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

Ignoring Zhang Zhidong, Jiuge hesitated for a moment before pulling Huaji into her room.

Seeing that the headphones might not work, she could only try to turn the phone volume down.

"This is it. You can listen to it; it's very useful." Jiuge cautiously observed her surroundings before speaking in a low voice.

“This is my secret. I’ve only told you, Spirit. You’re very special,” she added confidently.

This is roughly what it feels like to have the correct password.

Before long, Hua Ji, who had just emerged from Jiu Ge's room, looked as if she had been purified and baptized, her expression as gentle as a spring breeze.

His hair was no longer stuck together, his expression returned to normal, and he did not exhibit any other crazy behavior.

Seeing Hua Ji transformed as if she had been given a new soul, Zhang Zhidong forgot all about EMO.

In just a fraction of a second, he had already perked up.

"Indeed! A miracle!"

Zhang Zhidong was deeply moved as he gave Jiu Ge a thumbs-up, who remained calm and composed.

"No! A miracle!" he corrected himself.

While wandering around the pseudo-capital university, Zhang Zhidong overheard students talking about Jiu Ge as a goddess.

He thought it was a metaphor at the time, but now he realizes it was a description of a fact.

To resolve Hua Ji's psychological issues, Zhang Zhidong was tormented for most of yesterday, resorting to all sorts of methods, from gentle persuasion to harsh words.

Even Mao Mao Tou's attempts to throw a tantrum, act cute, and beg for a hug while trembling all over had no effect.

"Hmph, a piece of cake." Jiuge tossed her hair and revealed a victorious expression.

"I'm Really Not Bad" does have a remarkable effect, but unfortunately the content is too bizarre to be widely promoted and is only suitable for niche tastes.

She suddenly had a new idea: what if Zhang Zhidong sang and danced this song at the Spirit World Clinic? Would that avoid half of the trouble?

Jiuge squeezed her hands together, hesitating whether or not to make the suggestion.

After thinking for a moment, she decided not to bring it up.

Well... how should I put it...?

Hua Ji smiled, looking completely healed.

"I just suddenly figured it out."

She looked at Jiuge with a doting expression.

Hua Ji never imagined that such a beautiful girl could have such an indescribable side.

No one is perfect; everyone has their own secrets.

So, it's probably not a bad thing that her personality is a little strange, right? I'm sure I can be reincarnated in peace soon.

"Hmm..." Jiu Ge felt uneasy being stared at by Hua Ji with that kind of gaze.

Although the other party looks normal now, it is still a spirit after all.

Even after looking at it for a while, it still gave her the creeps.

"Thank you, I'll be going now."

After saying those words, Huaji drifted away toward the window.

When she came to her senses, she realized that the place was indeed too bright and hot, unsuitable for spirits to live in.

A slight chill swept across the ground, revealing several slightly wrinkled spirit coins.

Chapter 60 Listen to Me, I Thank You

Zhang Zhidong picked up the spirit coins, intending to drift away with Hua Ji.

As he was floating upwards, the cold gaze from behind forced him to stop.

No sooner had the prime of youth ended than Jiu Ge began scrutinizing Zhang Zhidong with a cold, appraising gaze.

Zhang Zhidong felt a little uncomfortable after being glared at like that.

With a leap of its short legs, Milk Candy sprinted to Zhang Zhidong's side.

"As expected of a public servant, he didn't give me any time to react. He's willing to sacrifice me, a living person, for the sake of a spirit." Jiuge smiled, resting her chin on her hand, but there was no trace of a smile on her face.

She was angry, but she didn't want to show it.

“That’s right! I’m very sorry!” Zhang Zhidong said in a loud voice.

"However! This was also your boyfriend's idea. He was so worried about you that he wanted to use this normal face-to-face contact, rather than intimidation, to help you accept the spirit," he added.

It is unwise for outsiders to intervene in the conflicts between the young couple.

"You...you mean this was An Chen's idea? Not yours?"

Jiuge's eyes widened, her expression somewhat incredulous.

She wouldn't be surprised if she said the accident was entirely Zhang Zhidong's idea.

Recalling An Chen's words, Zhang Zhidong's face turned serious: "That's right! Didn't he also teach you a method for giving yourself psychological suggestions?"

“Yes.” Jiuge nodded slightly.

After thinking for a while, she raised her head with a shy expression.

"As expected of An Chen! His ideas are so innovative, very impressive."

"..."

Zhang Zhidong fell silent.

......

It was almost evening when An Chen got home.

After changing into slippers, he cautiously glanced at Jiuge, who was petting the cat on the sofa.

"came back?"

Jiuge glanced at him, smiled, and acted as if nothing had happened.

"?"

An Chen was puzzled and couldn't help but become suspicious.

Where is Jiu Ge, who should have looked dejected, had an empty expression, and had red eyes?

Did Zhang Zhidong fail to bring the spirit whose psychological problems he couldn't resolve as promised?

After a moment of surprise, An Chen looked away and walked towards the kitchen.

This is really boring.

Indeed, when it comes to having fun, you shouldn't ask a spirit like Zhang Zhidong, who is bursting with a sense of justice but has absolutely no sense of humor and doesn't know how to joke.

An Chen plans to make rice balls tonight.

After visiting Qin Ye at the mass grave, he suddenly felt a little tired.

Although it seems like I haven't done much, it still feels very tiring.

Perhaps because he knew that the days ahead wouldn't be so ordinary, An Chen felt a sense of urgency in advance.

He's been living too relaxed lately, and he's almost not used to his previous slightly exciting daily life anymore.

Opening the cupboard, An Chen thought that making rice balls was definitely the better option today; stir-frying was too much trouble and required washing several more dishes.

Jiuge may not have eaten dumplings before, so it would be nice to let her try them.

Wash the rice and soak it in water for 20 minutes before cooking.

Add salt, white vinegar, sugar, and sesame oil while it's still hot.

Add a little oil to the water and a few vegetable leaves.

Shape the rice ball by hand, and finally chop the spicy dried fish you bought and put it in.

Once the condiment plate is set out, simply dip the food in plenty of sauce for a perfect meal.

Just as An Chen was about to take the rice balls out, he noticed that Jiu Ge was staring straight at him with both hands gripping the door.

"What's wrong?" After waiting for a while, An Chen couldn't help but ask.

"I was great today." Jiu Ge suddenly said something that didn't fit her usual style, in a cute tone.

"I know you're great." An Chen was full of questions, but his face still had a smile that said, "I understand, I understand."

So what did Jiuge do today?

“I helped Zhang Zhidong today,” Jiu Ge said slowly, her expression slightly complicated as she looked at him.

Although An Chen might indeed, perhaps, possibly really be doing it for her own good?

But there's also a one percent chance that he did it on purpose.

"You've made contact with a spirit?" An Chen's expression darkened.

He felt the speed was a bit too fast.

Jiuge is unlikely to lie. Since she said that, it means she has successfully broken through her limits.

"An Chen, listen to me."

Seeing An Chen deep in thought, Jiu Ge realized that he was starting to worry about her again.

"Hmm, what?"

An Chen walked forward and placed the prepared rice balls on the table.

"Listen to me, thank you."

Jiuge revealed a pure smile behind An Chen.

Neither Jiuge nor Anchen said anything more until all the rice balls were finished.

Jiu Ge found it strange that An Chen remained so calm despite knowing how much she had improved.

It was clearly the other party's idea.