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The morning sun shines on the entrance of an elementary school in Beijing.

The cars dropping off children formed a long line, and the cacophony of horns and parents' words of advice blended together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Refrigerated trucks bearing the words "Special Supply for National Nutrition Meals" drove into the campus.

There was no ribbon-cutting ceremony.

There were no reporters.

It wasn't even mentioned once on the school's public address system.

However, at lunchtime that day, each child's plate had an extra box of milk in extremely simple packaging.

The box is white.

Only one line of small print: [Student-only - Morning Dew Milk].

"Huh? There's milk today?"

A chubby little boy grabbed a milk, inserted a straw, and took a big gulp.

"Smack smack..."

He frowned.

"The taste is a bit bland."

"It's not like the milk I used to drink; it's not sweet at all."

The students next to them also took a bite, and most of them showed expressions of disgust.

In this era of rampant saccharin and additives, this extremely pure liquid, which is even bland due to being diluted a hundred million times, is clearly not going to win the hearts of children.

"It doesn't taste good, throw it away."

A few mischievous boys casually threw the unfinished milk into the trash can.

The white liquid flowed out and seeped into the ground.

They didn't know.

What they just threw away was "divine blood," a priceless treasure that could drive scientists around the world crazy.

That evening, the parents' group chat exploded.

"What kind of lousy milk did the school give out? My child came home saying it tasted like plain water!"

"Exactly! I tried a sip too, and it's terribly watery! Isn't this just a rip-off?"

"Did someone take kickbacks? Did they replace good milk with diluted, fake milk?"

"Investigate! This must be thoroughly investigated! Playing with children's health is utterly inhumane!"

The questioning was like a spark that fell into a dry haystack, instantly igniting a raging fire.

Then, fueled by certain individuals with ulterior motives, those influential public figures, like sharks smelling blood, began a frenzied attack.

Even worse, in order to gain views, some people actually poured boxes of precious "Chenxi Milk" down the drain in front of everyone during a live stream, cursing that it was "industrial wastewater" as they poured it.

……

Base 001, Command Center.

On the big screen, a video was playing of the influencer pouring milk into the toilet. The white liquid swirled as it was flushed away, stinging the eyes of everyone present.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the solid wood conference table was nearly shattered by Li Guobang's slap.

The old general was so angry that he trembled all over, his face turned ashen, and his chest heaved violently.

"These bastards! Bastards!!"

"How long has it been since the Shennong-1 incident?! Huh? How long has it been!"

Li Guobang pointed at the screen, his fingers trembling, a sign of extreme anger and disillusionment.

"It was the same last time. They started cursing and throwing things before they even understood the situation! Later, when they found out the truth, they all cried and apologized, saying that the country has a hard time."

"And now? You've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed, haven't you?!"

"The country went to such lengths, even using divine artifacts of that caliber, to obtain this little health-boosting treasure for the children. And what do they do? They complain it has no taste? No sweetness? They just flush it down the toilet?!"

"These ungrateful wretches! They never learn their lesson!"

Li Guobang was truly enraged.

He could tolerate it before, thinking that ignorance is no excuse.

But after experiencing a crisis of trust, these people still chose to make malicious speculations about the country at the first opportunity, which made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness and anger.

"Old Li, calm down."

Chen Xi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with his back to everyone.

His voice was no longer as calm as before, but rather carried a chilling coldness, like ice.

He turned around and looked at the vicious comments on the screen, the last trace of warmth in his eyes vanishing.

"You're right," Chen Xi said coldly.

"I thought that people would become stronger and more trusting after going through life-or-death trials."

"It seems I overestimated them."

Chen Xi walked to the table, picked up the box of Morning Sunshine milk that had been sent back for testing, and casually threw it into the trash can.

The action was swift and decisive.

"Since they think it's garbage, then so be it."

"Chen Xi, you mean..." Li Guobang felt a chill run down his spine as he looked into Chen Xi's icy gaze.

