She agreed too quickly, which displeased Mo Si slightly.
"How can you trust soone so easily with sothing this important?" Mo Si asked. "Aren’t you afraid of being tricked?"
"I am," Jiang Qiuqiu said, looking at Mo Si. "But I don’t think you would lie to ."
’At least when it cos to matters like this, he would never lie to .’
Her trust was completely unexpected. Her trusting gaze landed squarely on Mo Si. The young woman truly did believe in him, but—
He had lied to her, though it was never his intention.
Once she agreed to the offer, Mo Si personally made the arrangents. He had all parties involved coordinate their schedules and finalized the plan: every morning, Jiang Qiuqiu would deliver food to Starry Sky Wander, where the patient would eat at noon. Then, in the evening, the Military Departnt’s testing agency would take her in for an examination.
As there was no data to reference regarding the treatnt of gene collapse with non-Original Spiritual Power, the experint was tentatively scheduled for half a month. The specialists would evaluate from every possible angle whether Jiang Qiuqiu’s cooking truly had that kind of power.
After talking for a long ti, Jiang Qiuqiu’s stomach suddenly started to GRUMBLE.
The two of them finally realized it was almost ten o’clock. If they didn’t eat soon, they’d miss the alti window.
They had breakfast together. With so ti to spare in the morning, and having decided to deliver food to the rescue center, Jiang Qiuqiu swung by her ho to pack up a large batch of items in thermal containers before heading over with her robot assistant.
The atmosphere at the rescue center today was completely different from yesterday. Jiang Qiuqiu felt there was sothing odd about the way Little Qing was looking at her. Her gaze was distant, yet filled with a sort of reverence—as if she were looking at a VIP.
Jiang Qiuqiu: "..."
She had other things to do today, so Jiang Qiuqiu didn’t linger. After saying a quick goodbye to Little Qing and instructing her robot to leave the thermal containers, she went back to Mo Si’s apartnt.
Mo Si was in the middle of handling official docunts when he heard the doorbell. He went to get the door and was surprised to find it was Jiang Qiuqiu. He blinked. "Didn’t you say you were going to the rescue center? How are you back so soon?"
"I already went!" She glanced at her terminal. "It’s only 10:47, so it’s still early. Brother Black Hole, do you have ti to do so Spiritual Training with ?"
"In such a hurry?"
"Yes," Jiang Qiuqiu said with great seriousness. "Because I have to get stronger!"
Her whole being seed to be burning with the two words "fighting spirit."
’Alright then.’ Her charge-ahead spirit made Mo Si hold back his words of caution. Her spiritual power had indeed recovered, and it wasn’t as if she was short on rest from the past couple of days.
"Then co on over. I happen to be free."
"Thank you!"
It was the sa old formula, the sa familiar feeling. This wasn’t Jiang Qiuqiu’s first ti doing Spiritual Training. The only difference was that this ti, Mo Si had adjusted the paraters on the Spiritual Power Helt and tweaked the difficulty of the stages.
Entering the world of her Spirit Sea, Jiang Qiuqiu controlled the surging waves, maneuvering her small boat from side to side to dodge the obstacles.
But the obstacles varied in size. The large ones nearly blocked her entire path forward, while the small ones were as fine as a hair. A mont’s carelessness was all it took; upon impact, they would cling to you like maggots on a bone, instantly shredding the small boat condensed from her spiritual power into dust.
In other words, a trial like this allowed for no mistakes.
Jiang Qiuqiu focused her mind completely, charging toward the finish line. Seeing how absorbed she was, Mo Si switched on his terminal and continued replying to Qiudao’s ssages.
’The Military Departnt has been making a lot of moves recently. Even soone who usually has ti on his hands has gotten busy.’
’I might have to take a trip to Polar Star soon.’
’I’ll be away for a long ti again... Qiuqiu...’
’I can ask Mrs. Ai’er to look after her.’
He hadn’t even left yet, and he was already making plans. The man himself daydread about how well Mrs. Ai’er and Jiang Qiuqiu would get along, feeling his arrangents were absolutely perfect. He was completely unaware—
’Who do you think you are? Is she your family or sothing, that you get to "ask" people to look after her?’
—of the position he was putting himself in.
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