What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

"For a physical education student like me, going downstairs is quite a difficult task."

Upon hearing this, Jiuge's eyes widened.

No wonder I felt something was off before; it turns out that talented athletes can achieve this level.

"In short, it's best not to go downstairs in such a dangerous way."

"Ah."

An Chen chuckled softly.

Putting down her chopsticks, Jiu Ge picked up An Chen's and her own empty bowls and suddenly stood up.

She smiled at An Chenyan, then turned and walked towards the kitchen with the food in her arms.

The moment An Chen saw Jiu Ge's beautiful smile, he felt his heart suddenly race for a few seconds.

"Wait a minute." He called out to Jiuge instinctively.

"Hmm?" Jiuge turned around and asked in confusion.

"If you don't know how to wash dishes, then don't... If you really want to, I can teach you..."

An Chen thought of the few rice bowls in the kitchen sink that hadn't been rinsed very clean that time.

"..."

Jiuge's face darkened and she fell silent.

She gently placed the bowl on the floor and turned to go to the bathroom.

……

The next day, An Chen got up very early as usual.

While he was washing up and brushing his teeth, Jiu Ge, dressed neatly, followed him in.

"Why are you suddenly willing to come in while I'm washing up?" An Chen was taken aback and couldn't help but ask.

Let's set aside private matters like showering for now, after all these days.

Even when it comes to washing up or washing her face, Jiuge never bothers to do it with Anchen.

Or rather, Jiu Ge used to make it very obvious that she was trying to avoid him.

"Is that not allowed?" Jiuge's hand holding the toothbrush cup froze in mid-air.

“It’s not impossible.” An Chen raised his hand, signaling Jiu Ge to continue.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

Jiuge spat out the mouthwash in small sips and wiped her face with a towel.

"Today, Su Zhi and the others in the association group said they saw something that looks like the thing you're looking for in the fake capital."

"You mean the phantom?"

An Chen showed a slightly surprised expression.

"Yes, it's black, humanoid, gender indiscernible, has eyes and a mouth, and looks a lot like the little black figure from the movie 'Nan Ke'." Jiu Ge added, recalling the contents of the group chat message.

Their descriptions seem to be similar to An Chen's.

"Notify me immediately if there are any new related news."

“Okay.” Jiuge nodded.

Suddenly, she felt a little confused.

"You don't seem very surprised? Nor do you seem very happy?"

“I’m surprised and happy.” An Chen shrugged, his expression turning serious.

"But you just now..."

"You know, I used to be just as aloof as you, which inevitably led to me developing a face that's prone to expressionlessness, just like yours."

"..."

Not knowing how to refute, Jiuge opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat.

"I'm going to cook porridge."

"Um……"

After saying hello to Jiuge, An Chen went to the kitchen.

It was almost 7:20 when the two finished breakfast.

Back in the living room, An Chen tidied up the supplies he needed for the exam.

The exam week officially begins today, and all subjects will be completed in about three days.

"Good luck on your exam," An Chen said, glancing at Jiu Ge standing beside him.

"Mmm." Jiuge pinched the hem of her skirt and nodded obediently.

Chapter 32 is not a monster.

During exam week, most college students become extremely anxious.

Places that are usually deserted often become crowded with students engrossed in their books during this time of day.

All morning, aside from the exam, An Chen spent the rest of the time looking for a quiet spot on campus where there were few people.

Ever since I met Zhang Zhidong, this guy always suddenly shows up at my door during class.

Every time he saw An Chen, he would either be talking about the psychological problems of a certain spirit he had encountered one day and how to help it reincarnate, or he would want to discuss with An Chen how to quickly reform all the evil spirits in the world...

Perhaps because he knew that An Chen had the ability to reform the spirit lords in other regions, Zhang Zhidong's visits to An Chen increased dramatically.

He even simply left his "godson" Mao Mao at Zhang Zhidao's house to study while the house was being cooled down, too lazy to carry him around anymore.

