" A little girl with glasses wearing a Chunfeng Middle School uniform, after clapping and cheering desperately, handed water to He Chen.

This made Ruan Liuzheng and Qian Sanyi, who were hiding at the corner watching, look rather displeased.

"Thanks." He Chen didn't refuse the little girl's goodwill, naturally took the Wahaha purified water, took a sip, and cast his gaze toward the two watching from afar.

The little girl followed his gaze, saw them, and immediately waved to greet them: "Disciple, Ruan Liuzheng, you guys are here too! Let's go to school together later!"

Facing such a thick-skinned little girl, Ruan Liuzheng and Qian Sanyi were both helpless, but they nodded in agreement, watching together as He Chen put the two stacks of books he had deliberately placed under the pine tree into his schoolbag.

Ruan Liuzheng had complained about this more than once, but He Chen said this was a sense of ritual, that it must fit the opening poem, and that if it could be replicated, it was best to replicate it completely.

Just like how he insisted on not practicing at home, but had to find a pine tree, risking being mocked by outsiders, and insisted on practicing under the pine tree.

He Chen rode his bicycle over.

The little girl also pedaled her short legs, quickly rode her bike to catch up, stopped in front of the two, slapped her whiteboard loudly, and greeted them very loyally: "Ruan Liuzheng, get on, I'll give you a ride!"

"Forget it, Lin Miaomiao, you're struggling enough on your own!" Qian Sanyi complained: "And you want to carry someone?"

"Get on!" He Chen smiled and greeted this foster sister who didn't get along with him very well. Before she could refuse, he reminded her: "Although it's not far from the school here, it's still a few miles."

"Ruan Liuzheng, you don't want to sit?" The little girl Lin Miaomiao, seeing Ruan Liuzheng hesitate, immediately took over: "Otherwise, I'll let you ride my bike, and I'll sit behind He Chen, hehehe, it just so happens I can save some energy too."

"Lin Miaomiao, today is just registration for the start of school, tomorrow is the senior year freshman college entrance exam mobilization meeting. You insist on being called to the principal's office by your parents today, right?" Qian Sanyi reminded her gloomily from the side.

"Ruan Liuzheng and He Chen are foster siblings, so it doesn't matter if they ride like this. If you enter the school like this, believe it or not, the teacher will drag you down at the school gate?"

"What a buzzkill!" Lin Miaomiao knew this was the truth and immediately became dejected.

Ruan Liuzheng finally got on the back seat of He Chen's bike, and the three bicycles rode out of the residential complex one after another, heading toward Chunfeng Middle School.

"Can you stop practicing this? At the very least, don't practice in public?" Ruan Liuzheng sat in the back seat, smelling the masculine scent blowing in her face, couldn't help but tug at the corner of He Chen's clothes, and requested in a low voice.

"Not used to it yet, still feel embarrassed?" He Chen smiled knowingly, then refused decisively as always.

This made the strange emotions that had just risen in Ruan Liuzheng immediately crushed to pieces, making her so angry that she wished she could jump off directly and not sit on this hateful guy's bike anymore.

Practicing this during summer vacation and still practicing after school starts, can the level of embarrassment be the same?

He Chen didn't need to look back to know the current expression and mood of this foster sister who shared neither father nor mother, but he had no reaction to this.

Even if this foster sister had a celebrity face known as the "Little Liu Yifei," she was likely the heroine of some domestic dog-blood TV series.

But compared to Daoist cultivation and immortality, girls only affect the speed of drawing one's sword.

Let alone Little Liu Yifei, even if the real Liu Yifei came and begged him bitterly not to do this, he wouldn't have any changes.

After buying breakfast at a roadside stall and starting to eat, he ignored Ruan Liuzheng's expression and sank his mind into the system panel on his own.

System Name: Quarterly Superpower Refresh System

Host: He Chen

Age: 17 (17/35+)

Autumn 2011 Superpower: Crane Calculation and Tortoise Longevity

Innate Divine Ability: None

That's right!

He Chen is a transmigrator who possesses a system.

He had just transmigrated to this world, which appeared to be a comprehensive world of daily-life domestic urban film and television, less than a month ago.

Through exploration, he knew that this system would refresh a superpower every season. If used properly, this superpower could become an innate divine ability, allowing him to possess this superpower from then on.

Otherwise, it would be refreshed away when the season changed, and he would lose this superpower.

