As a hundred ability points vanished, a circular badge the size of a mineral water bottle cap appeared in the palm of her hand, the kind that could be pinned to clothing.
Zhen Yu pinned the badge on the left side of her chest, and the mont she did, a voice echoed in her mind, "Di! Database established, detection initiated."
Only she and her mother were ho, so Zhen Yu made a round in the living room and acquired her mother’s data.
Na: Cheng Yan
Gender: Female
Age: 41
ntal state: Normal
Physical condition: Healthy
Significant skills/potential value
Sales: ****
Socializing: **
Managent: *
Training: *
Although it was her first ti using it, the system’s display was rather straightforward and blunt, so Zhen Yu could roughly understand it with a mix of guesswork.
But she didn’t expect the detected data to be so much cruder compared to one’s own! The only figure shown in nurical value was age!
Zhen Yu felt like the hundred ability points were sowhat wasted, but then she thought again, this is permanent! It’s not like a watch or alarm clock that has an expiration date.
Thinking this way, she felt instantly more balanced ntally.
——
The next day, Sunday morning, as soon as Mrs. Zhen left, Zhen Yu began to prepare herself.
Ever since Mrs. Zhen laid down the "four don’ts" rule, it had been almost four months since Zhen Yu last stepped foot in Han Mingyue’s house!
Although they almost saw each other every day, they hadn’t had a conversation in a long ti! When they didn’t need to talk, they usually communicated through eye contact and body language.
To accommodate Han Mingyue’s ’voice-changing period’, Zhen Yu felt that she had nearly turned into a mute in these past two months!
Today, finally having a reason she could convince herself with, Zhen Yu wouldn’t miss it. She kept reminding herself, "I’m going to see him urgently to detect his data!"
A feeble voice within her argued: "You could also check on Monday."
Zhen Yu ignored this anomaly and steadfastly put on her coat, pumping herself up, "You must go today! It’s for his own good! If he’s sick, the earlier it’s discovered, the sooner it can be treated!"
After putting on a hat and scarf, she murmured to herself while locking the door, "Is it too early to go now? It shouldn’t be! It’s already past eight... um, it should be fine."
The trip was short, and just as Zhen Yu had psyched herself up, she arrived at the Han family’s house.
As she pulled the door open and stepped in, only Han Jiaoyang was in the living room watching TV. Upon seeing Zhen Yu, he shouted "Wow!" and ran off...
Zhen Yu followed his trace bemusedly to the door of Han Mingyue’s room, just to hear Han Jiaoyang slamming the door with a booming noise, "Bro! Bro! Zhen Yu is here! Bro!"
Suddenly, the room door was yanked open, and Han Jiaoyang, having exerted too much force, tumbled inside, being dragged in by Han Mingyue who held out his hand, and then with a ’bang’, the door closed again.
Zhen Yu, dizzied by the brothers’ rambunctious antics, stood there undecided, as Mrs. Han walked out from another room.
"Xiao Yu is here! Have a seat! Jiaoyang, that rascal! Slamming doors again! I heard it all the way from my room."
"Aunt Han!" It had been a long ti since Zhen Yu had seen Mrs. Han, and she felt quite embarrassed upon seeing her today.
Especially when Mrs. Han said, "You haven’t stopped by to see your aunt in months, I heard from Mingyue that you’ve been helping out at Shoe City? Are you less busy now?"
"Yes! I haven’t been busy for a while. I just don’t like the cold, so I seldom go out, that’s why I haven’t co to see you and Uncle Han."
"A girl should indeed keep warm during the winter! From now on, if you need anything, just give us a heads-up, and let these two rascals co over to your place!"
"Okay!"
——
Zhen Yu and Mrs. Han had only exchanged a few words when Han Mingyue and Han Jiaoyang ca out of the room.
The two acted as if nothing had just happened, each taking a seat on either side of Zhen Yu.
As soon as Mrs. Han saw her youngest son, her eyebrows shot up, "Han Jiaoyang! If you smash the door again, believe , I’ll hamr you!"
Han Jiaoyang chuckled awkwardly, "Mom! I was just too anxious!"
"Anxious?! This morning you were smashing the bathroom door saying you were desperate to pee, and you’re doing the sa to find your brother? Can he even run away or what!" Mrs. Han didn’t mince her words when scolding her son.
Being ntioned about ’desperate to pee’ in front of Zhen Yu, Han Jiaoyang’s face turned beet red. He imdiately stood up to leave, muttering as he walked, "My brother can’t run away, I was just afraid... he would... run off..." At least he had the sense to rember that there were three people sitting on the sofa behind him! He swallowed the words "sister-in-law" back down.
Even though he didn’t na nas, the three people sitting there understood what he ant. Zhen Yu felt a bit embarrassed and kept her head down, not wanting to see Han Mingyue’s reaction.
Mrs. Han cursed and laughed, "You rascal! Always blabbering nonsense! What do you an run or not run!" After scolding her son, Mrs. Han stood up and said to Zhen Yu, "Aunt will go and wash so fruit for you, do whatever you want, don’t mind ."
Zhen Yu politely said, "There’s no need to trouble yourself, Aunt!"
Mrs. Han waved her hands with a smile and went straight into the kitchen.
——
Once she left, only Zhen Yu and Han Mingyue were left in the living room.
Zhen Yu took this opportunity to check Han Mingyue’s data.
Na: Han Mingyue
Gender: Male
Age: 14
ntal state: Normal
Physical condition: Healthy
Significant talents/potential
Writing: ****
Leadership: ***
diation: *
The data all looked normal, and Zhen Yu finally felt relieved.
Although she believed Han Mingyue hadn’t had a congenital disease in his past life, or else Uncle Han would not have been oblivious to it, being able to confirm this now was still a good thing.
From now on, it was about prevention. Thinking of the ’diagnosis’ she had seen in the ’dream’, Zhen Yu decided she must keep an eye on Han Mingyue and make sure he never learns to smoke and, if possible, to not let him catch a cold.
Thinking of a cold, Zhen Yu suddenly reached out and touched Han Mingyue’s forehead, pausing with her palm against his skin for a mont to make sure his temperature was normal before she took her hand away.
"?!" Just as Han Mingyue was wrestling with whether to initiate conversation, he was dumbfounded by Zhen Yu’s action.
As soon as her hand left his forehead, he blurted out without thinking, "I don’t have a fever!"
"Pfft! I know!" Zhen Yu approached him, brimming with laughter, "Why didn’t you co out when you heard arrive?"
"I, I was busy," Han Mingyue said, his face flushing hot, but he still tried to appear nonchalant.
"Oh..." Zhen Yu drew out the word as she sat up straight, and Han Mingyue didn’t know whether she believed him or not.
Then she heard her asking another question, "Do you have anything else to do right now?"
"...No, not anymore."
Before Zhen Yu could say anything more, Mrs. Han ca over with a plate of washed fruit.
"Xiao Yu! I’ve put the fruit here for you two, I’ve got things to do in the other room. You can eat and chat." Mrs. Han put the plate on the coffee table and left them a word before returning to the bedroom.
As soon as Mrs. Han left, Zhen Yu asked, "Your voice seems much better, is your voice-changing period almost over?"
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