Full-Time Magister: I Had No Intention of Reaching the Dimensional Throne

Chapter 214 Amnesia, A Celestial Being Descends to Earth

After reviewing documents all afternoon, Bai Mo looked up at the window and suddenly felt sleepy. He turned to Leng Qing beside him and said:

"I'm going to sleep for a while."

After speaking, he lay down on a pair of thighs covered in black knee-high stockings under Leng Qing's indifferent gaze. The rich fragrance wafted into his nose, and he fell asleep within two seconds.

Leng Qing shifted her gaze and looked at Ding Yumin, who was arranging books.

"Take him to his room. The cleanup operation of the Black Vatican in the ancient capital is at a critical juncture, and I need to go out later."

"Be careful." Ding Yumin nodded, got up, and carried Bai Mo into the room in a princess carry.

She lay on the side, silently cultivating. Time passed slowly, and the sounds of the entire city faded. The person next to her stirred, turned over, and then rolled back over.

Ding Yumin finished her cultivation, opened her eyes, and quietly looked at him.

The man's eyebrows twitched, a low rumble came from his empty stomach, and then he opened his eyes.

However, these eyes were somewhat different; they were neither the indifferent and lifeless look he had when he was experiencing side effects, nor the clear and gentle look he usually had.

He was languid, with a touch of indifference; clear-headed, yet somewhat nonchalant.

After a moment of stunned silence, the man subtly shrank back, trying to remain calm. He then surveyed his surroundings before finally fixing his gaze on Ding Yumin, who was standing next to him.

His eyes brightened slightly, his nonchalant expression hardening, and he asked hesitantly,

"Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here?"

"Ding Yumin, your girlfriend, this is a villa in the ancient capital. You'll be staying here."

Upon seeing those eyes that were different from usual and sensing those unusual emotional fluctuations, Ding Yumin knew that this person's side effects had begun.

It looks like amnesia.

The man frowned as soon as he spoke, seemingly wondering why his voice had changed. Upon hearing Ding Yumin's words, he frowned again, this time more pronounced.

"Ding Yumin? Girlfriend?" Bai Mo muttered to himself, then glanced at her, as if talking to himself:

"Are you Ding Yumin, the girl who was in the same class as me at Qingyuan Preschool? How come you're so big? I'm still studying at Qingyuan Elementary School."

"No, that Ding Yumin is as cold and indifferent as a dead person all day long, unlike you. She's not pretty either. But I'm still young. Auntie, no matter how you kidnapped me here, you can't try to take advantage of me just because you can't find a boyfriend."

As Bai Mo spoke, he gazed at the beautiful woman in front of him. She was quite his type, but unfortunately, he was only eight years old and not old enough to do those things.

Then the man continued, "Besides, Auntie, pedophilia is unacceptable. Moreover, I am the son of the head of the Bai family, one of the four major families in Shanghai. If you let me go, I will introduce my brother to you."

"I didn't expect that even though you have amnesia, you still remember me." Ding Yumin showed a bright smile, not caring about being called "Auntie" by him, which stunned Bai Mo, who thought he was an eight-year-old kid.

Before Bai Mo could ask about the amnesia, she asked again:

How old do you think you are now?

"I'm eight years old, and you can't even tell? Auntie, are your eyesight bad?"

Bai Mo gave him a look that said, "You're such a fool," and then sighed, "That's true. Only a cute and handsome boy like me can cure people like you with eye problems."

Ding Yumin curled her lips and pointed to the full-length mirror leaning against the wardrobe, "You're not eight years old anymore. I already told you, you have amnesia. Go look in the mirror."

After she finished speaking, she stared at the person. The person did not show any panic like an eight-year-old child. Upon hearing this, he did not get out of bed, but immediately raised his hand to look her over.

After looking at himself, the person walked to the mirror with an amusing expression.

"Tsk tsk, not bad looking, but not nearly as good-looking as I was when I was a kid. Oh my, he even has abs."

This person stared intently at himself in the mirror, clicking his tongue in disapproval, and even brazenly pulled open his pajamas to peek inside.

"Hehehe~"

He even let out a burst of incomprehensible laughter.

"Hmm~, not bad, not bad. Except for the slight decline in looks, everything else is great. With this face, I can live a life of ease and comfort."

