Scalp-Tingling

Yang Zhen'er walked over with a suspicious look, picked up the round eraser from the ground, examined it carefully, then squatted down next to the Little Chubby Girl and removed her little hand from her forehead. "Did it hurt? I clearly used much less force this time than last time."

The Little Chubby Girl tilted her head back as Yang Zhen'er examined her forehead, saying, "Old Fairy Sister is so accurate! You hit the same spot twice, making the injury worse and the pain even worse!"

"Little Bell..." Yang Zhen'er cupped the Little Chubby Girl's face in her hands.

"Ah?"

Yang Zhen'er suddenly raised her voice and said quickly, "You're lying! I didn't hit you at all, did I? The eraser just froze in front of you, didn't it?"

The chubby Little Chubby Girl, her face cradled in her hands, stared at her "fairy sister" in a daze. Time ticked by, and slowly, her eyes began to well up with tears. Then, a tear gushed from her eye, sliding down her chubby face and rolling into Yang Zhen'er's hand.

Yang Zhen'er was startled, even more so than when she saw the eraser hovering in the air. She quickly hugged the Little Chubby Girl, gently patting her back and apologizing repeatedly, "Little Bell, your fairy sister wasn't going to scold you, she was just joking! Don't cry, don't cry! Your fairy sister is naughty, she'll flick your forehead with the eraser later, and I definitely won't dodge! Don't cry, don't cry, I'll let you order takeout later, you can order whatever you want..."

Liu Shiling, with tears still clinging to her eyelashes, rested her head on Yang Zhen'er's shoulder, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She wasn't deliberately showing off her acting skills—she really couldn't act out a crying scene. At most, she could yell "I'm crying, Sister Fairy!" but she couldn't squeeze out any tears—unless she secretly pinched her thigh a few times.

She was flustered when Yang Zhen'er exposed her lie, and then realized that it was wrong of her to lie to the old fairy sister. However, she had promised Uncle Baldy not to reveal the "magical truth" to the old fairy sister for the time being. So, caught in this dilemma, the strong conflict between her promise and her morality, coupled with the thought of how good the old fairy sister had always been to her, made her anxious and troubled, not knowing what to do, and she started to cry.

Surprisingly, I managed to get away with it by using tears.

However, she is actually extremely curious now, because just a moment ago, when she was highly focused and paying close attention to the old fairy sister's eraser, she really did control the eraser.

This control doesn't seem to be direct, but rather indirect, through the "Chocolate" and "Ice Cream" in her pocket.

This eraser feels different from all of Uncle Baldy's other Coin, beads, and various other "magical treasures" that I don't know what they are. It has a feeling that is both unfamiliar and familiar.

Yes, that feeling of warmth and familiarity is exactly the feeling I got from the "Old Fairy Sister".

It seems that eraser is the old fairy sister's "magic treasure," but this eraser shouldn't have been given to her by the bald uncle, so how could it have magical abilities?

Hmm, I'll have to ask Uncle Baldy on QQ later.

As the Little Chubby Girl pondered this, she sniffed, and half-heartedly followed Yang Zhen'er's comforting words, wiping away her tears and snot before sitting back down on the sofa.

Yang Zhen'er "ingratiatingly" came over to get her the phone so she could order food, and then the two chatted and laughed happily while ordering.

When the takeout arrived a while later, we were even happier while eating it. We discussed the taste of the dishes and reminisced about the delicious food we had in Chongyun Village. The two of us, one big and one small, were immediately enjoying each other's company again.

But the Little Chubby Girl was eager to go back and report the emergency to Uncle Baldy on QQ, so she made an excuse that a book she wanted to read and study was at home and wanted to go home first.

However, she forgot that her mother was still at the company and hadn't returned yet. Even if she went home, Yang Zhen'er would definitely follow her.

As a result, Yang Zhen'er took her home with her. She then took her books and iPad to study in her room, while Yang Zhen'er sat on her bed, playing with her eraser while secretly observing her.

Although Yang Zhen'er's attempt to coax the Little Chubby Girl out of her truth by exaggerating failed, she did manage to cry out, which startled her and made her hesitant to bring up the matter again. However, this did not mean that she had let it go.

