Chapter 45

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Chapter 45: Let Me Change It For You

As usual, after receiving 500 yuan, Mi Xiaoliu did a single pull. She was lucky—not only did she avoid drawing a duplicate memory, but she also uncovered a new truth about herself.

She had once beaten up a little boy.

The boy had screamed and cried, but her chubby little fists at the time kept mercilessly raining down on him…

Thanks to this memory filling in a gap, she slept very comfortably that night. Though, in the middle of the night, she noticed no one came to crawl into bed.

Changing out of Heli’s oversized pajamas the next morning, she walked into the living room and immediately saw Heli asleep at the table, head resting on her arms. Quietly and on her own, Mi Xiaoliu retrieved “Demon-Eye Killer” (Lenses) and slid it back beneath her eyelid.

Not only Heli—Sasha was still fast asleep too.

She sat silently in the chair across from Heli and stared blankly ahead. Then, unable to resist, she opened the system’s lottery wheel. Looking at her now somewhat wealthy balance, she tapped another single pull.

No memory this time.

Just like Sasha had said: there was a 0.01% chance of drawing a non-memory item, and a 0.0001% chance of getting something rare.

What she got this time caused even the item box to gleam gold.

[Random Egg of an Ancient Spirit Beast]: Congratulations! No matter what hatches from this egg, with its help, you’re destined to become the greatest legend in this world.

Seemed pretty good. She was happy.

“Good morning, Master. You’re up early today.” Sasha sniffled as she woke. But the moment she saw the ostrich-egg-sized thing in Mi Xiaoliu’s hands, she let out a startled cry:

“Master, how much of your lifespan did you burn for that??”

“I don’t know.” Mi Xiaoliu replied offhandedly, then cracked the egg and dropped it into a large cup of boiling water.

Heli had taught her how to boil eggs.

Sasha: “???”

The golden glow around the item faded away.

[Pretty Big Boiled Egg]: No matter how it’s cooked, it’ll taste delicious. Slowly improves your physical condition.

Sasha: “?????”

“Master…”

“Hmm?”

“…Nothing.” After hesitating for a long moment, Sasha decided not to tell Mi Xiaoliu the sad truth. “Master, next time you do a draw, please ask me first—at least when I’m awake.”

“Why?”

“Because Sasha would never do you harm,” she replied, weakly.

Even without any seasoning, the boiled egg turned out unexpectedly delicious. Even Heli couldn’t stop praising it.

“Where’d you find such a huge egg?” Heli asked, curious.

There had been a time in history when even regular folks could afford ostrich eggs. But after the two Great Extinction Events… even now, ostrich eggs still held a four-digit price tag.

“Not telling you.” Mi Xiaoliu turned her face away.

Sasha had told her to keep the system secret.

“A little secret?” Heli raised an eyebrow, rubbing her thumb and middle finger together and bringing them toward Mi Xiaoliu’s forehead—only to watch her suddenly cover her head and leap backward in alarm.

“…?” Heli slowly lowered her hand, confused.

She had assumed a light forehead flick was a sign of affection.

——

That morning, Yiwen didn’t come to class. Not just Yiwen—Miss Barrett, who sat at the main character’s seat, was also absent. As was Lu Mingxue, though no one cared whether she came or not.

Early in the morning, while still lost on the way to school, Yiwen received a call from Barrett.

“They caught the card trick guy that the salamander mentioned last time… Didn’t the Bureau notify you? Then pretend you didn’t hear it from me.”

Annoying. Just like always.

Every time there was a lead about her father, they kept it from her—as if she hadn’t become a volunteer cop specifically to chase that trail.

She changed direction immediately. Even though she passed the school gate twice, she didn’t go in.

“Why wasn’t I notified again?”

Once inside the station and changed into uniform, she slammed a hand on the desk and shouted.

“Someone inside must’ve tipped you off,” Officer Chen said, glancing sideways while sipping his wolfberry tea. His eyes drifted to Miss Fox, who guiltily turned her head away.

“Hold on, let me come up with an excuse,” Officer Chen muttered as he looked down and began to think seriously.

Behind her mask, Yiwen’s face twisted slightly. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. “How did you even find the card guy?”

From Lu Mingxue’s description, the man had seemed like a serious threat—at least strong enough to survive a few TV arcs. But now he was caught already?

“We tracked every store’s poker card sales records…” Officer Chen looked puzzled by her question.

How did they find him? Wasn’t that obvious? Catching him had taken some effort, though—the guy did have some tricks up his sleeve.

“Did you get anything out of him?” Yiwen asked.

“No.”

“Seriously?” Yiwen didn’t believe it. She was sure Officer Chen was hiding something again.

“Ask the Salamander if you don’t believe me.” With that, Officer Chen lowered his head and got back to work.

Yiwen ended up spending the whole day at the station, afraid they’d interrogate him behind her back and hide things from her. But even after Lu Mingxue and Barrett went home, no new intel had surfaced. It seemed Officer Chen hadn’t lied—or just didn’t intend to involve her at all.

So frustrating, this feeling of being deliberately excluded.

Helpless, she left the station after wasting an entire day and headed home.

—

Meanwhile, at Meiqiantu Academy, school had ended for the day.

It was barely past five and students were already free to head home, no evening classes. For any proper high school student, this was the ultimate envy.

After their final health check and formal exams, they’d go straight into university life—though only Ability User Universities.

It was an easy, carefree life… but with a future that looked bleak and undefined.

Mi Xiaoliu, who had been taken by Yiwen to play tennis yesterday, quietly arrived at the court with her cartoon backpack slung over her shoulders. She sat on the steps, silently watching the older students sweat and swing their rackets in youthful vigor.

Yiwen had said she’d continue teaching her tennis today.

Her presence caught the tennis club’s attention.

Eventually, a kind-hearted girl from the club came over to ask, “Are you waiting for Yiwen? He didn’t come to school today. You two are in the same class, right? Didn’t you know?”

Only then did Mi Xiaoliu realize: so that’s why he didn’t come today.

At the same time, Heli—sitting in her electric scooter waiting for her—grew increasingly suspicious.

Was Mi Xiaoliu actually falling in love early?

…

“So mad!!”

Yiwen, back in her regular clothes, opened the front door, ready to be greeted by her mother’s trademark scowl.

Technically, she could just enter through the window every time. But opening the door was her way of letting her family know she was home. No matter how cold things got, family was still family. As long as nothing huge happened, they should always forgive each other’s failings.

That was how it should be.

But today, her mom didn’t come out with her usual barbed comments. A bad feeling immediately rose in Yiwen’s chest.

She rushed to check the kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom—no sign of her mother. Her younger brother was missing too.

She ran upstairs and saw her bedroom door was open. The sound of flipping pages drifted out.

She let out a sigh of relief, followed immediately by a flash of anger.

“Why are you in my room?” Yiwen pushed the door open and demanded.

“You’re back? Your brother’s room had a rat, so I had him do homework here for now. The living room table is too low—bad for posture and eyesight,” her mom replied, uncharacteristically calm. “Don’t worry, I didn’t touch anything important.”

Her younger brother glanced up at her, slightly guilty, then quickly pretended to focus on his homework.

Yiwen ignored him. Her eyes were fixed on her mother.

She was lifting the bed sheets—not suspiciously, but with a purpose.

“Your brother spilled ink. Let me change it for you.”

Not just the bedsheets—the pillow, and even the bunny-eared cat plush on the bed had gotten stained.