After making an extremely narcissistic comment, under Ding Yumin's gaze, the person casually walked back to the bedside, but instead of lying down, sat on the edge of the bed.

Then he looked at her, scratched his head, and asked, "Are you really my girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Oh, not bad, I have good taste." Bai Mo scratched his head again, and said without any hesitation, "Oh, by the way, do I have any other girlfriends?"

Ding Yumin glanced at the man, but remained silent.

A sudden chill ran down Bai Mo's neck, and he instantly lost interest in the question, abruptly changing the subject.

"How old am I now? What's my cultivation level? Do I have dual cultivation systems?" Before Ding Yumin could speak, this person started muttering to himself again.

"Hmm, you just said we're in the ancient capital. Did I turn into a demon? No, how did I lose my memory? Hey, you're a spiritual mage. Is it really okay for me to believe everything you say?"

Ding Yumin pursed her lips, thinking that this person had been a bit talkative as a child, just like she remembered, so she answered slowly:

"You are 21 now, a high-level mage. I did not use mind magic to influence you, nor are you born with dual elemental magic."

"Hey, I'm already at the advanced level? Not bad."

Bai Mo smacked his lips and suddenly said, "I'm hungry."

"I'll go cook for you." Ding Yumin got up.

After she left, Bai Mo stared at the overhead light for a few seconds, then suddenly closed his eyes. A few minutes later, his whole being became calm and rhythmic.

A few seconds later, he exclaimed in utter astonishment, "All four elements are high-level! Did I cheat?"

No one responded. Bai Mo was not yet used to the feeling of meditation, so he stopped meditating and instead wandered around the room, looking here and there.

"Hmm, it's not my own house."

"Where's the little umbrella? Don't I have one? No way, how useless!"

With a click, Ding Yumin opened the door and saw Bai Mo crawling on the ceiling like a spider, his hands glowing with a faint dark golden light.

"Dinner's ready," she said expressionlessly, but in her heart she was wondering why Lingling hadn't arrived yet, and thankfully, this person hadn't tested her wind magic.

"Oh, coming right away." Bai Mo fell from the ceiling to the ground with a thud, completely unconcerned about his bizarre behavior. He patted non-existent dust off his hands and walked out with Ding Yumin.

As he walked, he said, "The one I used just now was earth-type, right? It was so fun. My earth-type was dark gold; does it have a spirit seed?"

"Yes, use magic sparingly inside the room."

"Oh, then I'll go outside." Bai Mo sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and glanced at the two plates of home-style dishes.

"It looks good. I'll try it and see if it's as good as mine."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice gradually faded, and his languid eyes slowly turned indifferent.

"Are you awake now?"

Bai Mo nodded slowly. His usually emotionless face showed a rare hint of embarrassment, which quickly disappeared. After that, he just found it quite interesting.

He remembers what he said and did while he was in a state of amnesia.

However, it's better to keep this kind of fun to Ding Yumin and Leng Qing. Bai Mo thought about his own childhood attitude, which could be described as a player playing around with life.

He didn't know what shameful things he might do if he were to fall into amnesia again, and if he happened to be a child during that time.

"It tastes very good."

Bai Mo picked up a piece of garlic sprouts and beef tripe with his chopsticks, then glanced at Ding Yumin, completely unconcerned about embarrassing himself in front of her, and simply asked, "When will Lingling arrive?"

"Probably tomorrow."

Ding Yumin quietly observed his expression. She had seen that slight embarrassment just now. Perhaps he was secretly finding the things he had done when he was eight years old quite amusing.

Seeing that he had resumed his indifferent demeanor, a sly glint flashed in Ding Yumin's eyes. "I recorded everything that just happened."

???

Bai Mo paused, momentarily having the thought of killing Suan Qiu. How could he record such a thing!

Such things should be left in memories, to be recalled when one is old and doesn't remember them clearly, and then one can freely embellish them.

What does it mean to record it?

Bai Mo continued eating, uttering a single sentence without changing his expression: "Really? That's quite interesting. Let me see."

"Kang Kang?"

"have a look!"

Ding Yumin took out her phone, pulled up the video, but instead of handing the phone to him, she waved the screen displaying the bedroom pictures at him.

"I've shown you." After waving the phone, she put it into her smart bracelet.

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He was somewhat grateful for this emotionless state, but why had his Yu Mian become like this?

