At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

A stuffy nose can be very anxiety-inducing. The brain will immediately issue a clearing command, requiring the obstruction in front of it to be cleared, otherwise it will be impossible to breathe.

and so……

Su Che hummed in agreement.

Without warning, something in front of me was pushed forward with force!

"Hey!"

With a thud, the thing was pushed over and fell flat on its face, dazed and confused, letting out a cry of pain.

However, amidst the cries of pain, there was also a hint of enjoyment.

Su Che thought he could finally get a good night's sleep.

Less than three seconds later, his face was covered by something again.

This only made him feel more upset and angry.

"what?"

He closed his eyes and waved his hand!

With a soft slap, the slap landed on the lower back of the soft object that was holding the body in place.

"!"

Instead of loosening its grip, the object bound itself even tighter.

[An octopus?]

Su Che frowned deeply, increased the force, and waved his hand again!

He unleashed the "Bad Water Technique: 39 Secret Techniques - Powerful Swing"—

The effect is to produce a crisp scream with just the right amount of force, allowing the target to feel the therapeutic effect of the "bad water" through the power of the palm.

as predicted,

A crisp sound rang out.

The restraints on his body were immediately released.

Fresh air rushed into my nostrils.

Something slid limply off my body and fell to the side.

Just like getting rid of a leech, the next few seconds were calm and peaceful.

There was nothing new clinging to me, making me feel very hot on this hot summer night.

It seems I can finally get a good night's sleep.

With his heavy eyelids closed, Su Che revealed a comfortable smile, deciding that it would be best to choose a scene that suited his state of mind for the dream to enter later.

As everyone knows--

In the dark, dimly lit room

A little bird, its cheeks flushed, buried its head in the pillow, lay prone on the bed, its tingling bottom sticking up, seemingly savoring some "divine oracle" that had descended from the sky.

The house cat outside peeked through the crack in the door, watching this bizarre scene with bated breath.

She couldn't help but wonder if, after returning home, she could follow Yuan Xiao's ideas and try to obtain some of the "rewards" she longed for but couldn't achieve on ordinary days.

The ancient land of Tianhai is rich in talented people and resources; perhaps paying a price will bring rewards.

but……

What is the "cost"?

-

On Su Che's phone screen,

An artist sent me a new message.

……

……

Chapter 157 Relationship Plunder - Suppressing Little One

5:30 AM.

Su Che opened his eyes in a daze.

He slept so soundly that the very fabric of the universe was obliterated.

The fatigue from the long drive hadn't subsided, and the obstacles encountered while lying down meant that even sleeping took a lot of effort...

This results in a slow recovery rate.

Fortunately, when I woke up at this time, the other two little ones were still fast asleep, giving me a good chance to catch my breath.

Su Che reviewed the day's arrangements.

"There are less than two weeks until the third round of performances, so we can still persevere with the rehearsals."

"Today is a rare Sunday. I had promised to help Xiaoxiao with her studies and check on her progress. I have to keep my promise."

"Furthermore, it's almost August, and Blank seems to be coming back soon, so we need to plan the meeting time in advance..."

"Finally, it seems like my senior needs some encouragement, otherwise she always drags me to the bathroom to leave some kind of mark, which seriously affects the rehearsal schedule. Maybe I should accept her invitation and go to her house as a guest."

Various things, like spiraling scraps of paper, flooded into Su Che's mind through a giant funnel.

What I can remember and what I can't remember are already in a state of confusion, just like my current mental state. I'll let things take their course and rely on my instincts.

A trip to the countryside evokes many feelings.

The warmth of the elderly, the tranquility of the countryside, the crowing of chickens and dogs, and the quiet of the paths all contribute to a peaceful state of mind and help maintain emotional stability.

Su Che felt that this was a nice place and he should visit it more often.

"When we asked Grandma Ge about the 'ancient Buddha' earlier, she claimed to know nothing about it..."

This was something that he found rather strange.

The villagers often stroll around the village, visiting each other's homes. They can basically strike up a conversation with everyone and know each other well.

Why is it that the dilapidated temple surrounded by a low earthen wall in the woods remains unknown to anyone?

Grandma Ge's words at the time were, "That forest is too dark; we can't get in with our legs."

That makes sense, but Su Che still had some doubts.

"Maybe I should go in and make a wish next time."

He suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"I have never believed in these mysterious things, and I only believe in the almanac left by our ancestors."

However, aren't customs like offering sacrifices to Buddha and making offerings also things passed down from our ancestors? If they were completely ineffective, would they continue to do them?

Su Che didn't think the ancients were stupid. He believed that whatever people did in any era must have a necessary meaning for them in their own time.

"Now that I know the exact location, it should be fine if I go secretly next time without telling them."

A mischievous thought crossed his mind.

[If... I were to pray for the results of the Mosse tournament...]

Will it work?

When faced with external forces that cannot be explained by science, human desires tend to expand infinitely.

Su Che was the same—

"If it works, can I then ask Him to let me defeat 'that person'...?"

Buzzing—buzzing…

Before I could think much about it, my phone vibrated under my pillow.

He then snapped out of his reverie, pried off the cat's paws that were clinging to his lower abdomen, rolled over, and reached for his phone.

This is an official notification from the commissioning platform.

[Your artist has uploaded new artwork - Line Art 1/Line Art 2/Line Art 3].

As expected, Ari made three times the amount.

I will finish drawing and uploading all three styles of compositions.

"Oh my God……"

Looking at the three masterpieces titled "Line Art," Su Che was momentarily at a loss as to how much time and effort she had spent to create these densely packed, high-precision drawings that could be sold as black and white paintings.

Having frequently commissioned artwork, he knew that generally, if a client gave three options, they only needed to present the one they most wanted to draw, and the rest could be done half-heartedly...

But Ari approached the task with the attitude of "doing everything to the extreme," and it truly felt like she was filling three large illustrations—this was no joke...

This is bad.

I can never repay the goddess's kindness.

Su Che felt immense pressure.

I opened my private message list and read Ari's message—

"Wait a minute, teacher, I've finished your line art. Take a look and see if there's anything that needs improvement? If it's you, I'll accept any suggestions for improvement. Don't be shy, I'll be waiting for your reply online."

"........."

[Online...]

really.

Su Che glanced at her profile picture in the upper right corner and noticed that the green online status indicator was still there.

I glanced at the time at the top of my phone screen again—5:45.

She left her message at 3:31.

In other words, she didn't sleep at all and waited for him for two hours all night.