Ye Jie and Yao Yingzhe were amazed at how quickly Lu Jinyu recovered.
But Lu Jinyu had a strange expression.
He only saw that the second task hadn’t ended yet; it wasn’t a good ti to react negatively.
With the crisp sound of Xu Ying’s whistle, the staff imdiately began tallying the number of flowerpots marked by each guest.
The drone cara swept over the colorful flower house, and the final results ca out:
Steady and thodical Yao Yingzhe used the scientific observation thod to successfully mark 9 pots of the most nectar-rich flowers, winning the crown.
Ye Jie, who kept detailed notes, followed closely behind with a score of 7 pots, while Jia Yao, who tried to rely on technology, barely managed to mark 3 pots correctly. His app, which claid to interpret bee language, ended up translating a bunch of gibberish.
The most embarrassing was Su Zhining, who randomly placed her markers in so many pots but only guessed one pot correctly in the end.
Xu Ying held a wreath of wildflowers she personally wove and walked toward Yao Yingzhe, "Congratulations to our ’Master of Bee Language’!"
As she placed the wreath on Yao Yingzhe’s head, several bumblebees suddenly buzzed around—turns out, the natural honey sared on the wreath was exuding an enticing sweet aroma.
Yao Yingzhe stiffened his neck, not daring to move, with two honey-hunting bumblebees perched on the lenses of his reading glasses, as if wearing animated insect fras.
[Teacher Yao’s glasses co with special effects!]
[Hahaha, it’s too comical, a perfect example of attracting bees and butterflies!]
Xu Ying stood amidst the flowers, gently taking off her bee-proof hat, with a few grains of golden pollen on her hair.
She lifted her face and waved to the chubby little ones circling in the air, "Thank you all for your hard work today~"
The bee swarm, seemingly understanding her gratitude, suddenly gathered together.
The fluffy little creatures hovered in the air, their wings vibrating at a high frequency, creating a gentle "buzzing" sound as they gradually ford a perfect heart shape.
The "fat Rongrong" at the front row even shook its pollen-covered little bottom, sprinkling a shower of golden powder.
[They can even form a heart; I’m crying here.]
[The worker bee ladies are selling cuteness before clocking out.]
Xu Ying added with a smile, "The program team has prepared double the honey reward!" No sooner had she finished speaking than the heart shape turned into a charging arrow, with the bee swarm collectively heading toward the feeding area, with one impatient bee crashing into its companion, the two fuzzy balls tumbling into a heap in mid-air, lting everyone’s hearts.
Although these round little creatures have a lower toxicity when stinging, getting pricked by the barbs on their abdon can result in a strong burning sensation. Especially when you’re wearing fluffy clothing—bumblebees might see your down jacket as a competitor determined to defend their foraging rights!
After completing the second task, the guests all expressed concern for Lu Jinyu.
"Oh—"
Su Zhining saw Lu Jinyu, her red lips curling up, drawing out her words, "The fragile young master has recovered quite quickly, huh?"
She deliberately leaned in, poking his shoulder with her nails inlaid with rhinestones, "What kind of miraculous dicine did you take? Could it be that the program team secretly gave you so extraordinary shot?"
Lu Jinyu glared at her, "Don’t talk nonsense, be careful, I might sue you for slander!"
Yao Yingzhe adjusted his glasses with a concerned look, "Xiao Lu, is there anywhere you’re still uncomfortable? Do you need another check-up?"
Lu Jinyu shook his head, but his gaze directly shifted toward Xu Ying, who was organizing the beehive toolbox: "Station Chief Xu." He squinted, "What exactly was the herbal dicine you gave ?"
Xu Ying didn’t look up, her hands never stopping, "Proper wild-collected, native herbal dicine, sterilized and fried before processing."
She paused, finally lifting her head with an innocuous smile, "Why, wasn’t it effective? You’re standing here full of life now, aren’t you, without any delay in the program recording."
"It was effective—" Lu Jinyu gritted his teeth, "but why, after drinking the dicine and lying in bed, did that Ili Pika keep jumping onto my bed?!"
His voice suddenly rose, his ears turning crimson with embarrassnt, "It kept nuzzling my hand insistently until I opened my palm!" He demonstrated, his fingers trembling, "I thought it was trying to give sothing, but in reality—"
"It left several pellets of poop in my palm!!"
The whole room fell silent.
Ye Jie covered her mouth, Jia Yao’s eyes widened, and Su Zhining just burst into giggles. Even the following caraman’s hands shook a bit, causing the cara to wobble.
"When I threw it away, it even looked at with a hurt expression!" Lu Jinyu grew increasingly distraught, "Then it just went on my bed and—" he took a deep breath, "pooped a string of them!!"
"The most outrageous part!" He suddenly pointed at the water cup on the side of his backpack, "When I got up to drink water, I found its ’special’ in my cup!!"
He grabbed Xu Ying’s sleeve, practically squeezing the words out through his teeth, "Did you give so dicine that’s notorious among rabbits?!"
Netizens cracked up:
[Where’s there such a dicine? Has Lu Jinyu read too many magic books?]
[I don’t think that Ili Pika would be this an; there must be more to the story.]
[Either way, since Lu Jinyu recovered so quickly, he should at least thank Little Xu Station Chief.]
[Exactly, two hours ago, he was half-dead.]
[A big guy like Lu Jinyu would never have thought he’d be bullied by a rabbit in his whole life.]
Xu Ying blinked, looking innocent, "Truly none." She raised three fingers, "What I gave you was Grass Spirit Fat, used in Tibetan and Mongolian dicine, specifically for treating poor circulation of Qi and blood, spasms, and pain."
"Grass Spirit Fat?" Yao Yingzhe suddenly interjected, his glasses reflecting a gleam of wisdom, "Isn’t that made from Ili Pika poop?"
He didn’t even notice Lu Jinyu’s face turning ghostly pale, continuing his lecture, "I just looked up information at noon, Ili Pikas are particularly picky eaters, only eating dicinal herbs like Snow Lotus and Rhodiola rosea—"
"Their stomachs are like natural herbal synthesizers!"
Lu Jinyu’s expression completely froze.
Xu Ying internally cursed Yao Yingzhe a thousand tis—downing herbal dicine is one thing, isn’t effectiveness all that matters? Why dig so deeply into it! Even cockroaches can be used in dicine; who even asks about the ingredients before taking them?!
She forced a couple of awkward laughs, trying to salvage the situation, "Um...actually, many precious herbs are like that, for instance, Nightshade is bat poop, and Five Spirit Fat is flying squirrel poop..."
The more she spoke, the greener Lu Jinyu’s face beca.
At that mont, the culprit—the round Ili Pika—popped its little head out of Lu Jinyu’s backpack, finally jumping onto the ground with a Rhodiola rosea flower in its mouth.
It tilted its head, looked at Lu Jinyu, suddenly put down the Rhodiola rosea, and leisurely deposited a few fresh "dicinal materials" right in front of him.
"..."
Lu Jinyu’s eyes rolled back, nearly fainting again.
With a puzzled look, the Ili Pika glanced at the red-haired Lu Jinyu, then at Xu Ying: [Little Xu Station Chief, why does this red-haired human refuse treatnt?]
[He threw away all the dicinal materials I gave him.]
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