Bai Mo silently got up, put the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, washed them clean, and tried to convince himself that it was just a beautiful memory.

Don't worry too much about it. After all, the narcissistic guy who's like an idiot, who's been climbing all over the ceiling and secretly spying on his own privacy, was just Bai Mo when he was eight years old.

What does that have to do with him now that he's 21?

It has absolutely nothing to do with us!

Stepping out of the kitchen, Bai Mo glanced at Leng Qing's door, which was open and dark inside.

It seems the ancient capital will not be peaceful tonight.

"The annual plum blossom viewing season at Zhongnan Mountain is about to begin. You're a beautiful girl, aren't you? Do you like plum blossoms? Do you wish to receive the blessings of the spirit of Zhongnan Mountain?"

Bai Mo scrolled through the short video with a blank expression. It was all bad, really boring.

Bai Mo put away his phone, glanced at Lingling who was processing the token and the beast horn information, and did not disturb her.

He raised his hand, and dark golden light gathered, condensing a stone the size of a human head. The stone then began to change in his hand, as he was honing his control over the earth element.

A month passed, and his amnesia only lasted once, which reassured Bai Mo somewhat.

This also put Ding Yumin and the other two, who had been watching him for a month, at ease.

Standing up and stretching his limbs, Bai Mo looked at Lingling and asked, "Where are Qingqing and Yumian?"

"I'm cultivating."

Lingling was texting her best friend Qin Yue when she heard this and immediately replied.

"Let's go out for a walk, I want to drink milk tea."

Lingling's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she immediately smiled. She hadn't had milk tea in a long time either. With her older sister around, even drinking milk tea was subject to her control.

"Let's hurry up and go!"

It was snowing heavily in the ancient capital, covering the entire world in white, a stark contrast to the snow in Shanghai.

A narrow gray path had been worn into the sidewalk of the residential area, with crystal-clear white snow on both sides, creating a clear contrast of light and shadow.

The branches were bent low, as if whispering in one's ear, with cotton bolls growing on them, each leaf distinct.

A chill swept over him. After glancing at Lingling, Bai Mo cast a barrier to keep the cold out.

I ordered four cups of milk tea on the street outside and went to Lingling, who was sitting by the shop window waiting.

But then he saw Lingling staring intently in one direction with a serious expression, and Bai Mo followed her gaze.

It was a small park at the corner of the road, surrounded by iron railings, making it impossible to enter or exit the park from any point.

At this moment, the sun was setting in the west, and the surrounding shadows cut through the world, making that corner very dark. With the eyesight of the high-level mage Bai Mo, he could see two figures separating and merging, twisting and changing in the shadows of the park within the railing.

"Lingling, are you watching a pair of lovebirds?" Bai Mo placed a cup of milk tea she had ordered in front of her and teased her.

"Do you think I'd be interested in those?" Rolling her eyes, Lingling stuck the straw into the cup and pouted.

"But there doesn't seem to be anything special there," Bai Mo said, glancing at the corner again.

Suddenly, a figure appeared outside the dark place, wearing a beret and a casual trench coat, looking quite artistic.

"It's over so quickly." Bai Mo muttered to himself, looking away before the man could look at him, and sat down opposite Lingling.

In her mind, she matched this figure with the person from a month ago.

Mu Feng, an inspector from the Mu family.

Are today's inspectors really going to play these elaborate games?

Seeing that Lingling had also withdrawn her gaze, he knew that Lingling would not rashly pay attention to an inspector, much less observe others doing things they liked in the wild.

What you see is likely just an incomplete ending, while Lingling probably saw the whole thing, which is why she stared at that side with such a serious expression.

"What do you see?" he asked.

"There were two people when they climbed over the fence, and there should have been one more inside, but only one person came out."

Lingling took a sip of her milk tea and said calmly.

"Hmm? What's the big deal? Maybe someone just vanished without a trace and didn't come out of there."

"Do you remember that bead that allowed me to monitor myself and prevent myself from being disturbed by the aura of darkness?"

"Remember."

Bai Mo naturally remembered that Lingling had used it when they were at the Baize Temple in the Dabie Mountains.

"The bead lit up when those two people passed by me."

"It's lit up?" Bai Mo asked thoughtfully. "Do you suspect they're using some kind of evil magic to bewitch people?"

