Ji Chuxing's disguise had been peeled away by Bo Yanchen, but it didn't make much difference to her.
Of course, it didn't make much difference to Second Master Bo either.
He simply realized that his little girl had gained another skill.
His little girl was already quite remarkable, knowing a bit about hacking and marksmanship, so this wasn't particularly surprising.
In fact, he found her even more adorable.
So sweet and capable, what kind of precious treasure is she?
But becoming so skilled must have come with its fair share of hardships.
He felt quite heartbroken for her.
As a result, Ji Chuxing not only received the money for the discarded bullets but also the final payment for another mission.
She was very happy, and so was Bo Yanchen.
The only one who felt like the world had turned upside down, shattering his worldview, was Fang He.
Goodness! Miss Ji had actually taken out the tenth-ranked sniper!
Miss Ji was a true all-rounder!
Fang He was both relieved and terrified.
Thankfully, Miss Ji hadn't killed him this morning.
However, now, his eyes were filled with admiration as he looked at Ji Chuxing.
Then, he received a warning glance from his master, a mix of a smile and a frown.
Fang He immediately understood.
Got it, sir, I'll go organize things in the storage room right away.
On the resource network, Lan asked if she had received the item.
Ji Chuxing gave an affirmative response.
The so-called seed was two green, tender leaves, somewhat resembling succulents.
Preserved with special medication, they looked very fresh and appetizing.
Ji Chuxing silently observed them for a while, swallowed her saliva, and then found a flower pot to tinker with on the balcony.
The soil in the pot had been specially treated for cultivating this particular plant.
Seeing her squatting on the ground, Bo Yanchen wheeled over, "Xingbao, need any help?"
Ji Chuxing shook her head, "No, I can do it myself."
She placed the pot and began watering it with a watering can.
Bo Yanchen took a look; a small, tender leaf had been planted into the black soil. After she finished, she washed her hands and beckoned, "Xingbao, come here. Big brother has something for you."
Ji Chuxing blinked and walked over. Bo Yanchen handed her a box, "See if you like it."
Ji Chuxing opened it and her eyes widened slightly.
Wow! It was a gun.
A new, silenced pistol with excellent grip and long-range capabilities.
Much better than the one used by the tenth-ranked sniper!
"That one was used by someone else, not good enough for our Xingbao. Big brother got you a new one."
He was referring to the one Ji Chuxing had taken from the tenth-ranked sniper.
Ji Chuxing was very satisfied and tossed the old one from her backpack to Bo Yanchen.
Seeing how pleased she was, Bo Yanchen felt very happy.
"I'll sell this one for you and give you the money later."
Those people had been eyeing the gun for a while, so he would get a good price for his little girl.
Ji Chuxing was very satisfied.
In the afternoon, she left in high spirits.
First, she went to Zhou Sixue's house.
Zhou Sixue was excited when she saw Ji Chuxing, "God Ji, why are you here? Are you here for the flowers? My mom's greenhouse has a new batch, they're really beautiful!"
Ji Chuxing shook her head, "I'm here to see your mother."
Zhou Sixue: "..."
A little disappointed, God Ji wasn't here for her.
Zhou's mother came out from the kitchen and was surprised to see Ji Chuxing, "Classmate Ji, are you here to play? Wait, I'll make you some milk tea."
"Mom, God Ji is here to see you," Zhou Sixue said dejectedly.
Zhou's mother was even more surprised. Ji Chuxing took out a small, tender leaf from her backpack, "Aunt, I need your help. Can you grow this succulent for me?"
Zhou's mother took it and smiled, "No problem, I've grown these before."
Ji Chuxing: "..."
Zhou's mother continued, "It's a pity, though. That year, a typhoon blew down the greenhouse, and all the flowers died. The succulents were washed into the drain, and not a single leaf survived. How many do you want? When they grow, I'll give you some cuttings."
Ji Chuxing: "..."
Zhou Sixue waved her hand, "Forget it, Mom, just grow a basket for God Ji."
Zhou's mother readily agreed, "Sure!"
Ji Chuxing, a level ten medicinal herb cultivator: "..."
She was forcefully kept for afternoon tea, mainly because the milk tea made by Zhou's mother was too delicious, and it was all in flavors she liked.
Ji Chuxing could tell that Zhou's mother was no ordinary person. She had a question, "Aunt, do you know about the International Medical Alliance?"
Zhou's mother paused, holding a cookie, "Sounds like an organization of medical researchers. I've heard some gossip online."
Ji Chuxing nodded, "That's right."
Thus, she listened to Zhou's mother talk about a lot of gossip about the International Medical Alliance.
