Chapter 77

Cha Jiuzhang hurriedly took two or three steps back to his room.

With a loud “bang~,” he shut the door behind him.

Frantically, he changed his pants.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed with a solemn expression, he entered a rare moment of deep reflection.

Inside his mind, two little figures were arguing.

One said: You couldn’t handle the teasing, yet you just had to provoke her. See? Embarrassed yourself, didn’t you?

Another said: You’re just a greenhorn, it’s normal. If you don’t keep training, how will you improve? Set aside your shame, face the challenge head-on—that’s what being a man is about.

The first retorted: You’ve already lost face completely, and you still want to continue?

The second countered: If you don’t rehearse now, then when the real thing happens, you’ll make a fool of yourself just like today. Wouldn’t that be even worse?

—-

Meanwhile, outside in the courtyard—

Cha Jizu happened to open his door just in time to witness the scene.

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

This brat…

Not bad!

—-

After Cha Jiuzhang left, Jiang Tiantian was momentarily dazed. Then, realizing what had just happened, she rushed forward to close the door.

The moment she turned around, she dived onto her bed, burying her face into the pillow.

“Ahhhhhh—!”

Her small fists pounded the pillow repeatedly, her face burning red.

What to do?

Did she go a little too far with the teasing tonight?

She hadn’t meant to…

—-

It took a long time for Jiang Tiantian to calm down. She flipped over, taking deep breaths.

Her eyes sparkled, her little face flushed from holding back her emotions, and she giggled softly, “Hehe~”

Sitting up, she took a few deep breaths.

Once she was completely composed, she focused on her nightly routine.

First, she had Little Seven edit and upload the videos from yesterday and today, documenting her time digging, hauling soil, tilling, and planting saffron with her grandfather.

Then, she reviewed footage of Little Red Date and the wild horse herd, selecting some interesting clips to edit and upload.

“Little Seven, I’m going to town tomorrow. Prepare all the pipe materials and have them ready for me.”

Little Seven: “Got it.”

“How did yesterday’s uploaded videos perform?”

“See for yourself. The numbers are looking good.”

Jiang Tiantian checked the latest stats—her follower count had already reached 5.74 million, and she had accumulated 5.1 million gold coins.

Most of her growth still came from her adorable pets.

Mop, as usual, maintained a fiercely loyal fan base, with CP (couple pairing) fans constantly arguing over him.

The Little Red Date’s Husband Hunt video also attracted a wave of new followers.

At first, the video seemed normal, but halfway through, the bullet comments exploded into a flood of complaints:

“Spring has arrived, life is thriving—why the hell did you censor this moment of beauty?!”

“The symphony of life is playing, and you slap a mosaic over it?! Remove it! REMOVE IT!”

“…”

“No more mosaics, please…”

“…”

“Mosaic, REMOVE~ REMOVE~ REMOVE~”

“Mosaic, REMOVE~ REMOVE~ REMOVE~”

“…”

Jiang Tiantian’s expression darkened.

These netizens were too wild.

Was this moral decay, or a lack of humanity?

After the incident with Cha Jiuzhang earlier, she was particularly sensitive to the word “mosaic” now.

She quickly shook her head to clear away any inappropriate thoughts, then continued browsing.

Right—this was how things should be!

To her surprise, the video of Shaobing’s birth, which she had uploaded that afternoon, had received an enthusiastic response.

“Every lamb is so cute!”

“Each one is cuter than the last!”

“Mengmeng, stand up!”

“I wish I had an adorable lamb too!”

“Don’t they need to bathe the baby lambs?”

“Why don’t they put clothes on newborn lambs?”

“…”

“A mother’s love is truly great—I need to thank my mom!”

“Poor little lamb, stay strong!”

“Mama Sheep worked so hard!”

“Finally made it through—so glad!”

“Poor Shaobing, but after suffering comes happiness! It’ll definitely live a long life!”

“…”

Many fans left messages cheering for Shaobing, sincerely wishing it well.

After watching the video, a lot of fans generously donated coins, noting, “Buy something tasty for Shaobing,” or “Get Shaobing some cute clothes.”

The treatment was nearly on par with Mop.

Jiang Tiantian clicked her tongue—these days, it seemed like pets lived more pampered lives than humans.

—-

In the middle of the night—

Jiang Tiantian was suddenly woken up by Little Seven.

“Tiantian… wake up, quick!”

Drowsily, Jiang Tiantian opened her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

She glanced at the sky, groaned, and grumbled, “Little Seven, if you don’t have a good reason for waking me up at this hour, I swear I won’t let you off.”

Little Seven’s voice was anxious. “There’s no time to explain—hurry up and get inside!”

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Tiantian’s consciousness was pulled into the system space.

Soon, she found herself floating in an unknown realm.

Mouth agape, she stared in shock at the glowing screen above, where countless red stars flickered like a meteor shower, shooting past her at high speed.

Little Seven shouted urgently, “Tiantian, stop dawdling! Grab one—just one! You only have one chance!”

Startled, Jiang Tiantian instinctively reached up and grabbed at the stars.

A small, palm-sized red pouch dropped into her hands.

It looked tiny but was unexpectedly heavy, making her palms go numb as it yanked her down toward an endless abyss.

“Ahhhh—!”

Jiang Tiantian screamed.

Damn it!

Little Seven, you scammer—

What the hell was this thing dragging her into?!

“Don’t let go! The event is almost over!” Little Seven’s voice rang in her ears.

Jiang Tiantian had no choice but to clutch the pouch tightly with both hands.

The headfirst dive was making her brain rush with blood.

Suddenly, her falling body came to an abrupt stop.

Everything around her froze, like someone had pressed a pause button.

In the blink of an eye, she was yanked back to Little Seven’s side.

Jiang Tiantian clutched her chest, letting out a slow breath before glaring at Little Seven.

“What the hell was that? You nearly scared me to death!”

Little Seven didn’t respond, eyes fixed curiously on the red pouch in her hands.

Jiang Tiantian spread her palm open and asked in confusion, “What is this?”

Only then did Little Seven explain, “This is the ‘Blessing Bag Rain’—a celebratory event held once every hundred years on the main platform. Every account with over ten million followers gets a chance to grab a blessing bag.”

Jiang Tiantian blinked in confusion. “But I only have five million followers?”

Little Seven sheepishly touched his fingers together.

“Your five-million-follower milestone prize was gone, and I was worried you’d be upset. So, I used my highest authority to apply for a special entry into the event.”

“Your account is growing rapidly—you reached five million followers in under ten days. I wanted to see if I could get you in.”

“But the slots were extremely limited, so I wasn’t sure it would work. I didn’t tell you in advance.”

“I only got the confirmation at the very last moment.”

Little Seven sighed in relief. “Luckily, we made it just in time.”

“And good thing you didn’t let go—otherwise, you’d have ended up with nothing.”

Jiang Tiantian was touched. She hugged Little Seven. “Wuuu~ Little Seven, I misjudged you! You’re so good to me!”

Little Seven pushed her away. “Enough with the sentiment—check what’s inside!”

Jiang Tiantian shook the pouch. It felt light and empty.

She looked up in shock. “Is this… a blank blessing bag?”

Little Seven’s expression froze. He sighed in disappointment.

“Looks like your luck wasn’t great—you actually grabbed an empty bag.”