Spare Me, Great Lord!

Once school was over, Liu Li wanted to comfort Li Qingyu with a meal but was rejected. Anyone that had gone through what Li Qingyu did probably wouldn’t have an appetite for anything.

Too many people had already been affected by metahuman situation. The flaws in everyone’s personality were magnified as of now and according to rumors, Li Qi from Sophomore Class 7 had not spoken for a day as well.

Maintaining his spirits, Lu Shu went to the market to purchase eggs after school. He had to restock on his supply of eggs so that he could carry on with his business tomorrow

After some further contemplation, he decided to also buy a tomato, a cucumber and 5 dollars worth of meat.

Actually, he grew tomatoes in his backyard. However, since it was winter, and his DIY plastic greenhouse was not professional, his tomatoes were unripe and inedible.

Lu Shu felt that he should tidy up his ‘greenhouse’ tonight. After all, homegrown produce was cheaper. Even though Lu Shu called it a greenhouse, it was more like a random arrangement of plastics…

He planned to cook fried tomato egg and stir fried cucumber with meat for Lu Xiaoyu tonight.

Considering the fact that Lu Xiaoyu ate eggs every day, she was often lacking meat in her meals. Fearing the lack of nutrition in her meals, Lu Shu often made her meat dishes 2-3 times a week.

When she was younger, Lu Xiaoyu would often snatch up all the meat for herself. In these two years, she had grown more mature and always took the initiative to leave two-thirds of the meat dishes for Lu Shu; her reason being that Lu Shu was too weak and needed more nutrition for his body.

Days like this were nourishing for them. Whenever he observed Lu Xiaoyu eating the meals he cooked, Lu Shu would always feel some sort of… weird feeling of satisfaction…

Even being as frail and sickly as he was, Lu Shu was proud that he had the ability to provide for another person.

Lu Shu was not extremely talented in the field of cooking but he was able to manage in producing decent dishes. The only downside was that his dishes lacked in their aesthetic appeal.

Lu Xiaoyu’s favorite was the fried tomato egg cooked by Lu Shu and she never held back whenever it was cooked. With her spoon, she scooped soup and the eggs onto her rice; mixing them all together and eating the whole lot of it as such. At one go, Lu Xiaoyu could finish 2 bowls of rice.

Hence, her eyes sparkled when she noticed that Lu Shu had meat and tomatoes in the plastic bag.

“Lu Shu, Lu Shu, would you be making fried tomato egg tonight?” as Lu Xiaoyu asked the obvious to obtain her much desired confirmation.

“That is correct” Lu Shu replied as he placed the ingredients in the kitchen. On his way to wash his hand, he ordered, “Go and cook the rice. Use the rice that’s more expensive from the supermarket.”

Many might not understand how meticulous poorer kids had lived. Even the rice they ate had 2 types; one cheaper and the other pricier, which was only enjoyed occasionally.

Had Lu Shu told this to his classmates, they would be in shock: Did not all types of rice cost the same?

Lu Shu then peeled the garlic, cracked 3 eggs and started beating them. Upon placing the garlic in the boiling oil, aroma had wafted out from the wok.

The rice was cooked at the perfect timing just as he was done with his dishes. After scooping out the rice and tabling the dishes, Lu Xiaoyu started chowing down on her meal.

After the meal, Lu Shu shouted for Lu Xiaoyu’s help in the yard, “Hey, our tomatoes are not ripe. There must be a problem with the greenhouse.”

The two of them started searching around the greenhouse as he held onto his handphone while using it’s torchlight feature. Finally, they managed to find 2 holes at the base of the greenhouse which enabled cold wind to penetrate into the greenhouse.

“Lu Shu, when the tomatoes are ripe, would u cook tomato eggs again?” as Lu Xiaoyu looked up at him and asked.

“I will, I will,” Lu Shu laughed. This request from her would definitely be remembered by Lu Shu.

But the homemade greenhouse had too many problems, who knew when the tomatoes would ripen…

Nested on the couch with her full belly, Lu Xiaoyu was watching the television while Lu Shu was beside her studying his system; scanning through the records to see who had a grudge against him…

Haha, there were indeed many.

Just from today, his distress points income came up to be 3000+. In addition, there was still existing resentment against him that continued to contribute to his distress points, +1+1…

As such, distress point collection for Lu Shu had reached close to 4000. Thinking to himself, since 8 celestial fruits were needed to light up the 6th star, he would be unable to progress even if he trained for the whole night.

On the other hand, he was especially curious as to what the lottery prizes were since the system had removed the refresher fruit from the lottery.

To the lottery!

After some rough calculation, he would only have to take 4 days to obtain the 8 celestial fruits needed to light up the 6th star. Even if he had underestimated the number of fruits, the difference would not have been too much. At that moment, the temptation of the lottery was too great.

Clicking on the lottery button, the wheel started spinning again. The lottery wheel seemed like a mess when it was spinning and it only revealed what it was pointing to after it had stopped.

“Thank you for participating”, these words were like knives carving into Lu Shu’s flesh. It felt as though his heart was hung up every time he participated in the lottery.

The wheel finally stopped and the arrow was pointing to a slot that suddenly lighted up as if the clouds were being separated by invisible hands. This time, the result was not “Thank you for participating”. Hahaha, it actually wasn’t “Thank you for participating”!

Staring intently, Lu Shu did not know how to react to the prize…

Zzz, half a beat passed and Lu Shu inhaled a cold breath, you can’t be serious?

You cannot be serious!

That was a box of stinky tofu which even had a pair of bamboo chopsticks attached to it!

Why thank you Mischief System, even preparing chopsticks for me, you’re really the best!

Lu Shu wanted to ask, why couldn’t he absorb his own distress? Hmm? Why?!!

To think he used to be afraid of the appearance of “Thank you for participating”. Lu Shu had felt that this system was lacking in some logical boundaries but even stinky tofus were appearing now. What could be next, barbecued chicken wings?

Hey buddy, you’re a system for a metahuman, not a system for a roadside store!

Hey! Lu Shu suddenly thought of it, could it be… …that the stinky tofu was not something ordinary? Was it not rumored that the game, Fantasy Westward Journey, had food that gave a boost to player’s stats? Although Lu Shu could not afford the game, he had heard discussions about it from his classmates.

Could this stinky tofu contain similar miraculous properties? Raising his eyebrows, Lu Shu thought that if such was actually the case, would he be able to accept this situation?

“Let’s retrieve it for a taste.” Only after tasting it would he then know the truth.

Upon retrieving the box of stinky tofu from the system…

“From Lu Xiaoyu’s distress, + 11.”

He saw that Lu Xiaoyu, who was sharing the same couch with him, turned to him with an expressionless face, “Lu Shu, did you crap your pants?”

Instantly, Lu Shu’s face darkened, go screw yourself! Can’t you think straight for once, the difference in smell was too great okay?

However, even though this stinky tofu was indeed pungent, it smelled… authentic…