His intuition told him that An Chen was even more capable than he had imagined, and that he could never go wrong by asking An Chen for help when he encountered problems.

“That’s right! Do you think that if the old lady’s son’s congenital heart disease could be cured, the old lady could be reincarnated smoothly?” Zhang Zhidong floated beside An Chen and exclaimed.

“It’s no use telling me this; I don’t know how to cure diseases. I suggest you go to your brother’s dream and have him set up a crowdfunding campaign.”

An Chen looked around and picked up his phone.

Since he had agreed to cooperate with Zhang Zhidong, he would definitely try his best to help if there was anything he could do.

"Or perhaps we could try to find out if the spirit of the ancient physician Hua is still alive. If we do find it, there might still be a chance."

“Not bad! But my brother is very busy right now! Dreams are not scientific and might scare him! Finding an ancient spirit is probably unrealistic. Can’t you go out and make a deal with her tonight? I can give you as much luck as you want.” Zhang Zhidong began to frantically test An Chen’s abilities.

He was a staunch materialist during his lifetime. If he hadn't witnessed these wondrous things with his own eyes after his glorious death, he probably wouldn't have accepted the existence of spirits even now.

Similarly, Zhang Zhidong's inseparable friend Zhang Zhidao must also share the same understanding.

Zhang Zhidong always views those mysterious cases and inexplicable events he encounters in daily life with a scientific perspective.

If you really try to send a dream to Zhang Zhidao, whether he believes it or not is another matter.

If things go wrong, it might drive Zhang Zhidao crazy...

After all, his room would always get inexplicably hot, which was enough to torment a person's body and mind in the middle of summer.

"It's not impossible. If I could save him, I would love to. However, since he's just an ordinary person, even if I transferred all my health-related luck to him at once, he probably wouldn't be able to handle it." An Chen shrugged, looking somewhat helpless.

He greatly admired Zhang Zhidong.

After getting to know him, An Chen did indeed receive a lot of free luck and abilities.

Regardless of whether he helped Zhang Zhidong or not, he would occasionally send his luck to An Chen like cabbage.

They act like nouveau riche, completely disregarding money.

In this respect, he is very grateful to Zhang Zhidong.

However, at the same time, An Chen, like Jiu Ge, also had some difficulty dealing with Zhang Zhidong's personality.

"What if I can't handle it?" Zhang Zhidong slowly floated to the ground.

So far, he has also discovered that it seems only An Chen among the living can withstand these things.

"He'll probably die suddenly."

Trying to defy fate is something you can't force yourself to do.

Even if it doesn't shorten one's own lifespan, it might backfire and harm the other party.

When An Chen was a child, he almost lost his life trying to save an old man who was supposed to die that day.

The old man lingered on for a while, but he was in a coma for a whole week and almost didn't make it out of the ICU.

"I see! That's a real shame!"

Zhang Zhidong sighed regretfully, his expression inexplicably wistful.

"Everyone has their own destiny, and so does the spirit."

An Chen is happy to lend a helping hand whenever possible.

But he usually won't take action when faced with something he knows will be useless.

Anyway, doing anything would mostly be a waste of time...

“However, you could consider looking for a spirit in the pseudo-capital city who was proficient in psychology during their lifetime. Maybe if you talk to the old man, he will understand.” An Chen recalled for a moment and offered a new suggestion.

If I remember correctly, there really are such pseudo-spiritual entities in the capital.

"I see! I understand!" Zhang Zhidong puffed out his chest to show that he understood.

"Well, it's almost time. I have to go take the exam." An Chen lowered his hand from beside his ear and checked the time.

"Great! Good luck on your exam!"

"Thank you."

After a brief farewell, An Chen turned and went to the next examination room.

By the time all the exams for the day were over, it was already very late.

When they got home, Jiuge squatted down on the ground and played with the cat, as always.