They initially thought the idea was impossible, but the two sisters clapped their hands and actually started working on it. Metal boxes, iron frames, small rear wheels—all of it was prepared. Were they really going to weld it together themselves?

Zhang Yaowen cleared his throat. “Are you really going to start working on it now, Tutu? Shouldn’t you ask Song Song first?”

“No need to ask, let’s give it a try first,” Yun Tutu replied confidently. She planned to do it now and explain later. Song Song was too busy playing games and wouldn’t notice what they were doing for a while. They could modify the bike first, and if it didn’t work, they’d figure it out later.

Chen Yuxi helped hold the frame while Yun Tutu personally began screwing things in.

“Are you sure this will work? Maybe we should hire a professional,” Chen Yuxi suggested, eyeing the shaky structure, worried that it might collapse as soon as they loaded it with goods.

Yun Tutu was full of confidence. “No worries, we looked this up online. It’s not that hard.”

Zhang Yang added, “Remember, when it comes to modifying this bike, only Tutu can do it.”

She wasn’t exaggerating. Zhang Yang could help with loading and unloading, but when it came to physically altering the bike, no one could even touch it. Any attempt would result in an invisible force pushing them away.

“Just be careful. Should I ask Zhang Yaowen to supervise?” Chen Yuxi asked, impressed by Yun Tutu’s determination. Did she really think watching a few online videos was enough to pull this off?

“It’s fine, it doesn’t look that difficult,” Yun Tutu insisted. She had considered asking Zhang Yaowen for help earlier but figured it would be too frustrating for him to watch her struggle.

Three women working together were truly a force to be reckoned with. Even Chen Yuxi, who had initially hesitated, was now fully involved, forgetting all about cooking dinner and focusing on assisting the others.

When Zhang Yaowen returned from his meeting to find the kitchen cold and empty, he was confused. He thought they had gone to class, but when he stepped into the yard, he found the three women busily working on the bike.

Figuring they were just blowing off some steam after being cooped up, he let them carry on with their tinkering. As for dinner, he could just grab something from the cafeteria later.

Song Song was on the verge of losing it. It had only taken a short gaming session for Yun Tutu to turn the bike into a Frankenstein’s monster.

“Yun Tutu!” Song Song shouted, using her full name for emphasis. “What in the world did you do to the bike? Look at it!”

The bike now had two side boxes attached, complete with cabinets on top. The most ridiculous part was the small cart attached to the back. Even if modifications were necessary, did they have to be so hideous?

Yun Tutu admired their handiwork. “It might not be pretty, but it’s practical! Look at all the extra storage space. I didn’t even need to upgrade it, and now we can carry so much more. I’m thinking of adding more height to the trailer too. It’ll be perfect!”

Song Song sighed. “…You do realize carrying more stuff requires more energy, right?”

“Wait, what? You didn’t mention that before!” Yun Tutu replied, feigning innocence. The modifications were already done—what could they do now?

“If you save up your energy, I could upgrade the bike for you. It’d look way better than this mess,” Song Song said in a sorrowful tone. “Imagine the embarrassment I’d feel if anyone saw me with this.”

Yun Tutu, trying to stay reasonable, said, “…It’s not like anyone can see you. I’m the one riding the bike, remember? And people will focus on the goods, not on us.”

“No way. Take it all off!” Song Song demanded firmly. “I’ll work hard to get more orders so you can upgrade sooner. Just stop with this nonsense.”

Song Song couldn’t bear the thought of its reputation being tarnished. If the Creator God saw this ridiculous modification, it would probably be the first to be kicked out of the program. No, this wouldn’t do.

“But we spent the whole afternoon on this. Look at my hands, I even got blisters from tightening the screws,” Yun Tutu protested, showing her calloused palms.

Song Song was unmoved. “…Well, that’s your own fault.”

Still, in an effort to calm Yun Tutu down, Song Song softened its tone. “You can let them help. I’m giving them the authority to assist now.”

Yun Tutu was speechless. All this time, she had been struggling by herself, only to find out it wasn’t necessary. She looked at her blistered hands, feeling utterly defeated.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Song Song replied in a mockingly sweet tone, “You didn’t ask, did you?”

Song Song then projected itself into the air as a small puppet, pointing at Zhang Yaowen. “Go out to the yard and dismantle all those unnecessary parts. Let’s get the bike back to its original form so we can resume accepting orders.”

Zhang Yaowen glanced at Yun Tutu, who reluctantly nodded. Shaking his head, he grabbed the tools and went outside to start taking apart all the hard work they had just done.

Chen Yuxi and Zhang Yang let out a long sigh. Well, it was better to take it apart. The bike wasn’t exactly looking great, and if they had driven it on the road, it would have turned heads for all the wrong reasons.

Yun Tutu thought that would be the end of it, but later that night, just as she was sound asleep, Song Song suddenly yelled in her ear, “You have a rush order! Daoist Master Shifang urgently needs cinnabar and talisman paper. Delivery time: one hour.”

Yun Tutu bolted upright. An order was an order, but did it really have to come in the middle of the night?

“Why is this so urgent? Where am I supposed to find cinnabar and talisman paper at this hour?” she grumbled, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. “All the shops are closed.”

“You have helpers, don’t you?” Song Song said with a smug tone. “You should wake them up and get dressed.”

“What happens if I don’t make the delivery in time?” Yun Tutu asked, yawning. She hadn’t been asleep for long, and the exhaustion was hitting hard.

“You’ll lose triple the energy. You currently have 800 energy. If you miss the deadline, you’ll only have 200 left,” Song Song replied nonchalantly.

“What? That’s ridiculous! That means all my previous work would be for nothing!” Yun Tutu exclaimed, scrambling to get dressed.

“Well, there are penalties for failure, just as there are rewards for success,” Song Song continued, unfazed. “Now hurry up and get someone to gather the materials. This order may be urgent, but the reward is worth it.”

Yun Tutu immediately called her teammates on their internal communication line. By the time she made it downstairs, Zhang Yaowen and the others were already waiting for her.

“That was fast. Were you not sleeping?” Yun Tutu asked, surprised.

“We’re used to it,” Zhang Yaowen said. In past emergencies, they had responded even quicker than this. It was the first time they’d been ready and waiting before Yun Tutu herself.

“We’ve got a rush order that needs to be completed within the hour. We need some cinnabar and talisman paper. Can we get it in time?” Yun Tutu asked anxiously, worried about the potential energy penalty.