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JI Xingzhi twitched at the corner of his eyes at the phrase “pinned him to the ground and hammered him.”

That was practically the bane of his life; not even his father or grandfather had ever beaten him like that.

He and NINE initially met in a virtual reality game.

The game was so realistic it even mimicked sensations of pain.

Although injuries wouldn’t carry over into the real world, it took him a whole week to recover from their first meeting.

As they got to know each other, they realized they both played this game as well, occasionally teaming up for missions.

Ji Xingzhi was not good at keyboard-controlled games, so he was usually the one being carried.

But who would dare kill NINE the god?

He knew her capabilities; she could defeat level 120 players back when she was just level 80.

How strong must this max-level player be to one-shot NINE?

Ji Xingzhi suddenly remembered something.

[Party][JI]: Wait, you said he had the same name as you?

[Party][NINE]: What about it? You know him?

[Party][JI]: I don’t, but everyone in the game knows him. You’re talking about the one with the single character “Nine,” right? When he started sweeping the leaderboards, many thought he was your alt account.

[Party][JI]: But his combat style is vastly different from yours. You’re all about brutal force, but this ‘Nine’ plays elegantly—killing with the sound of his zither from miles away. A few of us who know you figured out you guys probably just share a favorite number.

Si Fuqing typed emotionlessly.

[Party][NINE]: I’m one of a kind.

[Party][JI]: I know, I know. Not only are you one of a kind, you’re unparalleled in the world! Listen, you better level up fast. We’re about to start a dungeon run, and you’ll get one-shot by the boss at level 120.

Wearing an expression of icy detachment, Si Fuqing followed JI Xingzhi into the secret realm.

That dog white-clothed zither player, just wait.

Meanwhile.

In a small villa courtyard.

Inside the study.

Yu Xiheng sat in front of his computer.

He glanced at the screen, lowered his eyes, and gently swirled the hot tea in his cup.

“Ah, you’re still playing this game?” Shen Xingjun walked in with a cup of coffee and caught sight of the game on the screen. “I must say, your interests are quite peculiar. People your age are usually into either stocks or car racing.”

“And here you are, playing video games just like your niece and nephew. You really haven’t lost your childlike wonder, have you?”

“I play when I’m bored,” Yu Xiheng responded noncommittally. “This is all I can do now.”

Indeed, since he’d stopped going to the battlefield, his hands had grown restless.

Shen Xingjun naturally couldn’t understand the deeper reasons behind this. He put down his coffee cup, “Is there some sort of event in the game right now? I just passed by Yu Tang’s room, and she seemed to be playing too. She ran into some difficulty; didn’t you tell her you play?”

Yu Xiheng gave a curt nod, “Never mentioned it.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t want to carry her.”

Shen Xingjun was stunned. “With an uncle like you, I almost feel sorry for her.”

Yu Xiheng glanced at the only friend listed in his in-game friend list. The corners of his eyes slightly narrowed.

After adding a friend, the nickname naturally couldn’t be hidden.

A capitalized English word “NINE” was followed by a string of honorific titles, too many to count.

He supported his head with one hand, his eyebrows twitching ever so slightly, and then logged out, closing the game interface.

The next moment, Yu Tang burst in excitedly, “Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine! Can I borrow your villa after you leave? I’m planning to stay in Lin City until the start of the university term.”

She had no desire to return to the Yu family.

But if she stayed out for too long, she’d undoubtedly be forcibly taken back.

With Yu Xiheng backing her, it’d be different.

He had watched her grow up; the Yu family wouldn’t object.

“Won’t you be staying till August then?” Shen Xingjun was surprised. “What will you do here for so long?”

“Not necessarily till August,” Yu Tang counted on her fingers, “Qingqing will finish recording her show in May. After that, she’s going to Sijiu for a new show. So, I might just stay for two months.”

Shen Xingjun shook his head, “You really are a dedicated fan.”

“Anyway,” Yu Xiheng interjected calmly, “you can stay. Don’t worry about the Yu family.”

Yu Tang was thrilled, “Yay, Uncle Nine, I knew you’re the best!

She dashed out, shouting as she ran, “Hang in there! Don’t die! I’m coming to heal you!”

Yu Xiheng took a slow sip of his tea, “Do you know why I don’t want to team up with her?”

Shen Xingjun: ‘

Shen Xingjun understood now.

“She’s unfortunate, her father…” Shen Xingjun paused, remembering that her father was also Yu Xiheng’s brother, and simply sighed, “It’s good that you’re there for her.”

“I can look after her for a while, not for a lifetime,” Yu Xiheng put down his teacup, his eyes steady. “Nobody can accompany anyone forever.”

“Why not have your family send her to the Thousand Army Alliance for some toughening up?” Shen Xingjun considered, “Ah, but it’s too harsh for a girl.

Even the one from the Ji family, raised as a boy, was knocked down there.”

“No need, being by her side is sufficient,” Yu Xiheng slightly smiled, composed.

“It’s even more effective than sending her to the Thousand Army Alliance.”

Shen Xingjun was puzzled, “Who?”

“It’s too late,” Yu Xiheng didn’t answer, simply glancing upwards, ‘Go.”

Reluctantly, Shen Xingjun walked out.

After a few steps, he realized how easily he had complied.

It felt like facing Shiyan was like facing an emperor.

Shen Xingjun tapped his forehead.

He must be delusional.

He needed some good rest.

The fourth episode of “Youth With You” was pre-recorded , so the pressure wasn’t too great.

These past few days, Si Fuqing enjoyed her leisure time. Every day, she exploited Xu Xiyun, and at night, she leveled up in “Oracle.” On Friday, she clocked out at six in the evening as usual.

The moment she stepped out of the training base’s main gate, Si Fuqing paused.

Her fox-like eyes narrowed as she looked across the street. First, she saw the icy-looking Zuo Xianyu.

There were also Zuo Tianfeng and Zuo Qingya, and even the elder Mrs. Zuo, whom she hadn’t seen since she woke up.

Were they holding a family conference here?

Si Fuqing didn’t linger. She hopped on a shared bike.

“Qingqing! Wait!” The elder Mrs. Zuo immediately stepped forward, blocking her path. “Qingqing, it’s all your uncle’s fault. He drove you out of the Zuo family behind my back. I’ve already given him a good scolding, and I want him to apologize to you.”

She spoke coldly, “Zuo Tianfeng!”

Zuo Tianfeng felt incredibly wronged. To this moment, he couldn’t understand Mrs. Zuo’s actions.

Yet he had no choice but to step forward, “Qingqing, it’s all my fault. Uncle apologizes to you. Don’t be angry anymore, come back to the Zuo family for Grandma’s sake.”

Si Fuqing didn’t even lift her eyes. Pushing the bike, she said, “Move.”

The elder Mrs. Zuo almost stumbled, saved only by the quick reflexes of Zuo Xianyu.

“What the hell are you trying to do, Si Fuqing?” Zuo Xianyu finally lost his temper. “We all saw how Grandpa and Grandma treated you over the years. Grandpa is gone, and now you’re stretching your wings? Grandma herself is inviting you back, and you’re not appreciative?!”

People passing by and the staff from the show began to take notice.

A sharp “slap” resounded.

Si Fuqing stopped her bike and calmly rolled up her sleeves..