Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Yu Qingtu couldn't help but laugh.

You don't need to recall any related memories; you can see it simply by simulating the reality of the universe.

Qi Zhimu stood quietly behind Ruan Mei, watching the spaceship descend from the sky.

A graceful figure in a white veil, ethereal and otherworldly, emerged from the crowd and walked towards Ruan Mei, without glancing at Qi Zhimu for the moment.

Ruan Meiren and Yu Qingtu sized her up for a moment, then she raised the corners of her mouth slightly and reached out her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Yu Qingtu."

"Is that little guy behind you your son?"

Qi Zhimu: "..."

Ruan Mei's expression remained unchanged: "Student."

After the teacher explained his identity, Qi Zhimu respectfully bowed his head and bowed, his manners impeccable.

"Respected Ms. Yu Qingtu, member of the Genius Club #55, I am Qi Zhimu. It is an honor for me to meet you today."

"Hmm." Yu Qingtu's expression was indifferent, and his tone lacked any kindness.

Seeing her past self, with this temperament and airs, when she first met Qi Zhimu, Yu Qingtu couldn't help but shake her head.

Forget the past.

"Arrogance is the least significant flaw of a genius," Black Tower said, unconcerned.

In her eyes, even just saying "uh-huh" is considered a good thing.

Because once she becomes a genius, she treats strangers like they're invisible, not even deigning to glance at them.

Yu Qingtu's cold attitude towards Qi Zhimu was expected by Ruan Mei, so she didn't take it seriously at all.

He abandoned the idea of ​​having Qi Zhimu lead the way and personally stepped aside to signal.

"Come with me."

Seeing this, Heita couldn't help but curl his lip: "I didn't realize before that Ruan Mei's behavior wasn't typical of protecting her own."

"...I thought it was pretty obvious," Yu Qingtu said honestly.

Back then, when she saw Ruan Mei's subtle facial expressions, she didn't even need to think about it; she knew that the guy cared about Qi Zhimu.

It was that concern that led to the subsequent estrangement.

The teacher who used to protect and care for his students turned into a killer of them after years of no in-depth conversations.

"Perhaps it was because I was too hasty when I first saw this memory, and also because I was prejudiced and selfish."

Black Tower didn't try to justify himself, but instead crossed his arms with great interest.

"Next, you'll be criticizing Ruan Mei, and Zhi Mu will be standing up for her."

As Yu Heita said, arrogance is the norm for geniuses, after all, each one can bring a huge impact to the universe.

Yu Qingtu's appreciation for Ruan Mei does not mean she loves everything about her. The boy who served her at the table the whole time and kept adding wine for her was not there.

When Qi Zhimu was involved, Hei Ta almost choked on the memory of Yu Qingtu.

Now, I can laugh at my own obvious double standards.

They were both geniuses, but she always treated Qi Zhimu like a treasure, even regarding him as an omnipotent being during her youth.

Unlike Yu Qingtu, and even less like Ruan Mei.

Although life in my youth was not as carefree and innocent as childhood sweethearts.

But the fact that they are childhood sweethearts who have mutual feelings for each other is a given, which is one of her greatest advantages.

All I can say is that it's amazing that Qi Zhimu's past memories were sealed away after his reincarnation!

The longer you live, the more difficult it becomes to be moved by emotions and the higher the threshold becomes.

Otherwise, I really don't know how to raise a seemingly young man whose inner soul is that of a weathered old man who has experienced several lifetimes and is deeply influenced by Ruan Mei.

Black Tower shook off his distracting thoughts and turned his gaze back to the simulated universe.

The table was laden with dishes.

Yu Qingtu didn't rush to pick up his chopsticks; he first carefully examined the food for a moment.

To be honest, it's really beautiful.

The steamed fish lying on the plate is covered with shredded ginger and scallions, each shredded to the size of a hair, arranged meticulously.

The sauce flowed down the fish in an arc, and two goji berries were sprinkled on the side, creating a picturesque scene of red and white.