She was absolutely certain, absolutely certain, that she had just seen the eraser hover in front of the Little Chubby Girl's forehead.

If it were any other eraser, she might wonder if she was imagining things, or if the eraser had simply stuck to the Little Chubby Girl's forehead and, perhaps because of the sweat, had just frozen in place.

But Yang Zhen'er had an inexplicable sense of certainty about this eraser in all its states, as if she knew exactly where it would land and where it would bounce the moment she threw it.

So she had a very clear and direct feeling when the eraser suddenly became suspended in mid-air, just like when a yawn was forcibly stopped halfway through.

Why did that happen?

If the Little Chubby Girl were as surprised as she was, she might suspect the problem lay with her. But clearly, the Little Chubby Girl's first reaction after discovering the eraser hovering was to pretend nothing had happened and try to get away with it by being cute. That's a big problem!

But if I have a special connection with that eraser, why am I being controlled by the Little Chubby Girl?

Could it be that the Little Chubby Girl has the ability to manipulate objects remotely?

Yang Zhen'er squinted and looked the Little Chubby Girl up and down as she sat at the desk, studying math with her books and iPad, recalling her unusual behavior when she was playing games earlier.

However, the final conclusion was:

Ah~, she truly is our precious Little Bell; even when she's studying diligently, she's so adorable.

Tang Baona got home early tonight, but surprisingly, she didn't see Zhen'er and Little Bell at home. On her way back, she even quickened her pace, thinking she would get home early to play games with them. Not only Zhen'er, but she had also recently become a bit obsessed with the "Coin collision" game.

It wasn't just the game itself that was appealing; more importantly, while playing the game, she felt a growing connection with her Coin.

It was as if they weren't using Coin for the game, but rather their respective tamed "battle pets."

Not only the "Coin Clash" game, but almost all the Coin games designed by the Little Chubby Girl have this effect.

Or perhaps it's because the Coin games designed by the Little Chubby Girl are very suitable for them to play with Coin, allowing them to immerse themselves in the game and manipulate and control the Coin in various ways. This enhances their connection with Coin, just like playing with a pet can strengthen their bond and understanding.

To others, this analogy would probably seem absurd—who keeps Coin as pets? That's insane!

But for Tang Baona and Yang Zhen'er, this metaphor was inexplicably apt.

The Little Chubby Girl, however, is undoubtedly a Coin master. Her understanding and familiarity with Coin has reached another level, and she can easily create fun games based on Coin.

Furthermore, the Little Chubby Girl's masterful control over the Coin led Tang Baona, who believed the appearance and following of the "Little Sprite" were related to the "lucky Coin" given to her by Xiang Kun, to secretly speculate:

Perhaps Little Bell also knows about the existence of the "Little Sprite"?

It was rare for her to get home so early, but with neither her third brother nor Lingdang around, and no games to play, Tang Baona suddenly felt a bit bored.

If Zhen'er took Little Bell home so early, it's most likely because Little Bell was sleepy and they wanted to take her home to sleep. Judging from the takeout containers in the trash can, they didn't eat out for dinner today; they ate at home, which is quite unusual lately. I wonder if it's because Little Bell got sleepy early today?

Tang Baona was a little worried that Little Bell might be feeling unwell, so she sent WeChat to Zhen'er to ask. The reply she received was that Little Bell was studying, so she was relieved.

After considering it for a moment, Tang Baona decided not to go to Little Bell's house again. Instead, she returned to her room, turned on her laptop, logged into her Bilibili account, and checked the data of the various videos she had uploaded.

She hasn't updated her social media for a long time, and many fans have even speculated in the comments section of her old videos whether she got married or had a baby...

She stared at the comments for a while, speechless, wondering if she should record another song and upload it.

Of course, she doesn't have the recording equipment here right now, so she can only do some preliminary preparations, choose a song, come up with an arrangement idea, and practice a bit.

Tang Baona browsed around several music platforms, listening to songs that ranked high on various charts that she hadn't heard before, looking for any that sounded good and then checking if she could cover them.

