Cultivation Shura Field

Xu Zhe said regretfully, "It's a pity that my phone is broken, otherwise, I would have let you all try the game I made."

He was still thinking about his fruit-cutting mobile game, while Tang Lingfei was thinking seriously about what to play today. But Song Xingye looked at him quietly again.

The girl's eyes are like the moon, peaceful and gentle.

Xu Zhe finally noticed her look and asked, "What's wrong with you? What are you thinking about?"

Song Xingye was a little flustered and quickly explained: "I was also thinking about what to play today."

Xu Zhe suddenly thought of an idea: "By the way, since today is your birthday, have your parents prepared a birthday cake for you?"

Song Xingye shook his head.

Xu Zhe: "I knew they didn't have the energy to prepare this. So, do you have an oven at home?"

Song Xingye thought for a moment, pointed to the kitchen and said, "My mother bought it before, but she only used it a few times and left it there for a long time without using it."

Xu Zhe smiled and said, "That's great. We can make a birthday cake ourselves."

Tang Lingfei asked in surprise: "You can also make cakes?"

Xu Zhe: "I really don't know how to do this, but we can look it up online. There should be tutorials on how to make cakes online, and we can follow them to learn how to make cakes."

"It sounds good," Tang Lingfei pulled her best friend's delicate arm, "What do you think, Xiaoye?"

Song Xingye couldn't help laughing: "I think it's great too, thank you."

Facing the girl's sparkling eyes, Xu Zhe said nonchalantly: "Why thank me? Let's do it together. And I've never tried baking before, so let's give it a try."

In his previous life, he saw that the hobbies of netizens (especially girls) always included things like traveling, baking, and flower arranging - he had no interest in flower arranging, and he still had some psychological trauma about traveling, but since he had an oven at hand, why not try baking?

But at this time, Xu Zhe noticed that Song Xingye was staring at him again.

He pointed to his face and asked, "Is there anything dirty on my face?"

Song Xingye quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, I'm just thinking..."

Xu Zhe: "What are you thinking about?"

The girl rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and said a little embarrassedly: "I don't know how to put it, I have been like this since I was a child, I have a lot of things to think about. Okay, let's start making the cake!"

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As a preview, the timeline of the upcoming plot may be slightly accelerated, and the Shura Field is slowly taking shape...

Chapter 108

-06

Open the eggs, separate the egg white and yolk, add sugar to the egg yolk and stir into a batter, add sugar to the egg white and beat it... Fortunately, Song Xingye's family has an electric egg beater in addition to an oven. Otherwise, you have to beat it manually, and Xu Zhe feels tired just imagining it.

After the egg white cream and egg yolk paste were mixed, the next step was to pour the egg liquid into the mold. However, Song Xingye didn't know whether her mother had bought a cake mold, and if so, where she would put it.

So Xu Zhe found a heat-resistant glass bowl in the cupboard and made do with it. He put the glass bowl into the oven and set the time and temperature according to the standards in the tutorial...

By lunch time, the cake that the three of them had worked together on finally came out of the oven, steaming hot.

Tang Lingfei looked at the finished product on the table and said, "That's great. Now we don't have to make any lunch. Our lunch is cake!"

However, Xu Zhe felt that the cake was a bit crude - of course, it couldn't be said to be ugly, but it was not topped with cream. It was a cake baked purely with eggs, milk, flour, etc., so its appearance was very plain.

He asked, "Have you ever eaten cake without cream?"

Tang Lingfei: "Of course I have, but not on my birthday. Birthday cakes usually have cream on them."

Song Xingye found a fruit knife and cut the cake into three equal parts. When she cut the cake, she was very serious and her movements were very steady. After cutting, she scooped up the cake with the knife, put it on a small plate, and gave it to Xu Zhe and Tang Lingfei.

Tang Lingfei took the small plate and praised: "Xiao Ye, your knife skills are really good!"

Song Xingye was a little embarrassed: "It's just cutting a cake, not cutting potatoes. My knife skills are definitely worse than Xu Zhe's. He really knows how to cook..."

Since they couldn't find a fork, the three of them ate the cake with chopsticks.

Although it looked plain, the soft texture and aroma from baking made both girls look surprised.

Xu Zhe also nodded: "Well, the tutorial is not deceptive, the taste is indeed good."

Tang Lingfei: "I think it tastes better than cream cake!"

Song Xingye looked at Xu Zhe and smiled sweetly, "You were the one who found the tutorial, and you were the one who did the main work of sending people off. Sure enough, if I leave it to you, good results will come out."

Xu Zhe: "I think you may have an unrealistic perception of me..."

Tang Lingfei, who was standing next to him, also protested: "We both did a lot of work, Xiao Ye, you can't give all the credit to Xu Zhe, you are forgetting your friends for the sake of beauty!"

As soon as the words "forget friends for beauty" came out, Song Xingye blushed. She looked at Tang Lingfei nervously, and judging from her expression, this best friend was obviously not making a serious accusation, but just teasing her.

So Song Xingye breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, the three of them finished eating the cake. However, Tang Lingfei suddenly realized a problem and slammed the table:

"That's not right! If what we just ate was a birthday cake, there were no candles on it, and no birthday song was sung!"

The three of them suddenly looked at each other.

We were busy making the cake from morning to noon, and then we ate it as soon as it was done. Everyone forgot about this process.

Xu Zhe: "Make up for it now?"

Song Xingye nodded: "Let's make up for it now."

Tang Lingfei immediately closed the curtains, dimming the light in the room. But when she turned around, she was still a little worried: "Where are the candles?"