Now, this first superpower, "Crane Calculation and Tortoise Longevity," came with two sets of cultivation techniques: one set of Immortal Crane Technique and one set of Turtle Breathing Technique.

The Immortal Crane Technique happened to be the one practiced by Emperor Jiajing in the Great Ming Dynasty 1566.

Emperor Jiajing looked like a joke and a mental patient when practicing it, but every time He Chen finished practicing it earnestly, the system would show a prompt of "Lifespan +1 day."

The Turtle Breathing Technique was the same; both were Daoist Wudang Qigong.

Practicing one set of Immortal Crane Technique every morning and evening, and practicing one set of Turtle Breathing Technique during lunch breaks and before bed, meant +4 days of lifespan a day.

This kind of lifespan enhancement was worthy of the name of this superpower; practicing it made one as long-lived and healthy as a crane and a tortoise.

Just this alone gave him, who had inherited this originally short-lived body of his predecessor, full motivation, and he didn't care about the strange looks of others at all.

Not to mention that after practicing for a long time, he really practiced something extraordinary.

"Doesn't Aunt Ruan make breakfast for you guys at home?" Lin Miaomiao, who had eaten at home but insisted on waiting for He Chen and the others to go to school together, stood outside and couldn't help asking.

Just after asking, before He Chen and the others could answer, she slapped her forehead: "Oh my, what's wrong with my brain! Aunt Ruan is so beautiful, she must have been a school beauty like Ruan Liuzheng back then, how could she be like the one in our house, cooking in the kitchen."

As soon as these words came out, He Chen's brows furrowed involuntarily.

It wasn't that he thought there was any problem with these words.

What Lin Miaomiao said was the absolute truth.

It might be a bit of a stretch to say Ruan Liuzheng was a school beauty, but Aunt Ruan was 100% a school beauty back then, and even calling her a national-level star would be adding glory to the national-level star.

It's just that beauty fades, and beauties grow old; no matter how peerless the grace, it cannot withstand the ravages of time.

"Miao Fenghua and charming," used to describe an ordinary woman, is a compliment.

Didn't you see the scumbag Richard in iPartment praising Hu Yifei and the others, making them giggle uncontrollably?

But for a beauty who was once peerless, going from peerless to graceful and charming is no less than falling from heaven to the mortal world.

He wasn't furrowing his brows because he was feeling sentimental about the fading of beauty, but because he was uncontrollably triggered by a thread of intense emotion.

The key was that it didn't belong to him, but was a strange emotion left over from his predecessor's body that hadn't completely dissipated.

The reason it hadn't completely dissipated until now was because it was too intense and persistent, to the point of being engraved in the heart; the consciousness had dissipated, but the emotion engraved in the bones had turned into instinct, and could still slightly affect He Chen.

It made him know what was going on, but he still had to work hard to suppress this unspeakable emotion that rolled in his body and mind every time it was triggered.

"Boss, give me a siu mai! Two steamed buns! And another portion of dumplings!"

Lin Miaomiao just said it casually. Watching He Chen eat with such relish, she swallowed her saliva, ignored that she had already eaten breakfast at home, reached out and bought breakfast again, and stuffed it into her mouth.

This scene made Qian Sanyi, who was waiting quietly on the side, shake his head, complaining about this little foodie in his heart.

If it weren't for school, she could keep stuffing things into her mouth to eat.

Two years ago, she could even stuff things into her mouth whenever she had the chance during class.

After eating, the four continued on their way, rode into Chunfeng Middle School, and were just about to go to the bicycle shed when they heard the sound of a horn behind them, accompanied by the roar of an engine.

"Damn!" Lin Miaomiao didn't expect that there would be a car with a roaring engine following closely behind them after entering the campus. She was startled and turned her head to look, her body was unstable, and her short legs couldn't reach the ground, almost falling off the bicycle.

He Chen, who was riding in front, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. With a sudden stop, he reached out his hand backward, seemingly slow but actually fast, directly gripping the handlebars of Lin Miaomiao's bike, firmly stabilizing her bike, which was the only reason she didn't fall.

Ruan Liuzheng got off the bike quickly with a flushed face, one hand protecting her chest and the other supporting Lin Miaomiao, who was still a bit scared.

Everyone turned their heads to look together and saw a very flashy red Ferrari sports car moving slowly. In the driver's seat, a boy wearing a racing suit swept a cold glance at He Chen and the others with a high-and-mighty expression, and then continued to drive forward.