Chapter 15: Personal Panel

【Ding! Nico's affection increased by 10%, current affection: 40%, reward: two additional draws!】

“Ah, great!” Nico eagerly snatched the card from the table, squeezed in beside Ye Qingfeng, and shoved a steamed bun into his hand with a pleading smile, “Here, here! Eat more, don’t starve yourself!”

“Nico, you’re squeezing too much!”

Anbi, whose mouth was dripping grease from eating, complained while holding a half-bitten bun.

“Nico, you should eat too, or Anbi will finish it all,” Ye Qingfeng said with a wry laugh as he watched her expression shift instantly, “Don’t forget to pay me my salary!”

Nico shot Anbi a glare, then quickly assured him, “Don’t worry, don’t worry! As long as I get a bite of meat, you’ll get a sip of soup!”

After dinner, in high spirits, Nico waved her hand and gave Anbi and Ye Qingfeng each ten thousand Ding Ni as bonuses.

But the amount Ye Qingfeng received had two extra ten thousand Ding Ni—totaling thirty thousand Ding Ni, a massive sum.

It felt less like a bonus and more like hush money, aimed solely at Billy, who wasn’t even present...

In the afternoon, Ye Qingfeng and Anbi went to see a movie together; afterward, she planned to buy two hamburgers from a fast-food shop to reward herself.

Of course, she invited Ye Qingfeng too, though he declined.

This outing with Anbi... call it a date if you will—gained him a 5% affection boost!

Was it his imagination, or did Anbi’s affection seem to be rising too slowly?

After parting with Anbi, Ye Qingfeng went alone to the mall, intending to buy items he might need, to store in his space backpack for emergencies.

This left him with little of the Ding Ni he’d just received; the remainder he used to buy a few vegetables at the market—but he could still claim reimbursement from Nico, and thinking of that, his mood lifted again.

He truly valued money, but that was before he entered that place; during his three years inside, money had no meaning.

Thus, his desire for wealth was not strong.

That night, Ye Qingfeng successfully claimed reimbursement for a sum of Ding Ni, made a simple dinner, and Billy, who had been absent for days, showed up during mealtime.

Thus ended another ordinary day.

Although Ye Qingfeng had lent Nico three hundred thousand Ding Ni, she knew it only eased the immediate crisis; the next day, she began frantically seeking commissions.

After over a week of completing minor, trivial tasks, fortune finally smiled upon her—she received a commission to return stolen property: a safe stolen by the Red Fang Gang from the research institute a while back.

After discussion among the Rabbit Clan, the mission would be led by the remaining three, while Ye Qingfeng was assigned to drive and transport them.

Just as everyone settled into the car and prepared to depart, Nico suddenly remembered Ye Qingfeng might not have a driver’s license—but whether he did or not didn’t really matter.

Then she found out he couldn’t drive at all; Nico had no choice but to switch seats with him, and before setting off, she glared at him and warned, “Don’t forget to get your license soon!”

On this journey, Nico drove fast—and recklessly...

Ye Qingfeng, sitting in the passenger seat, turned pale; this was brutal for someone prone to motion sickness.

Before she pressed the accelerator, he thought he could endure it; now, his only thought was: let me out of this car!!!

“Nico... sis, let me out...”

“What did you say?!”

Ye Qingfeng’s voice was too weak, and since he’d rolled down the window, the wind drowned it out—Nico didn’t hear him.

That split-second distraction caused a cat to dart in front of the car; Nico yanked the steering wheel sharply, narrowly avoiding disaster.

The car skidded into a sharp turn and came to a stop by the roadside; Nico gasped for breath, hands gripping the wheel, her arms visibly trembling if one looked closely.

“Qingfeng, what did you just say?” Nico forced a weak smile and turned toward the passenger seat—“Huh? Where is he?!”

The car door had opened unnoticed; looking ahead, they saw Ye Qingfeng’s back—he was hunched over a trash bin, vomiting violently, while Anbi crouched beside him, gently patting his back.

“Brother Qingfeng, are you alright?!”

Through this time together, Billy had grown close to Ye Qingfeng—his affection had reached 40%!

By the way, Nico’s affection had risen to 45%, Anbi’s to 35%, and the planned weekend date with Zhu Yuan had been canceled due to overtime—but they still chatted via phone before bed.

Zhu Yuan’s affection remained stuck at 50%...

As for the four new draw chances he’d gained, all rewards were A-rank: his personal attribute panel, a 20% increase in Ether adaptability, and the remaining two were Ding Ni—totaling one million!

Since arriving in this world, Ye Qingfeng noticed his luck had improved significantly—all six draws had yielded at least A-rank rewards; when he later asked the system about draw probabilities, it explained: B-rank 65%, A-rank 33%, S-rank only 2%.

“I’m... much better now...”

After vomiting up everything he’d eaten, Ye Qingfeng finally felt better; he reached into his pocket, pulled out a tissue, and wiped his mouth.

Before departure, Ye Qingfeng hadn’t known he’d be driving—it was decided by the three women, specifically to take care of him.

Before getting in the car, Nico had forcibly dragged him into the driver’s seat—so thoughtful...

After everyone reboarded, Nico drove without sudden braking or jerking this time, allowing Ye Qingfeng to arrive safely at Fourteen Street.

Then Nico told him to watch the car, and confidently led Anbi and Billy off.

In Ye Qingfeng’s view, this assignment was just babysitting a new recruit—worse, they hadn’t even told him what the mission was, using this excuse to sideline him; could the car possibly run off on its own?

“Stay here and don’t wander off.”

Ye Qingfeng, seeing this as the perfect chance to slack off, wouldn’t foolishly wait by the car; he patted the hood and strode off down the street with a light step.

After wandering for only a few minutes, he found a fast-food shop, bought two hamburgers, and sat at a table with a window view of the car, messaging Zhu Yuan.

After chatting for ten minutes, Zhu Yuan went back to work; the two hamburgers were long gone, so he slumped helplessly onto the table.

『System, open personal panel.』

【Ding! Personal panel opened.】

【Name: Ye Qingfeng】

【Gender: Male】

【Age: 19】

【Ether Adaptability: 80%】

【Possessions: 990,000 Ding Ni, ten-cubic-meter space backpack, tissues, playing cards, bread, drinking water, etc.】

【Skills: Close Combat (Expert), Culinary Arts (Expert), Lockpicking (Professional), Learning Ability, Sixth Sense (Hidden), etc.】

(Except driving and combat-related skills, the protagonist possesses most everyday skills.)