"I don't know, I'll go check later." Lingling shook her head, not making a hasty conclusion right now.

After finishing the milk tea, Bai Mo put the remaining two cups into his spatial bracelet and appeared in the corner park with Lingling.

Although Bai Mo has lost most of his strength, his ability to escape is still not much weaker.

While the combined movement speed of Earth and Wind elements isn't quite as fast as Instantaneous Movement, it's still incredibly fast.

Arriving at this corner of the woods, we found it covered in a thick layer of snow, and there seemed to be nothing there.

But it's clear that the layer of snow is still very fresh, as if it were artificially created. Considering Mu Feng's surname and the Mu family's signature magic, this isn't hard to guess.

"A despicable trick."

With a light chuckle, Bai Mo reached out and stirred up a gust of wind, whipping up a blanket of snow that was swept to one side, revealing the ground buried beneath it.

On the ground, besides the plants that were frozen and mangled by the snow, there was a patch of blood, fresh and covering an area of ​​three meters.

Lingling reached out and picked up the blood from the ground, then smelled it.

"It's human blood; it must be from the person in the park earlier."

As she spoke, she glanced at the ground again and picked up an oval, transparent stone that looked like a cat's eye.

"This is one of the core components of the camera. It seems someone was filming here and was then harmed by those two guys."

"I know that guy. He's an inspector named Mu Feng. He's after your sister."

Bai Mo nodded slightly, then turned to look around. "There are no security cameras around here. Even if someone dies here, we can just claim it was the work of a ghost or a demon."

"No rush. Even if you investigate now, you can't beat them."

That's true. Bai Mo only has one high-level wind element left, and it's equivalent to an ordinary wind element mage without a spirit seed or soul seed.

It's fine for casually beating weaker opponents, but if the Inspector General of the Tribunal gets involved, it might be a tough fight.

Every inspector is at least a high-level mage. Moreover, Mu Feng is a member of the Mu clan, so he must have a spirit seed, not to mention magical artifacts.

Thinking about this, Bai Mo realized that he might need a conventional type of demon-slaying tool.

Lingling tossed the crystalline stone in her hand. "The core component of this camera has recording and auxiliary recording functions. I'll try to find something out of it."

"That's perfect. We've found the evidence; there's no need for me to take action."

"This thing is under strict encryption, so don't get too excited."

I'm not happy.

Bai Mo said expressionlessly.

Back at the villa, Lingling went to work on her own affairs.

Bai Mo himself began his cultivation.

Although the cultivation efficiency of his three dimensional systems is now ridiculously low due to the gray mist, cultivation is something he cannot forget.

The phone kept buzzing and vibrating.

Bai Mo opened his eyes, took it out and looked at it. It was full of New Year's greetings. He was too lazy to read most of them. He would only open the ones that had sent him red envelopes and then reply to them.

I glanced at the time; it was eight o'clock in the morning.

Ding Yumin was still sleeping. Today was the day of that annual Zhongnan Beauty Appreciation event in the ancient capital. Bai Mo believed himself to be the most beautiful person in the world.

This is a holiday I absolutely have to go to.

He skillfully opened the wardrobe, but instead of looking at his usual tomboyish clothes, he opened the ancient costume dress he had bought for Ding Yumin a few days ago, held it up to himself, and then put it on.

After everything was set up, he put on the ancient-style wig that the shop had given him and looked at himself in the mirror.

A graceful figure stood tall and slender, with fair skin, eyebrows as dark as distant mountains, eyes as clear as autumn water, and facial features as sharp as if carved by a knife, looking like a heroic female knight-errant.

Indeed, I am the most beautiful woman in the world.

He was completely unaware that something was wrong with his thoughts at that moment.

After looking him up and down a few more times, he went to the dressing table. He didn't usually wear makeup, but this time he wanted to amaze the world, so he naturally had to put on some makeup.

He picked up the lipstick and applied it in front of the mirror.

No need for anything else, after all, she was naturally beautiful. She got up steadily and pushed the door open to go out.

With a blank expression, he greeted Lingling, who was staring in the living room, "Good morning."

As soon as he uttered the word, he frowned slightly. Why was his voice still so low? Oh no, Zhongnan might stop talking if he continued.

Why are you dressed like that?

Lingling's expression was a bit strange. Looking at Bai Mo's face, which could bring ruin to a country, her understanding was refreshed once again. It turned out that when men dressed as women, they could actually be more beautiful than women.

