Months before, he was just an average scroll-dog, even getting lost in the Crack Realm, forgetting where his home was, but now, he had already completed a journey that might take other apprentices five or six years.

With the Heavenly Artisan's imagination and thinking already set in stone, the Ghost Artisan couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of monster Ye Xian was trying to catalyze?

But... what the hell did that have to do with me?

Anyway, it's just the master's command, and I'm just a ball that's here to watch the fun.

The days are looking up~

By the time Ji Jue came out of the workshop, groggy and disoriented, and returned to the living room, it was already afternoon.

He looked around, and after he realized that the professor was not around, he let out a sigh of relief and tiptoed toward the kitchen and the fridge, but after taking a couple of steps, he suddenly came to his senses.

Times have changed!

Instantly, his confidence surged, and he turned around, strutting towards the sofa with a step that acknowledged no kin, and perched in his senior sister's favorite spot with a wicked smile, he bellowed:

"Ye Chun!"

Hurried footsteps came from the study, and a familiar face appeared with a strained, sweet smile, "I'm here, what do you need?"

"I'm tired."

Ji Jue spread out his arms without any politeness, draping them over the armrest.

Ye Chun immediately came over enthusiastically and began to rub his shoulders.

After only a moment, Ji Jue couldn't help frowning. It was nowhere near as good as the massages from the Zhang Family, but one had to make do with what one had.

He said, "I'm thirsty."

A cold cola was promptly served, "Here, drink."

"What's this?" Ji Jue immediately got furious when he saw the label, "Sugar-free? Even a dog wouldn't drink this! Don't fool me with this junk... Never mind, bring over the chips!"

The grinding of teeth could be heard.

Ye Chun stepped towards the snack cart, pushing it in front of Ji Jue for him to pick and choose. Then, that finger swept back and forth, settling on the last bag of his favorite spicy stewed beef flavor chips that Ye Chun had specifically saved!

"Forget it, let's go for something light, I'll just eat these."

Ye Chun felt like his eyes were about to crack.

You damn Ji...

Ji Jue was eating her chips, sitting on her sofa, watching her TV, and unapologetically glanced up, "Steamed buns? Are you not holding silverware?"

"No, not at all."

Ye Chun struggled to maintain a smiley face, "It's the good fortune of these worthless chips to be chosen by you."

"Is that so? Then they are really fortunate."

Ji Jue crunched loudly, propping up his leg, relishing this hard-earned wonderful experience: "So, little Chun, how's the thesis coming along?"

"Thanks to your blessings, the first draft is already complete."

"Ah, you see, young people are too hasty; no need to rush. You still have to polish and hone it," Ji Jue shook his head with a sigh, "A slow worker does the finest work."

Amid the frenzied twitching at the corner of her eye, Ye Chun gritted her teeth and replied, "You... are right."

"Alright, I'm hungry now."

Ji Jue waved his hand, nonchalantly saying, "You, go fry me a couple dishes, less oil and salt."

Crack!

The sound of knuckles grinding against each other.

Ye Chun's little hands nearly crushed the snack cart handle, seriously considering whether or not to bust Ji Jue's head open, when, once again, she heard a weak cough.

"Cough, cough, cough, those dark injuries from the other day, still not healed yet."

Ji Jue sighed, heartfelt, touching his chest: "It's okay, don't worry, after all, that's life. Pity me, a second-rate apprentice who suffered jealousy and persecution from a first-born senior sister just because I tried too hard.

In a simple outsourcing task, not only was I targeted by a sniper rifle, I was left with a dark injury that would plague me for life. When I closed my eyes, I found myself reborn the day before. I swear, this life, I will live for myself, never to be manipulated again.

Tonight, come to the workshop, DM me $50, listen to my revenge plan, and then look for my new thesis proposal report..."

Hardened! Rock-hard!

The fist was completely clenched!

So the damn thing isn't satisfied with just getting a bargain, huh!

Been performing since the night you got back and still going on without a break!

Sitting on my couch, watching my TV, eating my chips, criticizing my cola, laughing at my paper, and also planning to open a new paper... This feud is unspeakable!

In this rage, Ye Chun's fighting spirit surged, skyrocketed, and exploded, and she even spontaneously came up with a move called Strong Hand Skull Splitting.

At this moment, looking at Ji Jue's head, all she wanted to do was crack open his skull and see if the inside was as dark as his heart!

But Ji Jue looked all innocent, pitifully gazing at her.

In those widened eyes, there seemed to be a misty layer.

Like tear shine.

You damn...

"..."

Ye Chun closed her eyes, took a deep breath.

Before her teeth completely shattered in frustration, she stiffly turned and headed towards the kitchen.

Not because she was soft-hearted or guilty; that guilt had been persecuted away by this bastard long ago. She just knew that if she threw a punch, Ji Jue would surely lay on the ground yowling for a long while...

Forget it, forget it, Ye Chun, just hold back, hold back a bit longer.

Sooner or later, he'll slip up and fall into her hands!

And then, she, Yezhe Zhicun, would pay back thousandfold!

Slap!

A bowl of steaming ready-made drenching noodles landed on the table in front of Ji Jue, the noodles floating in broken oily broth like defying death, and a mountain of chili piled up, staining the soup a sanguine red akin to Ji Jue's blood.

"Eat this, it's my flesh. Drink this, it's my blood."

Ye Chun's pupils were pitch black, devoid of warmth, "If you dare to leave even a single bite today, you won't see tomorrow in this lifetime!"

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