My wife is a witch princess.

"You want to try and break up the fight?"

“You said that,” Xia Li said slowly, “that in this game, when a player dies, their equipment will drop.”

"……so?"

Xia Li turned around and crept towards the direction of the gunshots. "After they finish shooting, I can pick up the rest."

Good heavens, the mantis stalks the cicada unaware of the oriole behind, but there might be another oriole behind the oriole. Look behind you!

Before she finished speaking, Xia Li on the screen had already quietly crept to the window of a two-story building. Through the glass, she could see two corpses inside, and a player checking their loot.

Xia Li squatted under the window, motionless.

She is waiting.

The players inside lowered their guard and began carelessly stuffing things into their backpacks.

Just as he turned his back to the window—

Four consecutive gunshots rang out.

The game's sound effects included the muffled groan of a character falling to the ground.

A kill notification pops up in the center of the screen.

Xia Li's fighting style was indeed bold. Song Che felt that Xia Li was fighting as if this were a forbidden country's battlefield. She was brave and resourceful, showing the same style as His Highness back then.

"There's a bulletproof vest, a helmet, and a gun..."

Song Che's voice was a little unsteady, "Xia Li, who did you learn that from just now?"

"You taught me that." Xia Li said matter-of-factly while stuffing things into her backpack. "Back when we were at war with the Forbidden Kingdom, local assassins came to kill me. Didn't you say something about 'luring the tiger away from the mountain,' 'the mantis stalks the cicada unaware of the oriole behind,' or 'the wolf in front feigns sleep' to lure the enemy? You told me to put on a fake body and wait for the assassin to show up so I could ambush him, just like he was checking supplies and I am attacking him."

Song Che remembered.

However, back then, Xia Li's own strength was too great, so even if the assassin attacked her from behind, he couldn't kill her.

After looting the bag, Xia Li was completely upgraded – she now had level 2 armor, a level 3 helmet, a fully equipped gun, and a backpack stuffed full. Her current gear far exceeded the scope of "running and attacking with a knife".

"What do we do now?" Xia Li asked. "Continue searching, or evacuate?"

Song Che glanced at the time; only ten minutes had passed in the game. "You can try going to the 'hotspot' areas on the map. There are more high-level resources there, but also more people."

"Okay." Xia Li nodded and moved her character toward the center of the map.

Over the next twenty minutes, Song Che witnessed what "witch-like game understanding" truly meant.

Xia Li never confronts things head-on.

She uses the terrain, strategic angles, and sound to determine the enemy's location and status. She is extremely patient, able to crouch in a corner for several minutes, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to ambush.

After all that, it turns out Xia Li was the most insidious potato mine.

However, it's also possible that the first game will be against bots, making it easier.

She took down two more players, both by striking when the opponents were in a weakened state after looting or fighting.

When Xia Li finally found an evacuation point and successfully exited the game with a backpack full of loot, Song Che glanced at the settlement screen—a single game profit of 300,000 game coins.

For a newbie entering a live match for the first time, this record is terrifying.

"How was it?" Xia Li turned to look at him, her blue eyes unusually flashing with a light that seemed to be asking for praise.

“…Amazing.” Song Che said sincerely.

Xia Li's lips curled up slightly, by a single pixel.

Song Che praised her... and she wasn't proud at all.

She looked at the warehouse interface on the computer screen, where her newly brought-back spoils were neatly piled up.

“These…” she pointed to the virtual items, “can they be exchanged for how much money?”

Song Che estimated: "If we sell it at the in-game market price and convert it to RMB... it would probably be around twenty or thirty yuan."

The light in Xia Li's eyes dimmed for a moment.

"I thought if I couldn't get 200,000, I could at least get 20,000."

"That's already a lot!" Song Che quickly explained, "Many newbies are lucky if they don't lose money in one night of running knives. Besides, you can run multiple instances of this game, and the efficiency will be even higher once you get used to it."

Xia Li pondered for a few seconds, then nodded: "Then I'll practice more. Once I'm proficient, I can earn more."

Her tone was calm, but Song Che could hear the unwavering determination within it. Just like when she was working tirelessly for days on end to master a high-level incantation.

"Xia Li," Song Che suddenly asked, "Are you really so eager to make money just for... the bride price and the house?"

Xia Li's hand stopped on the mouse.

She didn't answer immediately, but remained silent for a while, her gaze falling on the virtual items on the screen.

Not entirely.

Xia Li had her own thoughts, but she didn't plan to tell Song Che.

Having spent a lot of time with Song Che, she had picked up some of his witty banter and started speaking in a half-truthful tone, saying things like, "I'll make money to help you go to school because I can't go to school myself. You can teach me when you finish your studies."