"I'm going to participate in the Zhongnan Mountain Appreciation event to see if there really is such a thing as the spirit of Zhongnan Mountain."

Bai Mo said without changing his expression.

"But only pretty girls can participate; everyone else can only be spectators." Lingling's expression became even stranger, and at the same time, she had a vague guess in her mind.

"Lingling, although I usually wear men's clothes, I am actually a girl. Have you forgotten?" Bai Mo looked at Lingling with a puzzled expression.

He naturally knew what that beauty appreciation event was like: some people admired flowers, some admired plum blossoms, and some admired both flowers and plum blossoms together; it was just a promotional event for the ancient capital.

He was just there to join in the fun. As a high-level mage, who would dare to mess with him?

"Huh?" Lingling opened her mouth, now certain that Bai Mo's symptoms this time were cognitive shifts. She was about to say that she wanted to take her sister with her when she saw seven wind patterns visibly forming around Bai Mo.

Then, he left the villa with the airflow generated by the gathering of the wind wings and came to the sky outside, where a pair of pale white wings condensed behind him.

In a daze, Lingling thought she had seen a flying goddess.

But finally, she realized what was happening and shouted, "Wait! Sister, Sister Yu Mian, come out quickly!"

Leng Qing had already arrived in the courtyard in front of the villa. She saw Bai Mo flying away, and then she saw that stunningly beautiful woman with an ethereal aura. She was a little stunned, but she recognized her at a glance—it was Bai Mo.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Mo was seen with wind wings flashing behind him, heading southwest.

With a swift movement, although he didn't know what was going on, what he had to do now was to catch up. Bai Mo's current situation clearly wasn't right.

Using the shadows between the buildings, Leng Qing transformed into a shadow bird and chased after Bai Mo.

Ding Yumin also came down from the building at this time. She didn't have any teleportation magic, which was quite inconvenient. After seeing Leng Qing turn into a shadow bird and chase after him, she was still a little relieved, even though she didn't understand what was going on.

Approaching Lingling, she asked, "His side effects have reappeared. What are they this time?"

"A cognitive shift. He realized that he was a woman, and that he had only liked to dress as a man before. Now he was going to participate in a beauty appreciation event in Zhongnan Mountain organized by the ancient capital."

Lingling quickly summarized what had happened, feeling both amused and exasperated. Ding Yumin was also a little stunned. She had actually heard the sound of clothes being put on, but hadn't paid any attention to it. She had gone to bed a little late last night, and that person insisted that emotional fluctuations would help with recovery, so he kept pestering her until midnight.

"Let's chase after them," Ding Yumin said, and hailed a taxi with Lingling outside.

The plum blossoms on Zhongnan Mountain are in full bloom, especially vibrant, with large patches of red that stand out against the backdrop of snow-covered mountains, bringing a touch of fiery warmth to the cold winter.

The practice of appreciating plum blossoms has existed since ancient times, but it was merely a way for people to express their feelings. In Zhongnan, this activity often brought a large influx of people to the ancient capital.

However, in modern times, not everyone is a literary figure, and there are many other things that can be used to express one's feelings. Therefore, appreciating plum blossoms in Zhongnan Mountain has become a way of appreciating beauty.

Many beautiful young women choose to come here to take photos during the peak blooming season of the plum blossoms.

The ancient capital's officials discovered that this could also attract more people to the ancient capital, so they gradually turned this activity into an official one.

The so-called "appreciating beauty in Zhongnan" is nothing more than a large group of beautifully dressed women walking in the plum grove, with professional photographers taking pictures and videos, and even live streaming, which is currently very popular.

This is nothing more than a calling card for the ancient capital, used to lure people to settle down or stay here for a short time.

As for the so-called spirit of Zhongnan Mountain, it has never been seen. It is only mentioned in some legends that if a human can win the favor of Baili Meilin, he will receive Meilin's blessing.

There are many hermits in the Zhongnan region, and there is also a military fortress nearby that faces the Qinling Mountains, so there are not many demons.

That's why people brave the snow every year to come to this desolate wilderness to sit and enjoy themselves like scholars and poets.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~~~~~~"

Snowflakes drifted down in this area, instantly creating a beautiful contrast between the red and white flowers.

