Diligent Di Qiu'er

"Starting today, your snacks are rationed. If you complete your tasks excellently, you can earn extra snacks as a reward."

Chen Ming laid out a long schedule, and at the sight of it, Di Qiu'er felt the world go black; she nearly keeled over and died right there on the spot.

"Brother, are you crazy?! I only have twelve hours of free time a day?! And I still have to sleep! That leaves even less free time!"

Di Qiu'er felt as if the sky were collapsing. Not only was more than half of her free time gone, but her snacks were also being rationed—this was more painful than killing her.

"No negotiation! If you want to become a king, you have to lose something. Think of your uncles and aunts!"

Chen Ming changed into his coaching gear, looking every bit the strict teacher. He was determined to set an example and lead Di Qiu'er in training.

"I... alright..."

Hearing this, Di Qiu'er thought of her Uncle Di Tian, Aunt Bi Ji, and Aunt Zi Ji. They were still waiting for her, so she had to muster up some courage.

"Then let's start with the first item: choose a sub-profession to study. If you want to become stronger, weapons and equipment are indispensable."

"Although My World has Netherite armor, you must fuse the armor from My World with Battle Armor to forge a god-level Battle Armor. I'll set a small goal for you."

"Eight is a lucky number. Let's keep it simple and aim for an eight-character Battle Armor at the super-artifact level. I will also assist you in the production of your Battle Armor."

Chen Ming waved his hand, and three books appeared on the desk in front of Di Qiu'er, who was sitting in an office chair.

They were: Battle Armor Design: From Entry to Burial, Core Inscription: Starting from the Basics, and How Forging is Forged.

"Three sub-professions: Battle Armor design, inscription of array patterns, and forging. Pick one."

Chen Ming crossed his arms, a whistle hanging around his neck, and waited for Di Qiu'er to choose a sub-profession.

"I... I'll give it a try..."

Di Qiu'er picked up the Battle Armor design book and looked at it for a few moments. One second passed, two seconds passed, three seconds passed.

Thump!

In an instant, Di Qiu'er slumped onto the table and fell asleep. Chen Ming immediately clutched his forehead. Falling asleep in seconds, really? It seemed this knowledge was still too complex for her.

It was like asking a primitive human to work as a research scientist. Di Qiu'er hadn't been in human form for long, so it was truly difficult for her.

However, Chen Ming knew how to handle this. He pulled out a pack of biscuits, and the crisp sound of the plastic bag echoed through the room. Di Qiu'er snapped her head up, her sharp purple eyes instantly locking onto the biscuits in his hand.

"Awoo!"

Di Qiu'er lunged forward like a vicious dragon, but Chen Ming pressed his hand onto her head and pushed her back down.

"Since you shared my memories, you should know a little bit about mecha design, right? Draw a Battle Armor component for me to see."

Chen Ming remembered that he had started learning about Battle Armor early on and could already design a few components. His requirements weren't high; as long as it looked like a piece of Battle Armor, it would suffice.

Di Qiu'er sat at the design table, holding a pen, not knowing how to start drawing for a moment. She tapped it twice, realized no ink was coming out, and immediately asked for help.

"Chen Ming, this pen can't write anything."

"You forgot to unseal it..."

Chen Ming reached out and removed the small plastic tip from the pen. Di Qiu'er tried it again, realized it could write, and had no choice but to start drawing.

After half an hour of effort, Di Qiu'er had bitten through three pens, drawn a golden hat, and even used the drawing paper to fold a paper airplane and throw it away.

Bang!

"Ah!"

Chen Ming didn't hesitate to give her a knock on the head. A bump grew on Di Qiu'er's head, and she looked as meek and submissive as a mistreated young wife.

"Next one. Don't waste time. Inscribe a basic soul guidance array."

Chen Ming placed a piece of metal in front of her. Di Qiu'er picked it up and began to inscribe, the knowledge from Chen Ming's mind flashing through her own.

There were Loop Arrays, Guidance Arrays, and Soul Power Absorption Arrays—all basic arrays. She immediately began to move the pen with vigor.

Crack!

But the next second, the metal plate broke; she had poked through it with her soul power. This time, Chen Ming gave her a solid block of metal to work with, and Di Qiu'er began to inscribe again.

However, the array was crooked and uneven in depth; Chen Ming knew it was a failure.

"I'm done."

Di Qiu'er pushed the inscribed metal toward him. Chen Ming checked it, injected soul power, and it had no effect at all. He immediately threw the metal onto the cactus pot in the corner, ruining it.

"Next one."

Chen Ming skipped it directly. To put it simply, if an ordinary soul guidance array had even the slightest discrepancy, soul power would leak; if it were slightly worse, it would fail; the worst outcome would be a direct explosion.

As for what Di Qiu'er inscribed, it didn't even qualify to explode; it was no different from a child scribbling randomly on metal.

Logically, when he shared his memories with Di Qiu'er, he had already been able to inscribe first-level arrays, and these unranked basic arrays should have been a piece of cake.

Looking at it this way, this child really couldn't do delicate work. It would be better to go forging. With the Skill module, the little Auspicious Beast could forge until the end of time and eventually become a God-level Smith.

Heaven rewards diligence, after all. Chen Ming immediately brought over an anvil, organized a forging room, and accompanied her to forge together.

"Hammer it five hundred times, and I'll reward you with a snack."

Chen Ming pointed to the metal above and said. Di Qiu'er, who had been miserable just a moment ago, suddenly became energetic, pulled out a forging hammer, and began to hammer away fiercely.

Chen Ming also forged metal on the side. Eventually, he broke through to Thousand Refinement and became a third-level blacksmith, while Di Qiu'er smashed two Hundred Refinement hammers and scrapped over thirty pieces of metal.

However, she had finally completed a piece of Hundred Refinement, which could be called a major breakthrough from nothing, and Di Qiu'er finally received a few snacks.

Five packs of biscuits—it really hadn't been easy, and Di Qiu'er was almost moved to tears as time slowly passed by.

At Tiantou Technology Academy, those individuals who had picked a fight last time were severely reprimanded by their homeroom teacher.

It was one thing to fight, as the academy usually turned a blind eye, but the fact that the nine of them had gone to fight four people from the other side and still ended up getting beaten to a pulp was simply intolerable.

If you fight and win, everyone is happy, and the teachers might even praise your spirit, as there must be struggle within the academy for growth; but if you lose, you are just bringing shame to Class One.

Soon, the time for the first semester's final exam arrived, which was a tournament similar to the freshman competition: one-on-one matches where the loser is eliminated and the winner advances.

When the time came, new classes would be divided based on strength, and Chen Ming looked at his number: 666, Arena 20.

"Wuu wuu wuu... Old Chen, we might be separated soon, I can't bear to part with you!"

Feng Rulang wailed with snot and tears, then lunged forward to hug him, only to be held back by Chen Ming's hand.

"Disgusting... wipe your snot off!"

Chen Ming looked at him with eyes full of disdain, and his roommates were also feeling somewhat melancholy, as they knew that if they were ranked by strength later, Chen Ming would definitely be in Class One given his ability.

The rest of them would likely be assigned to Class Two, Class Three, or even Class Four, so they all felt a sense of gloom.