Unlike Feng Yuhuai, who is impervious to persuasion and overly cautious in her vigilance.

Cang Qingsen is clearly the "ideal target for electronic fraud." A simple text message was enough to easily break through his defenses and tie him down with an invisible electronic ankle bracelet.

"What a good kid, single-handedly saving the unfortunate and precarious unicorn!"

Feng Mu watched as the confidence returned to his fifth senior brother's face, and internally marveled at the bright future his new track offered.

"I should find an opportunity to offer some guidance to my fifth senior brother, to repay him for his technical support," thought Feng Mu. He was always someone who understood gratitude and reciprocation.

After his fifth senior brother helped install the tracking software on his phone, Feng Mu returned to the courtyard to continue honing his martial arts skills.

Hong Ya looked at the young apprentice, surprised. After being busy for a while and then coming back, her face slightly stiffened as she thought he had finished practicing for the night.

She was ready to stop and unwind with a show before bed.

Unexpectedly, the young apprentice was only taking a short halftime break.

Hong Ya's heart tightened. Her long, once-relaxed hair was deftly tied back into a bun before she followed small apprentice's footsteps, resuming her practice.

Zhao Zhixin watched the scene before him with a heavy gaze, suddenly feeling that peanuts had lost their flavor, becoming tasteless.

He opened his mouth slightly, his lips moving as if to say something but then swallowing the words instead.

In the end, he chose to turn a blind eye, gently turning his head, planning to indulge in Second Senior Sister's wine for a taste. As he turned, he saw Liu Xie already downing the gourd of wine and striding back to her room.

Soon, the courtyard was empty.

Only Feng Mu remained, lost in his martial arts practice, with a bun-headed figure yawning behind him, practicing as if in a dream.

Time slowly passed.

[Seven Kills Fist: Blood and Flesh Two Solutions - Intermediate Skill Proficiency +14]

[Soul-Seeking Step: Blood and Flesh Two Solutions - Elementary Skill Proficiency +10]

[Senluo Finger: Blood and Flesh Two Solutions - Elementary Skill Proficiency +20]

[Edibility of raw iron increases ↑, +3.3%.]

[Calamity Iron Edibility -]

[Today's settlement screen is as follows:

[Current Edibility Slot 1: Raw Iron (Edibility 35.6/100%, Stockpile 2%.)

[Current Edibility Slot 2: [Nine Nether Evil Iron (Edibility 5.8%/100%, Stockpile 2.2%).]

Today's "card draw" yielded no results, still just an ordinary day.

At 05:30 am, slightly exhausted, Feng Mu returned to his room to sleep. Hong Ya, on the other hand, couldn't remember when she returned to bed, only that she had nightmares all night.

In her dreams, she was diligently practicing martial arts, as if possessed.

...

April 18, Monday, morning. A new day began with the lights turning on in Upper City.

Cang Qingsen groggily got out of his warm bed and glanced at the text message he received before falling asleep.

——[School Notice] Your academic record has an anomaly and requires reauthentication. Please click the link below to complete the process to avoid affecting your citizen exam eligibility application. [Link]

Cang Qingsen blinked, his thick eyebrows slightly raised, "Strange, I clearly followed the link's instructions and refilled my personal details in detail. Why haven't I received a reply after sending them?"

He grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Even if there are omissions in the resubmitted data, they should at least give a clear response. The administration office's people work so crudely and carelessly."

After venting a few complaints, Cang Qingsen got out of bed, quickly folding his quilt neatly, like a tofu block with sharp edges.

After finishing his morning routine, he stepped into the dining room, where his mother and uncle were already enjoying breakfast at the table.

Cang Qingsen sat upright in the chair, politely greeting his uncle, then curiously asked, "Uncle, how come you're here so early today?"

While munching on a bun with juice splattering, Chang Wei mumbled, "We're all family, relax and don't be so uptight."

Cang Qingsen set down his chopsticks, sitting even straighter, respectfully responding, "Understood, Uncle."