Just looking at it can make you feel good.

The enticing aroma kept wafting into my nose, effortlessly whetting my appetite.

Yu Qingtu picked up the tenderest piece of fish belly and put it in her mouth. After chewing a few times, she looked up at Ruan Mei without saying a word.

Take another bite, and I won't hold back my sharp comments.

"The fish is tender and fresh, but unfortunately you steamed it for about ten seconds too long, which caused the texture to fall short of perfection. Others may not be able to tell, but I can."

Ruan Mei was speechless. How could this person be even more picky than her?

Yu Qingtu then picked up a plate of vibrant green stir-fried vegetables, and frowned again.

"When you blanched them, didn't you put them in the pot before the water was fully boiling?"

Ruan Mei remained silent, and Yu Qingtu, unconcerned, continued speaking to himself:

"If the temperature difference is about ten degrees Celsius, the vegetables will be cooked through, their color will be preserved, and they will look perfect."

"What a pity, the faint smell of raw water is as obvious as rat droppings in soup. It's a failure."

Yu Qingtu picked up the clear soup and took a small sip.

"You must have been distracted when skimming off the foam, only skimming off 99% of it, leaving just a tiny bit left unskimmed."

"The soup was indeed clear and flavorful, but a lingering fishy taste that most people couldn't detect lingered on my tongue. Sigh..."

Yu Qingtu put down the bowl, and the way he looked at Ruan Mei and spoke perfectly illustrated why she was known for her eccentric personality.

"If we take 100 as the benchmark, Ruan Mei, I admit that every dish you made was at a 90-point level."

"But unfortunately, every dish I've tried so far has a small thorn that doesn't prick you, but it's still a bit uncomfortable."

"If I had pushed myself just a little harder and fixed those last few flaws, I definitely wouldn't have been able to find any problems. For now, let's just make do with it."

Ruan Mei's true thoughts were not readily apparent: "Then try these two pastries and give me your feedback afterwards."

"No need to taste it."

Yu Qingtu picked up another piece of fish, swallowed it, and then casually added.

"The pastries were the worst; you could tell from the smell that the ingredients were all mixed up in a mess."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you. It's just that I'm a very picky eater, and I'm wondering if you haven't cooked in a long time?"

"Yes," Ruan Mei readily admitted.

"Then it's not surprising. My problem was that my expectations were too high," Yu Qingtu said, seemingly mocking himself.

"..." Ruan Mei felt speechless.

Setting expectations too high is just an implication that she made unrealistic promises before, isn't it?

but--

She truly had no way to retort.

The issues that Yu Qingtu mentioned are all objective facts; it's just that ordinary people can't taste the difference.

Beside him, Qi Zhimu looked down, appearing perfectly normal.

In reality, the fact that one suffers from a young age means that one's aura cannot escape the eyes of a genius.

Yu Qingtu's lips curled into a playful smile as he said to Ruan Mei, "After dinner, I'd like to rest in the backyard by myself and enjoy the starry sky."

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Ruan Mei asked.

"No need, just prepare a room for me to rest. I can't have any problems with my accommodations, can I?"

"...No, it's already prepared for you. Just contact me if you need anything."

About half an hour later, Yu Qingtu went to the backyard alone and started the timer.

How many minutes can that little guy, whose mind is full of thoughts about his teacher, hold back?

The results came out quickly: in less than ten minutes.

The deliberately lowered footsteps did not escape her ears.

"Come out, little one, what do you want?"

The young man stepped forward calmly and bowed respectfully.

"Dear senior, the teacher is very busy day and night and has no energy to take care of trivial matters such as daily life and diet."

"The poor hospitality today is not the teacher's fault; it is the junior's incompetence that prevents me from even helping the teacher."

Yu Qingtu raised an eyebrow, looking directly at the boy who was standing at a distance that wouldn't offend anyone for the first time.

interesting……

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