System Reward: Appearance Skyrockets

The next morning, Qin Ze got up for his morning exercise, rain or shine. Unexpectedly, he didn't see Wang Zijing get up. His sister's room door was closed. He felt strange but didn't want to knock and ask. So he went out to exercise alone.

He returned at seven thirty, and both sisters still hadn't gotten up. Qin Ze sat in the hall eating breakfast, casually opening the System interface. Browsing the shop had become his daily entertainment, just like browsing UC every day before.

Opening the System interface, he noticed an "exclamation mark" flashing in the upper right corner. He tapped it lightly, and the interface changed:

"Congratulations, Host, for completing five missions. Please receive your mission reward."

Mission reward?

What the heck!

Behind the prompt, there was a gift box icon.

Qin Ze, with three parts curiosity and three parts anticipation, clicked on the "gift box" icon.

"Ding, congratulations, Host, for receiving one Facial Micro-Adjustment, which has been automatically used."

Facial Micro-Adjustment?

Qin Ze was stunned. The next moment, he felt his face burning hot, and his skin itched as if ants were crawling on it. What was this facial adjustment? Could it be plastic surgery? Don't turn me into some freak.

He jumped up from the chair and rushed into the bathroom.

In front of the large mirror in the bathroom, Qin Ze stood blankly, like a statue.

At this moment, Qin Ze's mind was filled with: Holy crap!

The mirror reflected a rather handsome young man, tall and straight, well-proportioned and athletic, with distinct facial contours. This was Qin Ze's face, but it was somewhat different from usual. His eyebrows were sharper, his eyes were bright and piercing, his nose was high and straight, his lips were slightly thin, and the acne scars on his face had disappeared. His skin was delicate. If he had to use a word to describe it: Face Like Crown Jade.

It was still Qin Ze's face, but his features were more refined than before. He used to be, at best, a little handsome, but now, he was undoubtedly a School Hunk-level handsome guy. Putting him and Zhang Mingyu together, he wouldn't be inferior in the slightest.

His appearance had improved by at least two levels. Now, he could be considered Qin Baobao's real younger brother.

Finally, he didn't have to be ridiculed by outsiders: Tiger Sister Dog Brother.

Not being handsome had always been Qin Ze's worry. First, Qin Baobao was a perfect example; they were born from the same mother, so why was there such a big difference? Second, he was already mediocre, and he wasn't handsome, so how would any pretty girls take a fancy to him?

Actually, Qin Ze's features were regular and quite pleasing to the eye. If he really wanted to find a girlfriend, it wouldn't be impossible. But his standards had long been raised by Qin Baobao. He couldn't stand ordinary girls. Just imagine, marrying a mediocre-looking wife and bringing her home for dinner, and then Qin Baobao sitting next to her, it would be like a mistress and a maid.

Liu Ziqiang's motto: A man should strengthen himself.

Qin Ze's motto: A man doesn't rely on his face to make a living.

See, a hint of bitterness.

Qin Ze was stunned for more than ten seconds, then his eyebrows suddenly twitched, and joy climbed onto his face. He waved his hands and feet, striking a pose of a serf turning into the master of his own destiny.

From now on, I am also a person with looks.

"I stand at the cusp of the storm, tightly grasping the sun and moon to rotate..." Qin Ze sang loudly.

"What are you singing so early in the morning?" Wang Zijing's gentle voice sounded outside the door. She pushed the door open and came in, "Are you done washing up? I'm coming in."

Without waiting for Qin Ze to answer, she pushed the door open and came in.

Their eyes met.

Wang Zijing was stunned. Her hair was messy, and her complexion was a little poor. Originally, she looked sleepy, but now, she suddenly widened her eyes, staring straight at Qin Ze.

Qin Ze felt inexplicably guilty and joked, "What are you staring at?"

Wang Zijing opened her mouth, and it took her a while to react. She rubbed her eyes hard, then stared straight at Qin Ze again.

Rubbing again, looking again!

Qin Ze's mind raced, thinking of an excuse.

Wang Zijing turned around, ran towards the room in slippers, "Baobao... Baobao, wake up, wake up..."

Qin Ze looked at the mirror, touched his chin, and was speechless.

Was the reaction really necessary?

A moment later, Wang Zijing dragged the drowsy Qin Baobao over. Qin Baobao followed closely, squinting, the sleeve of her right hand pulled taut by Wang Zijing, revealing her snow-white, rounded right shoulder.

"Slow down, slow down... What's so good about Qin Ze? He's not some Long-Legged Oppa."

"He, he, he..." Wang Zijing was incoherent, "Am I seeing things? Am I nearsighted? Your brother has become handsome, so handsome. This is unscientific."

"Crazy..." Qin Baobao muttered, "Stop teasing me, okay? Qin Ze handsome? I think your eyes are really playing tricks on you..."

Qin Baobao shut up because she saw Qin Ze standing in front of the mirror. Her hazy, sleepy eyes instantly cleared, and her expression was as if she had seen a ghost.