After choosing a favorite ancient-style song, Tang Baona found the official instrumental track and hummed along with the lyrics twice.

Suddenly on a whim, she looked up, squinted at the lamp in the room, and said, "Little Sprite, what do you think of this song? Is it nice?"

A few seconds passed, and the room lights didn't change at all. She didn't think much of it; she often asked the lights this question when she was alone these past few days. Although the "Little Sprite" would occasionally respond, most of the time there was no response.

Just as she was about to continue humming and practicing, the song on the computer suddenly switched automatically to "Learn to Meow," the song Little Apple had taught the Little Chubby Girl before.

"Let's learn to meow together~ Let's meow together~ Let's be cute in front of you~ Oh, meow~~"

Tang Baona was stunned for a moment. What was going on? The player automatically switched songs?

But when she tried to change the song on the computer, she realized something, tilted her head back, and squinted, saying, "Little Sprite, is that you?"

The lights dimmed and then brightened.

Do you like this song?

The lights dimmed and then brightened again.

Do you want to hear me sing?

The lights flickered twice.

Tang Baona was very happy and prepared to find the accompaniment for the song, but to her surprise, the accompaniment had already been found.

"Little Sprite, did you do this? You can actually operate the computer like this, that's amazing!" Tang Baona said happily.

Then she began to hum along softly to the accompaniment, and as she sang, she even started making gestures.

"Little Sprite, what other songs would you like to hear? I'll find them all and sing them for you!"

"Our Little Bell sings this song even cuter, so adorable! Oh, I'll show you the video of her singing this song, it's so cute, so adorable!"

Haha, you agree with me, right?

"Oh, by the way, do you... know Little Bell too?"

"So you do know Little Bell! Do you know Xiang Kun? And Lao Xia? Zhen'er! You should know our friends who used to live together in that house in Chongyun Village."

Do they know you?

While chatting one-way, Tang Baona hummed along to the songs automatically selected by the computer.

Sometimes the light would respond, sometimes it wouldn't, but she didn't mind, because this level of communication was already very rare for her, giving her the feeling that a "Little Sprite" was watching over her in the room.

Shiling's Mother came home relatively early today, so Yang Zhen'er didn't stay too long. She planned to go back and discuss it with Nana to refine her previous assumptions, and then try to "bribe" Little Bell again tomorrow.

Back home, as soon as Yang Zhen'er entered, she heard accompaniment music and Nana's singing coming from the room. The song she was singing... "Green grass by the riverbank, the sky never grows old?" sounded like an old song. Was Nana planning to release a new cover video?

As I changed into slippers and headed towards my room, Nana suddenly stopped singing and seemed to be talking to someone.

Yang Zhen'er immediately perked up, squinted her eyes, and with a curious (gossipy) expression, tiptoed over to eavesdrop at the door.

"This song is really nice. I heard it when I was a kid. When did you first hear it? Or is it a song from your generation?"

Do you think I'm better suited to singing cute songs, melancholic love songs, or uplifting inspirational songs?

"My online fans all say I have a mature, assertive voice, like my voice is a whip, that's ridiculous!"

"Ah, I feel a little hungry. I'd like to order takeout, but I'm afraid of gaining weight. When I lived in Chongyun Village, Xiang Kun ruined my weight loss plan. Now that I've finally managed to get it back on track, am I going to give up halfway?"

"By the way, are you hungry? Should I order you one too?"

At first, Yang Zhen'er thought Nana was chatting with Xiang Kun via video or phone, but as she listened, it didn't seem like it.

A sense of unease crept into her heart. Had Nana found someone else she liked? Had her secret plan to use Nana to sneak into the Chef Xiang's restaurant failed?

So she secretly peeked through the half-open door and found that Nana was lying on her back on the bed talking, but her phone was on the computer desk next to her, her Bluetooth headset was also on the desk, and her laptop did not show that she was having a video call. There was no one else in the room except Nana.

Who is Nana talking to?!

Yang Zhen'er suddenly felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet, and her scalp tingled.