Like how the bigwigs of the International Medical Alliance were actually afraid of their wives!
And how many of them were bald!
And how they often bet, and the loser had to be a test subject for the winner.
And how one of the mentors once got drunk and slept outside the lab building all night, waking up to be surrounded by his students.
Zhou Sixue listened in shock.
"Mom, I didn't know you were so gossipy!"
Zhou's mother smiled awkwardly, "I accidentally saw it online."
Zhou Sixue gave her a look of disbelief.
Ji Chuxing: "..."
Suddenly, the alarms on both their phones rang. Both of them reacted, standing up and pulling out their phones with serious expressions.
They furiously tapped on their phones, then both sighed in disappointment and slumped back into their chairs.
Ji Chuxing looked at them curiously, wondering what they were doing.
Zhou Sixue pouted, "We couldn't get tickets for Brother Ming's concert again!"
Zhou's mother was also disappointed, "This year, we'll have to use binoculars and find a spot on the rooftop of the opposite building."
"Wen Liming's concert?" Ji Chuxing asked, puzzled.
Zhou Sixue explained, "God Ji, you might not care, but my mom and I are huge fans of Brother Ming. His singing is amazing. The tickets for his concert went on sale today, and we even set alarms, but when we tried to buy, they were all sold out."
Ji Chuxing nodded, understanding.
Wen Liming was famous across the country, and his songs were sometimes played at school. Many in Class 16 were his fans.
Leaving the mother and daughter in their disappointment, Ji Chuxing headed to the Purple Jasmine Mountain Pine Villa.
The villa was surprisingly lively.
The elderly ladies—Grandma Wen, Grandma Feng, and Grandma Zhao—were playing mahjong in the living room with a housekeeper, and the atmosphere was heated.
"Oh, I won again! This is the third time today. I feel a bit embarrassed."
Speaking was Grandma Zhao, who, despite her words, didn't hesitate to collect her winnings.
The other two grandmas were unhappy, "Not playing anymore, always losing!"
Grandma Wen said, "Wait until the little divine doctor comes, see if you can still win!"
Grandma Feng added, "If you can win all day, then win against the little divine doctor!"
Just arriving at the door, Ji Chuxing: "..."
Really, no need to drag me into this.
The housekeeper stood at the door, smiling awkwardly.
He didn't dare say that the three grandmas had been bickering for a long time, using the little divine doctor to tease and intimidate each other.
The housekeeper respectfully announced, "The small pastries and flower cakes are ready."
Before Ji Chuxing even entered, Grandma Wen and Grandma Feng stood up, "The little divine doctor is here, three players, come join us!"
The housekeeper: "..."
Great, finally, she wouldn't have to lose money, which had been heart-wrenching.
The housekeeper quickly stood up and vacated her seat, moving swiftly.
Grandma Zhao, who had always been in good health, had never sought treatment from Ji Chuxing. But she had heard of the title "Little Divine Doctor" of Xi Hua Hall. Today, Grandma Wen and Grandma Feng had been talking about it all morning.
Now, seeing the young girl, she was quite intrigued.
Three minutes later, Ji Chuxing sat in the housekeeper's original seat, starting to draw tiles. The housekeeper brought small pastries and flower cakes to the side table.
Ji Chuxing enjoyed them thoroughly.
Five minutes later, her little tuft of hair bouncing, she declared, "Win!"
Another five minutes later, her eyes curved with a smile, "Win again!"
The housekeeper watched, grinning, feeling as if he had won the money himself.
The three grandmas reluctantly started paying up and working together against her.
Ji Chuxing was delighted, spreading her hands, "Win again!"
Grandma Wen looked toward the kitchen, "It seems dinner is almost ready. Let's take a break."
Grandma Zhao, "Oh, my back hurts, sitting for too long is uncomfortable. I need to walk around."
Grandma Feng, "Yes, little divine doctor, I have a headache. Could you give me acupuncture today?"
In the end, the three grandmas, with silver needles in place, sat on the sofa watching a drama.
Ji Chuxing checked their pulses one by one.
It was quite convenient.
Grandma Wen's health was improving, and Grandma Feng's leg problems were also getting better. As for Grandma Zhao,
Ji Chuxing learned from their conversation that this was Weng Feifei's grandmother, whom she often mentioned.
She examined the elderly lady diligently. There were some issues, given her age. If not properly managed, she would suffer from chronic ailments.
By evening, Grandma Feng and Grandma Zhao had left one after another.
Ji Chuxing contentedly ate a handful of small pastries.
For some reason, she felt that the grandmas seemed very happy and satisfied watching her eat.
She didn't quite understand this look, but it felt... kind and warm.