"Stop it."

Chen Xi uttered two words, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Notify the Ministry of Education to immediately cease all free distribution of 'Morning Milk'."

"Withdraw everything. Not a single box is allowed."

Li Guobang was taken aback: "But...those children are innocent..."

"A child's understanding comes from their parents. If the parents are foolish, the child has to pay the price; that's cause and effect."

Chen Xi interrupted Li Guobang, his tone stern.

"This time, I'm not going to be as lenient as I was last time, waiting for them to regret it."

"That's a trampling of our hard work."

"Issue a notice."

A ruthless glint flashed in Chen Xi's eyes.

"Given the negative social reaction and widespread parental resistance, the government, respecting public opinion, has decided to permanently cancel the mandatory rationing of Morning Dew milk."

"Want a drink? Sure."

"Change to an application system."

"First, parents must sign the 'Voluntary Drinking and Liability Waiver Agreement' with their real names, acknowledging that they will bear all consequences arising from the taste issue."

"Second, establish a points-based system. Those who have previously criticized or rejected milk online will have their credit scores reset to zero and will be ineligible to apply for services for three years."

Third, supplies are limited daily and must be obtained through a lottery system.

Li Guobang listened to these almost harsh regulations and took a deep breath.

This is hardly a welfare distribution.

This is clearly a punishment!

But this time he didn't object; instead, he felt incredibly relieved.

"Okay! Let's do it this way!"

Li Guobang nodded firmly, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"These people are just shameless bastards! They'll take advantage of any kindness shown to them and then turn on them by demanding more! If we don't teach them a lesson, they'll really think the country owes them something!"

"This time, we must make them fill out this application form on their knees!"

"Execute immediately!"

……

As a series of instructions were issued, the refrigerated trucks that had been heading into various campuses turned around and drove away amidst the astonished gazes of all the teachers and students.

There was no explanation.

There was no attempt to persuade them to stay.

All that remained was a cold, aloof figure and a notice posted at the school gate titled "Notice Regarding the Cessation of Morning Milk Supply".

Arrogance will eventually come at a price.

After dealing with matters in the mortal realm, Chen Xi, still feeling the chill, opened the chat group that had been vibrating incessantly.

The God of Literature is complaining furiously in the group chat.

[Wenquxingjun]: @Newcomer reporting in, please protect me, the knowledge in the mortal world is too difficult!

[Wenqu Xingjun]: I spent three days and three nights calculating that Riemann Hypothesis, and my divine essence was about to crack!

[Wenquxingjun]: This is a question that no human could possibly answer!

Chen Xi looked at the screen and tapped her fingers lightly.

This is the true meaning of a dimensional reduction attack.

Psychological warfare against the gods.

[Newcomer reporting in, seeking protection]: Lord Xing, this is a bit...

[Newcomer reporting in, seeking protection]: To be honest, this question in our mortal world is only at the beginner level of elementary school Olympiad.

[God of Literature]: Nonsense! How could that be?!

[Newcomer reporting in, seeking protection]: Seriously. If you don't try harder...

Chen Xi sent a sighing emoji.

[Newcomer reporting in, seeking protection]: I'm afraid she's not even as good as an elementary school student.

Inside the Wenqu Palace.

Wenquxingjun looked at the screen, as if struck by lightning.

"Not even as good as an elementary school student..."

These words were like a sharp knife, piercing the pride of this god of wisdom.

"impossible!"

"How could this Star Lord lose to a mere mortal cub?!"

With a roar, the God of Literature instantly invigorated his previously listless spirit.

He grabbed a handful of "Nine-Turn Licorice Pills" (genuine) and stuffed them into his mouth like candy.

"Again!"

"I refuse to believe it!"

Seeing that Wenquxingjun (a popular online figure) had fallen silent again in the group (because he had gone to practice his math problems), Chen Xi smiled.

Deceiving both sides.

They can profit from both ends.

This is what a qualified middleman should be.