She was even more surprised than Wang Zijing. Wang Zijing had only known Qin Ze for a short time, but this was her brother of twenty-odd years. She was too familiar with Qin Ze, so familiar that she knew exactly how many acne scars he had on his face.

Qin Baobao stared hard, her sharp eyes making Qin Ze's hair stand on end.

It's no wonder Qin Baobao reacted this way. Anyone would, a close relative who was a loser the day before had turned into a male god overnight.

"You're Qin Ze, right?" Qin Baobao said in a deep voice.

"What do you want to say?" Qin Ze asked back expressionlessly.

Qin Baobao's eyes were sharp, like a Japanese devil interrogating an underground party member, trying to find flaws in Qin Ze, but she failed. Qin Ze was still Qin Ze, his face as before, only more delicate and good-looking.

"What's my favorite food?"

"Chicken Stew with Mushrooms."

"My dream?"

"To be a star."

"The biggest humiliation in my life."

"Your name."

"What color is my underwear?"

"That's a tough question. When you were in junior high school, your underwear was cartoonish, mostly white. In high school, it was mostly white and yellow. After college, the colors and styles increased, but white and yellow were still the most common. After graduation, except for thongs and lingerie, you basically have a few of all the other styles. Oh, you have lingerie too, I don't know which man gave it to you on your birthday, um, black."

Wang Zijing was dumbfounded. What kind of perverted brother was this, knowing his sister's underwear like the back of his hand, narrating it in detail...

Qin Baobao, however, breathed a sigh of relief and patted Wang Zijing's shoulder, "No need to doubt, this is my brother."

She took two steps forward and cupped Qin Ze's face, "How could this happen? I woke up and my loser brother became a male god. I feel like you've changed a lot, but I also feel like you haven't changed much. This face is still my brother."

Wang Zijing was suspicious, "Qin Ze, did you secretly get plastic surgery this morning?"

"Bullshit, plastic surgery requires a recovery period, okay?" Qin Ze shook off his sister's hand and complained.

"What's all the fuss about? Isn't this just how I am? I think I look pretty normal. Are your eyes playing tricks on you?"

Qin Baobao scratched her head: "Could it be that I haven't been paying enough attention to you lately?"

Wang Zijing pondered: "From a biological perspective... never mind, I don't understand biology, but I just think it's unscientific. They say a girl changes eighteen times as she grows, but I've never heard of such a drastic change overnight."

Qin Baobao struck a Conan-esque pose, resting her chin on her hand: "It's not exactly a drastic change, the nose, eyes, and mouth are still Qin Ze. It just feels weird..."

"Makeup is so amazing these days, what's so special about this?" Qin Ze interjected jokingly, "I run and exercise every day, so my complexion has improved. I feel refreshed, and naturally, I have more energy. I look better now."

After rambling for a while, he finally managed to muddle through. His sister reluctantly believed that her brother was naturally beautiful, but his good looks had been "buried" before. Wang Zijing also reluctantly believed that she hadn't paid enough attention to Qin Ze before, and that he had always been this handsome...

After Qin Baobao finished breakfast, she had to go to work. Before leaving, she held Qin Ze's face and looked at it for a long time. As she turned around, she muttered something and went out to work.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

"I'm going to the market, want to come?"

"No, I'm not feeling well."

Qin Ze's heart stirred: "Auntie's here?"

Wang Zijing's dignified oval face flushed slightly, and she gave him a reproachful look: "No."

"But I can smell a faint bloody scent on you, and I can tell from your complexion." Qin Ze brazenly discussed 'Auntie' with his sister's bestie.

"Did Baobao tell you?" Wang Zijing was generous and not angry at Qin Ze's abruptness.

"I know traditional Chinese medicine."

"Bragging, huh?"

"Believe it or not, I'm telling the truth. It's a good thing you don't have menstrual cramps, unlike Qin Baobao, otherwise, you'd suffer." Qin Ze put on an expression of "I haven't read much, but you can't fool me": "Besides, you haven't showered, so what else could it be but 'Auntie'?"

Wang Zijing blushed with shame and glared at him: "Can we not talk about this?"

"Okay, okay, I'm going out."

The Facial Micro-Adjustment from the System reward had an immediate effect. This could be seen from the reactions of Qin Baobao and Wang Zijing. As Qin Ze walked down the street, he felt this change once again.

A young woman was walking towards him on the sidewalk. When they were still a dozen meters apart, she stared intently at Qin Ze's face, and her gaze remained fixed on Qin Ze's face until they brushed past each other.

Also, while waiting for the traffic lights, several schoolgirls in uniform, middle school students, were chatting and laughing, but their watery eyes were constantly stealing glances at Qin Ze.

Qin Ze's mood was excited all day. He was finally enjoying Qin Baobao's treatment, being the center of attention wherever he went, with girls and women stealing glances at him.

He was tall and well-proportioned, handsome and dashing, a real Long-Legged Oppa in the eyes of women.

If one had to pick out a flaw, it would probably be the ordinary temperament he had cultivated over twenty-odd years, which would be difficult to reverse in a short period.