Suddenly, a gust of wind picked up, and the entire plum grove was under filming conditions, making entry temporarily prohibited. The guarding mage instantly unleashed a radiant warning and looked toward the source of the wind.

High above, countless snowflakes danced wildly in the wind like flowing ribbons, and amidst this chaotic dance of snow and silver ribbons, a slender and graceful figure, draped only in an ancient dress whiter than snow, swayed in the raging wind and snow.

She stood tall and straight, her long, black hair flowing freely, swaying with the dancing snowflakes and the flowing wind. Her exquisitely beautiful face was as white as jade, her features perfectly sculpted, and there was a pure aura between her brows that could be admired from afar but not touched, as if she were a celestial being descended to earth. She possessed both the approachability of a mortal and the carefree indifference of an immortal. From a distance, she truly looked like a fairy from Mount Guye.

The guardian mage didn't know what others thought, but she was completely stunned, feeling as if she might have met a legendary fairy or the legendary spirit of Zhongnan Mountain.

It felt like I was in a dream.

At this moment, the radiance she released finally reached its peak, layers of golden light breaking through the frost and snow, scattering on the figure with black hair and white clothes, instantly bestowing upon him a layer of divine radiance.

The lotus flower, standing proudly atop the heavens, is so beautiful that it dazzles and captivates the eye.

In the plum grove, the photographers stared blankly at Bai Mo, their professionalism prompting them to bring their own equipment.

So the machine also transmitted this scene.

"Wow!"

"This is so beautiful!"

"After seeing her, who could possibly have room in their heart for another woman?"

"Mom, that's the spirit of Zhongnan Mountain."

"What's the use of being pretty if she doesn't even have breasts?"

Bai Mo slowly descended, riding the whirlwind, watching as everyone's heads changed from looking up to looking straight ahead as he moved.

A figure in white fell to the ground, a gentle breeze swirling around him, brushing away the snowflakes clinging to his dark hair and white robes.

His indifferent yet clear eyes gazed at the stone path leading to the Hundred Mile Plum Forest. He was quite satisfied with the reactions of the crowd. After all, his unparalleled beauty had astonished the world today, which was truly deserved. Thinking of this, he smiled slightly and began to walk forward.

Just then, a mature-looking woman in business attire walked over.

"Is this young lady here for an event? You can choose a photographer specifically for her."

Nodding, Bai Mo couldn't let his still-unperfect voice show. He glanced at the photographers and saw that they were all excited. He then looked away without caring and used his hand to condense a snow plum blossom with wind, which he then threw in front of a young female photographer.

This scene was witnessed by onlookers.

"Wow, so cool! This is the aloof fairy! I love it!"

"This must be a blessing from the spirit of Zhongnan Mountain, right?!"

"Hmm~, I want flowers too."

Among the many guardian mages, a melancholy-faced young man stared greedily at Bai Mo, his eyes sweeping over him with unbridled arrogance, filled with possessiveness and a deeply hidden cruelty.

As for the young female photographer chosen by Bai Mo, she almost fainted from excitement.

"Please come in." The older woman who seemed to be the receptionist smiled slightly when she saw that Bai Mo didn't speak, and then gestured for him to come in.

Bai Mo nodded slightly in response, then strode forward.

He realized that he hadn't made a mistake coming today. The plum blossoms in these mountains were truly a sight to behold, and in this winter season, it seemed that the Zhongnan Mountains had released all the spiritual energy they had accumulated throughout the year.

Walking alone, even breathing feels light and easy.

Gradually, even the photographer who had been trying his best to follow him could no longer keep up.

The higher you go, the fewer plum blossoms there are, but the more vibrant the atmosphere becomes. If any plum blossoms do bloom, they are even more beautiful than those at the foot of the mountain.

There was no road leading to the mountain area leading to the summit, and this area was outside the scope of the official event.

Bai Mo walked through the snow, wanting to see what that sneaky guy behind him was up to!

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Happy Chinese New Year everyone! This is quite a big update today, consider it a New Year's gift. Thank you all for your support. May you all enjoy the passing years and the happiness of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

In addition, during the Spring Festival, I will only update once a day for now, as I am too busy with other matters and do not have the time or energy.

Well, everyone can also spend more time with their families, or go out for a walk and trick their younger siblings into giving them red envelopes (°°)

(End of this chapter)