“You’ve already taken good care of me.” Song Che reached out and ruffled her hair—a gesture he hadn’t done in a long time. “Cooking, cleaning, and now you want to earn money. Your Highness, you’re much better than you think…”

The world is quite peaceful, with little fighting or killing involved. Xia Li has been trying to take initiative, but she still hasn't adjusted to the tense environment of Hit. However, it's alright; it's only been a month, and there's plenty of time later.

A strange feeling rose in Xia Li's heart. She felt this way when Song Che touched her hair, and it was the same when they kissed.

My face felt a little hot.

The night outside the window was already deep.

Bruce was snoring softly as he slept on Xia Li's lap, while Tao Yao curled up asleep at her feet. The only sounds in the living room were the low hum of the computer fan and the looping background music from the game.

"Let's call it a day." Song Che glanced at the time. "Playing games for too long is bad for your eyes."

"Okay." Xia Li exited the game and turned off the computer.

The two packed their things, washed up, and said goodnight to each other.

Xia Li carried the thick math workbook back to her room—she said she wanted to look at it for a while before bed.

Although Song Che told her that she had to learn elementary and middle school knowledge before she could study high school.

Song Che lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

The worries about the future are still there, but they no longer feel as heavy and suffocating as before. Perhaps Xia Li is right—cherish the present, do what you can do now, and leave the rest to time.

He suddenly remembered something, picked up his phone, and sent a message to Jiang Shuo:

"Let's invite Zhang Hanyu to play games this weekend. Xia Li is an FPS genius."

A few seconds later, Jiang Shuo replied with a string of question marks, followed by a sentence:

"Brother Che, are you serious? Taking your wife to play Delta Force? Isn't that a game that makes people want to quit?"

"What are you afraid of? You'll be on vacation after the exams next week. Xia Li will take you flying then."

Song Che smiled and didn't explain further.

He turned off the light and closed his eyes in the darkness.

……

"Damn it, it's another lucid dream."

The familiar twilight suddenly filled Song Che with dread, and he immediately ran to the bedroom in his dream to see Xia Li.

She is committing suicide.

The new kitchen knife I'm using this time still has the label on it.

Chapter 87 Did You Hurt Yourself When You Fell? (1 words)

Song Che was startled awake in the middle of the night. He took a breath and tried to go back to sleep, but he kept having lucid dreams. He sorted through the dreams he was having. In the first dream, someone killed all four of them with a kitchen knife. In the second dream, Xia Li took him out to play. In the third dream, Xia Li killed him with a kitchen knife. It seems he has a grudge against kitchen knives.

As expected, dreams are illogical.

Before, I either didn't dream at all, or my dreams were full of questions, but at least they weren't nightmares.

After being startled awake countless times, Song Che decided not to go back to sleep.

Let's turn on the lights and study.

……

"Good morning, Xia Li."

Good morning, you don't look too well.

"Yeah, I didn't sleep well. I guess I've been under a lot of stress lately." Song Che shook his head. "I have a week off, so I'll get some rest during that time."

"Is it almost Chinese New Year?"

"Yeah, for high school seniors, the holiday is like Chinese New Year." Song Che was a little sleepy, but also very energetic. He was in a strange state, wanting to sleep but unable to.

What should I do if I keep having nightmares?

Song Che wasn't particularly afraid of dead people, but he was afraid when someone close to him died; he always felt it was a bad omen.

After buying breakfast downstairs, Song Che came back upstairs to see Xia Li sketching and tinkering with her potion theory. Song Che was used to it; after all, they couldn't make potions here, as long as it wasn't like last time when she boiled her phone in a pot in an attempt to make a splitting potion.

...There's no need to worry.

Xia Li has read a lot of safety knowledge.

It's also clear that electrical appliances can explode.

Song Che ignored it and continued studying.

He always studies hard during school hours and never studies during holidays. High school seniors don't have many holidays, only around the Lunar New Year. After the Lunar New Year, it's the second semester of senior year, the 100-day countdown rally, and then preparation for the college entrance examination.

If I go to a local school, I can be closer to my parents, and I can rent a place to support Xia Li.

Song Che planned to start working on the orphanage matter as soon as he finished his exams. In the meantime, he would first test whether Tao Yao's illusion magic would work. If it did, he would forge Xia Li's identity, obtain a normal identity, and then have his parents go to the orphanage to complete some adoption procedures. Song Che was not familiar with the procedures. It seemed that one needed to have the ability to raise a child to adopt. Moreover, Tao Xiang had run away from the orphanage. Could that orphanage be illegitimate?

After thinking it over, Song Che tentatively set a time.

Let's continue reviewing English.

If I write the potion formula again, my English teacher will really get angry.