Chapter 142: Don't Be Afraid, I'll Make You Clean and Beautiful Again

Unlike Feng Yuhuai, who was impervious to reason and possessed an overly cautious, vigilant awareness.

Chang Qingsen clearly belonged to the category of "ideal targets for telecom fraud"; a single simple text message effortlessly breached his defenses, clapping an invisible electronic anklet on him.

"What a good kid, single-handedly saving the struggling, precarious Unicorn once again!"

Feng Mu looked at the confident smile once again blooming on Fifth Senior Brother's face, and his heart grew ever more moved by the bright prospects of the new track Fifth Senior Brother had created.

"In the future, I can find an opportunity to give Fifth Senior Brother a few pointers, to repay his technical support for me," Feng Mu thought to himself; he had always been someone who knew gratitude and repaid kindness.

After Fifth Senior Brother helped install the tracking software onto his phone, Feng Mu returned to the courtyard to continue cultivating his martial arts.

Hong Ya looked at her little junior brother, who had been busy for a while then went and returned, with a startled expression; her face stiffened slightly, for she had thought little junior brother had already finished training for the night.

She had been preparing to stop and beautifully binge-watch a drama before bed.

Unexpectedly, little junior brother had only taken a brief intermission.

Hong Ya's heart involuntarily tightened; her long hair, which had just been let down, was once again skillfully coiled into a bun, and she immediately followed closely behind little junior brother's steps, continuing to devote herself to cultivation.

Zhao Zhixin gazed solemnly at the scene unfolding before him, and suddenly felt the peanuts were no longer fragrant, their texture becoming tasteless and dull.

He slightly opened his mouth, his lips moving as if he had words on the tip of his tongue that he swallowed back down.

In the end, he chose "out of sight, out of mind," gently turning his head, intending to make an exception and pour himself a cup of Second Senior Sister's wine to taste; but upon turning back, he saw Liu Xie had already downed the gourd wine in one gulp and walked back to her room with a swish of her sleeves.

The courtyard soon emptied out.

Only Feng Mu remained, cultivating his martial arts in self-forgetfulness, with a bun-headed figure behind him yawning, sleepwalking as she also practiced.

Time slowly flowed by.

【Seven Killing Fist·Flesh and Blood Second Stage·Intermediate Proficiency+14】

【Soul Chasing Step·Flesh and Blood Second Stage·Elementary Proficiency+10】

【Forest Finger·Flesh and Blood Second Stage·Elementary Proficiency+20】

【Pig Iron Edibility Increased↑, +3.3%.】

【E Iron Consumption Rate-】

【Today's Settlement Screen as follows:

【Current Consumption Slot 1: Pig Iron (Edibility 35.6/100%, Reserves 2%.)

【Current Consumption Slot 2: 【Yin Sha Nine Nether E Iron (Edibility 5.8%/100%, Reserves 2.2%.)】

Today's "Gacha" still yielded nothing, still a day of average luck.

At 05:30 AM, Feng Mu returned to his room to sleep with a hint of fatigue; Hong Ya didn't remember at all when she had returned to bed, only that she had nightmares all night.

In the dream, she was diligently cultivating martial arts the whole time, as if possessed.

……

4.18 Monday, early morning, a new day began with Upper City's lights turning on punctually.

Chang Qingsen climbed out of his warm bed with sleepy eyes, picked up his phone, and glanced at the text message he had received before bed last night.

——【School Notice】 Your student status information shows an anomaly, requiring re-verification. Please click the link below to complete the operation to avoid affecting your College Entrance Exam qualification registration. 【Link】

Chang Qingsen widened his eyes, his thick long eyebrows raising slightly: "Strange, I clearly filled in my personal data again as required by the link and believed it; how come there was no reply after sending it?"

He muttered to himself very dissatisfied: "Whether the resubmitted data still has omissions, there should at least be a clear response; the people at the Academic Affairs Office really do rough and irresponsible work."

After venting a few complaints, Chang Qingsen got out of bed, nimbly folding his quilt into a neat, sharp-edged block like tofu.

After washing up, he stepped into the restaurant, only to see Mother and Uncle already seated at the table enjoying breakfast.

Chang Qingsen straightened his back, sat properly on the chair, politely greeted Uncle, then asked curiously: "Uncle, how come you came so early today?"

Chang Wei gnawed on a bun, soup splashing everywhere, and replied with muffled voice: "We're all family, relax a bit, don't be so restrained."

