Chapter 1900 - 1880:

Chapter 1900: Chapter 1880:

"The taste is quite nice, except the time isn’t adequate, so it’s not very suitable for the elderly," Luo Yanran couldn’t help but say. "I’ll take it back and have Grandma make it for Grandpa, the heat will surely be enough."

"Oh come on, don’t be so picky so quickly, okay?" Qhianqhian rolled her eyes. "Tantan’s full now, I’ll take the gift for our Tantan back first. Your Sister Shiliu is waiting for me."

As Qhianqhian spoke, she ruffled Tantan’s hair, but then her hand paused, something felt off...

Curiously, she put down her things and parted Tantan’s soft hair to take a closer look.

"What’s wrong?" Seeing Qhianqhian’s serious expression, Qin Nuan instinctively stood up, walked over wonderingly, and saw a noticeable patch on Tantan’s head with no hair...

"Alopecia areata?" Qin Nuan exclaimed in surprise, covering her mouth.

"Does it hurt?" Qhianqhian frowned and asked Tantan, pressing on the white, tender skin on Tantan’s head.

Tantan turned her head in confusion to look at Qhianqhian, "It doesn’t hurt."

Qhianqhian felt even stranger suddenly, but still calmly tied Tantan’s hair back up, shaking her head at Qin Nuan, "I’ll check out some hair growth products later, it’s probably hair loss due to stress?"

And it’s right at the top near the forehead, fortunately, there’s still hair to cover it, otherwise, it would be really unsightly.

Little girls care about their appearance; discovering this problem unexpectedly wouldn’t be good, would it?

But fortunately, it isn’t too severe now...

"I’ll be more careful next time I wash my hair," Qin Nuan nodded, understanding Qhianqhian’s intentions, then sat back down, "Alright, you better hurry back. Don’t hog the food."

Qhianqhian nodded and walked out of the Forget Worries Tea House. She had barely taken a breath outside when Lin Jiayou was already returning with Lin Nianan, his face full of seriousness, completely oblivious to the light breeze that was his sister just now.

Frowning, he walked into the Forget Worries Tea House, not understanding why he hadn’t seen where Cong Ying went, even at the end? Where could she go on her own?

Additionally, those who were standing with Cong Ying earlier seemed to have left separately too, leaving him with no direction to investigate at all. At last, he couldn’t even see anyone who was onstage just now, so he had to awkwardly walk back.

He couldn’t understand why Cong Ying, who was perfectly fine before, became so resolute at that moment?

Didn’t she know entering the academy was fraught with dangers? She couldn’t not know?

After all, when Qhianqhian and He Wenyu were discussing it with Zhang Sheng, wasn’t she there listening too? They all heard it clearly, right?

Was she doing something else at that time and didn’t hear it?

No matter how he thought about it, it was full of strangeness, yet there was no way to find out where Cong Ying was, so he came back in low spirits.

Even when he saw the others eating, he wasn’t interested, casually handing Lin Nianan to Luo Yanhai, "Please help feed the child..." he then returned to his room on his own.

Luo Yanhai looked at Lin Nianan, whose eyes were red from crying, and instinctively frowned.

When did she start crying? Was it because she couldn’t be comforted, or did Lin Jiayou simply not pay attention?

"Let’s feed her some formula first..."

While it was bustling over there, the little courtyard was also filled with fragrant smells. Mo was back, listening to Qhianqhian, who just arrived, chattering about their plans, nodding occasionally.

"I have this medicine, but if you want it, I have conditions." Mo clearly knew the purpose behind Qhianqhian’s detailed account and subsequently curled his lips.

Qhianqhian pursed her lips, "Just say it." She secretly thought Mo wasn’t such a stingy person, was he?

"If forming a team is necessary to enter that Illusionary Realm, you have to choose me as your first teammate," Mo lowered his voice, even though He Wenyu, who was right in front of him, couldn’t hear a word.

Qhianqhian looked at Mo in bewilderment.

Mo just smiled, then took out a small bottle and handed it to Qhianqhian, "This is harmless; the antidote is your own sweat." Of course, not just sweat; saliva would work, and urine... would also do.

The original intent of concocting this thing seemed to be for mischief.

In a daze, Qhianqhian took the small bottle and accepted it, then nodded seriously, "I understand." Such a request was a piece of cake, wasn’t it? After all, it wasn’t a major problem, and there were no principles involved, so she agreed readily.

"Then... pinky swear?" Mo extended a small finger, wiggling it at Qhianqhian.

In front of Qhianqhian’s rather ’delicate’ little finger, Mo’s small finger appeared especially long, although the length of his small finger had already surpassed the length of Qhianqhian’s middle finger; after all, their heights were different and so were their hand sizes, plus there was also a gender difference.

Seeing Qhianqhian’s hand, Mo curled his lips, but he didn’t laugh, as if fearing Qhianqhian might bristle, then seriously hooked Qhianqhian’s little finger and gave it a shake.

Seeing such a ’childish’ Mo, Qhianqhian was speechless.

Very soon, the old man came back too. Just in time, He Wenyu had finished making a pot of something, so the old man agreed very readily! It was practically instinctive, like without thinking, his body just acted.

However, after some thought, the old man still agreed enthusiastically. This matter wasn’t difficult for him; it was quite challenging, especially acting-wise. Practicing more might even let him fool his students better in the future. To avoid always getting seen through.

"All set," He Wenyu high-fived Qhianqhian enthusiastically.

Qhianqhian solved the medicine problem, while he solved the ’mysterious pathogen’ issue. The rest depended on Lin Jiayou and Cong Ying’s actions.

After all, whether they could end up together wasn’t something outsiders could achieve through some ’coincidences’ or ’accidents.’

There really needed to be fate involved; otherwise, even if what they orchestrated came into play, sooner or later, misunderstandings would lead to their separation, wouldn’t it?

Misunderstandings, how many emotions have they shattered? So, indeed, it depends on Lin Jiayou and Cong Ying’s respective choices.

Moreover... this medicine isn’t time-sensitive, as long as one doesn’t sweat, it won’t wear off.

So Qhianqhian still very much trusted Mo’s description.

The two were enthusiastically contemplating Lin Jiayou’s matters, while Mo went off with the old man to discuss business.

"You’ve watched all day, there’s another three days to go. How do you feel?" The old man sighed, this was just singing, and he felt like he’d heard enough to drive him crazy, didn’t want to continue at all...

"Not bad, at least some people have already seen that our purpose isn’t to pick people who sing well." So no one stands out, nor is anyone terribly bad. The first round can’t cut too many people, it’s just a preliminary assessment, after all. Going forward, they can’t rely on this method to find out who’s on their side, can they?

It’s essential to categorically expose their own people first, isn’t it?