Xu Zhe also searched around the house and found a lighter.

He came in front of Song Xingye, pressed the lighter, and a bright little flame came out.

Tang Lingfei: "Isn't this a bit makeshift?"

Xu Zhe was about to speak, but Song Xingye spoke first for him: "It's okay, let's just leave it at that. I want to make a wish."

"Don't be impatient, we haven't sung the birthday song yet!" Tang Lingfei said this and immediately sang, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

Xu Zhe also sang a few lines. But when he was singing, he found that the birthday boy's eyes seemed to stay on his face, and he hardly looked at Tang Lingfei who was singing hard.

After they finished singing, they quieted down and looked at the little birthday boy.

Song Xingye closed his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips, put his hands together, interlocked his fingers, and made a silent wish.

What did she wish for?

Xu Zhe and Tang Lingfei did not ask, because everyone knew that a wish would not come true if it was spoken out loud.

When he opened his eyes again, Song Xingye glanced at Tang Lingfei, then looked at Xu Zhe, and said with a smile: "Okay."

Xu Zhe stretched out his arm and handed the flame in his hand to her.

It's time to blow out the candles.

The girl hesitated for two seconds, and suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly with her hands that were filled with wishes.

Xu Zhe was stunned for a moment.

Tang Lingfei didn't notice anything unusual. After all, since the next step was to blow out the flame, wouldn't it be normal to hold it steady before blowing?

Song Xingye blew out a breath gently.

Xu Zhe cooperated very well and released his fingers that were pressing on the lighter, and the flame went out immediately.

Song Xingye's eyes quietly moved upwards, and the focus shifted from the lighter to Xu Zhe's face. But the girl did not let go, still holding his wrist tightly.

So Xu Zhe felt a little strange at this moment.

Her hands were white, delicate, soft to the touch, and a little cold. She seemed to be very nervous and even sweating a little.

Song Xingye stared at him and said softly, "Thank you."

Xu Zhe was quite calm and didn't make the atmosphere even weirder: "It's your birthday, so it's my duty."

Only then did Song Xingye let go of his hand.

Tang Lingfei patted the birthday boy on the shoulder and reminded him bluntly, "Why don't you say thank you to me?"

"Puchi..." Song Xingye couldn't help laughing, and simply opened her arms and hugged her little best friend.

The picture of two lovely girls hugging each other was quite pleasing to the eye, but Xu Zhe discovered a strange detail.

Although she said "thank you" in Tang Lingfei's ear, after that, Song Xingye, who continued to hug her best friend, quietly looked at Xu Zhe. Looking at him, the girl hugged him tighter.

A thought that even he found absurd suddenly popped up in Xu Zhe's mind - when Song Xingye hugged Tang Lingfei, could it be that he was treating her as a substitute for himself?

No way?

Then Song Xingye let go of her bestie in her arms and said with a smile, "Are you all full? What should we do this afternoon?"

Xu Zhe: "Reading?"

As soon as the voice fell, they both shook their heads.

Tang Lingfei: "Still reading? What's the point of celebrating your birthday?"

Xu Zhe: "I think reading is quite interesting..."

Song Xingye suggested, "How about we go watch a movie? While you were away, I went through my parents' discs again and found some interesting things. I'm waiting for you to come and watch them together."

Xu Zhe asked cautiously: "What's interesting?"

Song Xingye blinked: "It's a cartoon."

Xu Zhe: "Oh, that's no problem."

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I’m so hungry, I’m still writing about making cake… I can’t stand it anymore, I’m going to find something to eat first, I’ll update later, sorry.

Chapter 109 Far and Near

2023-09-06

On Song Xingye's birthday, most middle school students had returned to school but had not officially started school yet. Most of the freshmen in high school were either preparing for school or doing military training. But some schools were different.

Shen Lan and her classmates who entered the Experimental Middle School at the same time had already finished their military training and started classes. The difficulty of the courses was as expected, and the progress was faster than that of a normal high school, and the content was more in-depth.

Even Shen Lan couldn't do it as easily as she did in junior high school. She also needed to listen carefully to the class. But unlike most of her classmates, Shen Lan only needed to take a short break during the break and then started to study in another way.

She took out the introductory C++ language textbook that Xu Zhe had picked for her and spread it out on the table.

Suddenly, a girl asked timidly: "What is this?"

Shen Lan closed the book and let her new deskmate look at the cover of the textbook.

"Computer language...why are you looking at this?"

“Because I want to learn programming.”

“Isn’t there enough in school?”

"Fortunately, I'm not too tired to learn other things."

My deskmate gasped: "I'm so tired that I don't want to move after returning to the dormitory. Do you still have the energy to study?"

Shen Lan smiled lightly: "Human potential is actually very strong. If you don't push yourself, you may not know how hard you can work."

"But why do you have to push yourself? I think it's normal to work hard for the college entrance examination, but computer language is not included in the college entrance examination... Oh, right, the Information Olympiad!"

My deskmate realized some shortcut to higher education.

Shen Lan nodded: "Yes, if you study computer science, you can participate in the Information Olympiad. If you can succeed, maybe you don't even need to take the college entrance examination."

After saying that, she turned her head and looked out the window.

The sun outside the window was setting gradually and it was almost evening.

Shen Lan certainly wouldn't tell her new deskmate that the shortcut to the Olympic Games was only a small part of the reason why she wanted to learn computer science. The real motivation was the summer she spent with someone this year.

The summer vacation is over, and so is the summer. What is that person doing in this autumn?

Shen Lan couldn't help but snickering when she recalled the time when he taught her programming and his smug look when he showed her the game demo.