Chang Qingsen put down his chopsticks, sat even straighter, and replied respectfully: "Understood, Uncle."

Chang Wei shook his head lightly, waved his hand, looking somewhat helpless: "Alright, eating is the priority."

He paused slightly, then continued: "I heard your mother say you only aim to reach Citizen Grade in the College Entrance Exam and don't plan to continue higher education, but instead want to join the Prison System where I work?"

Chang Qingsen nodded seriously, saying firmly: "Indeed, my bone quality aptitude is not outstanding, and my grades are just barely enough to pass the College Entrance Exam line. Continuing to invest large amounts of energy and money into those lowest-tier higher institutions to barely scrape by is, to me, merely wasting time. I believe it's better to enter society early and find a development path suited to myself."

A trace of approval flashed in Chang Wei's eyes, along with a trace of regret.

Chang Qingsen continued: "After deep consideration, I feel the Prison System where Uncle works is my best starting point. I am filled with strong interest in this field. I believe a prison is not merely a place to detain criminals; it is even more a special and unconventional university that can benefit me for life."

Chang Wei looked at his nephew's unwavering expression and knew further persuasion would be futile.

Moreover, hearing how highly Chang Qingsen evaluated the Prison System, he couldn't help but feel a surge of professional pride.

He laughed heartily, chewing his bun, unconsciously increasing his amplitude, splashing soup on his clothes, which he didn't mind at all.

Chang Qingsen's brows furrowed slightly, yet he did not consciously avoid the soup splashed on his sleeve.

Mother beside them couldn't help but say to Chang Wei upon seeing this: "Your clothes are dirty, take them off, I'll wash them for you."

Chang Wei merely shook his head, finished the bun in two or three bites, casually wiped his mouth, and laughed: "No matter, when I go to work later, there are plenty of prisoners to help me wash clothes. If they don't wash them clean, I'll twist their hands off and teach them how to wash."

Chang Qingsen subconsciously licked the soup from the corner of his mouth, then carefully wiped his mouth with a tissue.

At this, Chang Wei turned to Chang Qingsen and instructed: "Since you've decided, coincidentally, Second Ward recently has establishment quotas; your uncle has some weight in Second Ward District, and I've already submitted your resume through connections; there shouldn't be too big a problem."

He paused, then continued: "However, during this period you must still focus on preparing for the College Entrance Exam. After the exam ends, I'll take you to Second Ward District to officially start work."

Chang Qingsen nodded solemnly in acceptance.

After eating, he shouldered his schoolbag and left; after walking a distance, he turned into a dark alley nearby.

Deep in the alley, inside a broken cardboard box, several kittens only two months old were huddled together.

The mother cat was gone, perhaps already out at the garbage heap searching for food.

Chang Qingsen slowly approached; the kittens sensed the human presence and immediately climbed out of the box vigilantly, shrinking back.

He crouched down, carefully taking out a meat bun wrapped in tissue from his pocket, gently tearing open the dough skin to let the tempting meat fragrance permeate the air.

The kittens first approached cautiously; after confirming this "terrifying two-legged beast" posed no threat, they relaxed their vigilance and began scrambling to bite into the fragrant meat bun.

Chang Qingsen lowered his head, watching the kittens scrambling for food; his gaze was quickly drawn to one with shiny fur, the cleanest of them all.

He suddenly seized the small cat tightly, using its pure white fur to wipe the stubborn oil stain on his sleeve.

However, the stain quickly spread across the sleeve, cat hair clinging to it, and the fur of the struggling kitten also became disheveled, losing its original luster and smoothness.

A flash of deep disappointment crossed Chang Qingsen's eyes, and he murmured softly, "Dirty, not pretty anymore."

After a brief pause, he let out a long sigh, then lowered his head to gently say to the kitten emitting piercing cries, "But, it's all right, don't be afraid, I will make you clean and pretty again."

A quarter of an hour passed.

Cat Mother returned with food in her mouth, quickly noticed the abnormality in the cardboard box, and immediately let out a heart-rending shriek.

Inside the box, a kitten entirely blood-red, without a single stray color, lay quietly there, motionless, even its two opened cat eyes painted red.

Outside the box, several trembling kittens huddled tightly together, their eyes filled with confusion and fear, their mouth corners still bearing unchewed meat bun residue.

And,

In the darkness, a strange eye watched this scene coldly...

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