Fang Cheng walked out of the bedroom with dark circles under his eyes.
"Boss, what's wrong with you? You don't look good. Is it because you haven't rested?"
Ivis asked with a worried expression, holding a rag in his hand.
"Oh, okay, okay."
Looking at Ives who was working harder and harder, Fang Cheng felt somewhat comforted.
This damn Jestan...
Fang Cheng rubbed his face with his hands and washed himself.
Yesterday, I was so busy with purchasing matters that I didn't even take a look at the time of the next event.
Fang Cheng clicked on the [Event] interface.
"Events completed: 4
Contribution to completing the event: 366"
"Experiencing events: None
Event progress: None"
[There is still time until the next event occurs: 2 days, 6 hours and 15 minutes. ]
"What? You just got out of one incident and will experience the next one in less than 3 days?"
Fang Cheng looked at the countdown time for the event indicated by the black text and felt very urgent.
Meera is still at the shelter.
Because of Meira's arrival, there was no extra bedroom, so Ivis was forced to continue sleeping on the sofa and dedicated his bedroom to Meira.
Meila disliked Ives's bedroom and refused to leave, which really gave Fang Cheng a headache.
If I let Meira stay here because I was going to the next incident, what if she caused damage while I was away?
"What a headache."
Fang Cheng turned off the panel.
"Ha~ah~owe~"
Meira walked out of Ives' bedroom with a sleepy look on her face.
"Too bad this bed isn't even a tenth as comfortable as my own."
While complaining, Meera walked to the refrigerator in the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, took a container of deer milk and drank it without restraint.
Fang Cheng looked at Meira who didn't regard him as an outsider and said, "Then just go back."
"Why? I have only been with Erica for one day. No matter how difficult it is here, I will insist on staying with her for a few more days."
Meira looked like she was caring for the poor.
"I don't know who ate so deliciously yesterday, and ate more than anyone else, and looked like they had never seen the world."
Fang Cheng muttered.
Meira's pretty face suddenly turned red. She glanced at Fang Cheng, quickly turned her head, and put the unfinished deer milk back into the refrigerator as if nothing had happened.
"Huh, it's your honor for me to eat your food."
[Storm Controller, Level: Level 5]
[Status: embarrassment, embarrassment]
[Inner OS: Ahhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! Someone discovered that I was greedy! ! ! How embarrassing! ! So annoying! ! ]
Fang Cheng chuckled disdainfully.
"Oh, then I don't need this honor. After all, survival is more important than honor."
Fang Cheng walked to the kitchen and kicked Meira out, "Don't disturb me in preparing breakfast. If you can't create value here, I advise you to return to Chelsea as soon as possible."
Meera pretended not to hear, walked to the sofa and sat down, and began to read the communicator on her arm.
Meira's communicator is more advanced in style than Fang Cheng's general-purpose model.
Not only is it smaller in appearance, the design and materials are also more detailed, and the color is also deep red that suits Mera's temperament.
Meera wears this communicator like an exquisite smart watch.
"Do you have a communicator?" Fang Cheng noticed.
"Hmph, this is a high-end product I got from a friend."
Meira's chin was raised slightly proudly, and the arm with the communicator was raised a little higher.
Fang Cheng walked to Meira and clicked on his communicator, "Give me the number."
Meira glanced at Fang Cheng and then at Fang Cheng's communicator. She couldn't refuse his order. Even though it was just a communication number, there was no need for her to refuse.
But Meila could feel some subtle reactions in her heart, as if her body sensed Fang Cheng's instructions to her.
This feeling made Meira a little uncomfortable.
Meera squirmed a little, then clicked on a specific screen on the communicator with an unnatural look on her face.
"Here." Meila reached out and handed the communicator to Fang Cheng.
"Is this?" Fang Cheng looked puzzled.
"You can use your communicator to detect my number and save it. Don't you actually know that?"
Meera looked incredulous.
[Storm Controller, Level: Level 5]
[Status: proud]
[Inner OS: Humph, what the hell? He’s just a country bumpkin. He doesn’t even know how to use a communicator. Humph, look how I laugh at you. ]
Fang Cheng glanced at the live broadcast of psychological activities written in black and was a little speechless.
This guy's inner drama is a bit too rich.
It’s hard to tell that Meira, who looks cold and noble on the outside, is actually like this behind the scenes.
Looking at Meira who was pretending to be incredulous and trying to make fun of herself to regain some face, Fang Cheng smiled faintly.
"Hey, do you think this thing has that function? Let's learn more about it before we talk, Sister Storm Queen."
Fang Cheng pointed to the relatively outdated communicator on his wrist, and then grabbed Meira's arm regardless of Meira's struggle.
She started working on the communicator on her wrist.
Soon, Fang Cheng found the communicator number and saved it in his communicator.
Then Fang Cheng threw Meira's arm back, turned around and walked back to the kitchen, as if nothing had happened just now, and started working.
"You, please be more respectful to my title and call me Storm Queen."
Meira raised her chin and spoke righteously to Fang Cheng.
"Oh, Sister Queen?"
Fang Cheng raised his head, glanced disdainfully at Meira who was sitting on the sofa holding his arm, and then lowered his head to start breakfast.
Meira rubbed her aching arm, looked at Fang Cheng who was busy in the kitchen as if nothing had happened with a look of resentment, and bit her lower lip tightly.
"Breathe...breathe..."
Meera tried to take deep breaths to regulate her emotions that were about to explode.
[Storm Controller, Level: Level 5]
[Status: Very angry]
[Inner OS: Ahhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! I'm so angry, this untouchable, if I hadn't fallen into his trick, how could I have ended up in this situation? I'm so disgusted! ! ]
While Fang Cheng was preparing the ingredients, he raised his head slightly and glanced at Meira. He looked at the black text prompt and shook his head.
Breakfast consisted of minced meat, mashed potatoes, tomatoes, and boiled eggs. The container containing deer milk was drank directly by Meila, so Fang Cheng only prepared deer milk for the other three people.
Fang Cheng did not drink deer milk himself, but prepared a simple cup of freshly squeezed strawberry juice.
"What are you drinking?"
Meira, who was sitting at the dinner table, looked at the glass of red water in Fang Cheng's hand and asked curiously.
"Yes, yes, why is your drink different from ours? We are all white, but yours is red."
Erica also swayed her calves beside her, echoing Meira's words.
These two sisters are actually on the same page when it comes to food.
"Freshly squeezed strawberry juice."
Fang Cheng glanced at the delicious-looking strawberry juice in the transparent cup in his hand, raised it and took a sip.
"I want to drink too~"
Erica never beats around the bush when it comes to food, and is very direct.
While saying these words, her devilish little hand had already reached out to the cup in Fang Cheng's hand.
Meera absolutely cannot behave like Erica.
But looking at Erica who had no scruples, Meera had a look of envy in her eyes, and she whispered very coyly:
"Don't you prepare one for us all...?"