Chang Wei gently shook his head, waving his hand with some helplessness, "Alright, having breakfast is what matters now."

He paused briefly, then continued, "I heard from your mom that you're only aiming to meet the citizen exam level, and don't plan to continue higher education, instead wanting to join the prison system where I work?"

Cang Qingsen nodded seriously, saying firmly, "Indeed, my Root Bone quality isn't outstanding, and my grades barely meet the citizen exam requirement. Continuing to invest significant energy and money into the lowest-tier higher education institutions is a waste of time. I think it's better to enter society earlier and seek a suitable development path."

Chang Wei's eyes flashed a hint of approval, mixed with a trace of regret.

Cang Qingsen continued, "After thorough consideration, I believe the prison system where you work is my best starting point. I'm very interested in this field. I believe that a prison is not just a place to detain criminals, but also a special and unique university, benefiting me for a lifetime."

Chang Wei looked at his nephew's resolute expression, knowing that further persuasion would be futile.

Besides, he could hear Cang Qingsen's high assessment of the prison system, which stirred a sense of professional pride within him.

He laughed heartily, chewing the bun more vigorously, with the juice splattering onto his clothes, yet he was unconcerned.

Cang Qingsen frowned slightly but didn't consciously avoid the juice splattered on his sleeve.

His mother couldn't help but speak up, seeing the scene, "Your clothes are dirty. Take them off, and I'll wash them for you."

But Chang Wei just shook his head, quickly finishing the bun, casually wiping his mouth, and then jokingly said, "It's no problem. When I go to work, there are inmates who can wash my clothes. If they can't clean them, I'll twist their arms off to teach them how."

Cang Qingsen instinctively licked the juice at the corner of his lips, then carefully wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Just then, Chang Wei turned to Cang Qingsen with some advice, "Since you've already decided, it just so happens that there's an opening in the Second Prison. Your uncle here still holds some weight in the Second Prison area. I've already put your resume through connections; there shouldn't be too much of an issue."

He paused, then continued, "However, during this time, you should focus on preparing for the citizen exam. Once it's over, I'll take you to officially join the Second Prison area."

Cang Qingsen solemnly nodded in agreement.

After breakfast, he shouldered his backpack and left. After walking some distance, he turned into a nearby dark alley.

Deep in the alley, a few kittens only two months old cuddled together inside a worn-out cardboard box.

The mother cat wasn't present, probably out scavenging for food in the trash heap.

Cang Qingsen slowly approached. The kittens, sensing a human presence, immediately crawled out of the box, wary and retreating.

He crouched down, carefully taking a meat bun wrapped in a napkin out of his pocket, gently tearing open the dough to let the tempting aroma fill the air.

The kittens cautiously approached, and upon confirming that this "frightening two-legged beast" posed no threat, they relaxed and began to vie for the delicious meat bun.

Cang Qingsen gazed down at the food-snatching kittens, his attention quickly drawn to one particularly glossy and clean kitten.

Suddenly, he seized that kitten tightly, using its pristine fur to wipe the stubborn grease off his sleeve.

However, the stain quickly spread across the sleeve, the cat hair sticking to it, and the struggling kitten's fur became messy and lost its original luster and smoothness.

Disappointment flashed in Cang Qingsen's eyes. He muttered softly, "It's dirty, not pretty anymore."

After a moment's pause, he sighed deeply and gently said to the kitten, who was mewling mournfully, "But it's okay. Don't be scared. I'll make you clean and beautiful again."

A quarter of an hour passed.

The mother cat returned with food in its mouth, quickly noticing the abnormality in the box, and let out a heart-wrenching wail.

Inside the box, a kitten, entirely blood-red without a trace of blemish, lay there silently, motionless. Even its wide-open pupils were painted red.

Outside the box, several trembling kittens huddled together, their eyes filled with confusion and fear, with meat bun remnants still at the corners of their mouths.

Meanwhile,

in the darkness, a sinister eye coldly watched the scene unfold…

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