A Perfectly Matched Marriage~

Then he began staging photos.

At times, he held a scroll of scriptures, wearing a melancholy, contemplative expression.

At times, he stood before the black-and-white photograph for a long while. Even with only his back visible, the image was full of tension.

At times, he handmade a silk flower and photographed it half-finished, layer upon layer of petals, light and shadow playing across his face.

At times...

After finishing the still-life photo set, Jing Yi still was not satisfied. He went outside to pick a leaf, washed it clean, held it to his lips, and slowly played a very primitive, crude rendition of Für Elise.

It was a video.

On Earth, Für Elise had merely been an introductory piano piece. Basically, anyone with even a little musical knowledge could play it, so it was not a great choice for showing off. But this was an alien planet. A classic was a classic because the simpler it was, the more it could move people's hearts. Jing Yi closed his eyes, and the notes seemed like dancing sprites. After recording it, even he was a little intoxicated when he played it back. Let alone everyone else.

Once everything was ready, Jing Yi happily uploaded the photos and video to his homepage, then left a message—

"No matter what, I married the man I had always dreamed of. Even though he is already in heaven, I always feel that he is with me every moment—From now on, I will show everyone my daily married life. I am truly sorry that I only had time to go online now. I am currently on Gold Star for a second gene compatibility examination. Perhaps very soon, I will be able to have a child carrying half of his genes..."

Looking at those words, he was nearly moved by himself.

The devoted, unwavering persona was such a great way to rack up popularity points! Had he not seen how many utterly deranged bosses had been whitewashed by brainless fans simply because they possessed that "devoted and unwavering" trait? Sometimes, bosses of that type were even more popular than the protagonist. In fanworks, authors would cry as they arranged happy endings for them, completely ignoring what they were truly like.

Sure enough, with several carefully selected photos and a video accompanied by a classic tune, Jing Yi was pushed onto the trending list by a surging tide of fans in barely five minutes. Comments and likes rolled upward nonstop, as if they had taken Stride and simply could not stop!

See? Sometimes becoming an internet celebrity was just that easy!

At the same time, Qin Meng opened the photos and looked at his own memorial hall, the offerings, the black-and-white photograph, and Jing Xiaoyi in white clothes and white pants putting on an act.

Major Qin: "..."

Chapter 15: A Perfectly Matched Marriage~

After finishing his performance, Jing Yi logged out and began searching for information on methods of tempering mental power.

Over the past two days, he had explored the use of mental power on his own and discovered that it truly was incredibly useful! It could be used for far more than biological mecha manufacturing. In daily life, whether cooking or sewing clothes, he could complete tasks faster and better when using mental power—what could make a handicraft enthusiast happier than such a benefit?

Moreover, Jing Yi had a dream. He hoped that one day, he could build himself a mecha—one that was unique and outrageously flashy. Then he would pilot his own mecha, sweep through everything in his path, and conquer the endless sea of stars.

Although his mental power was only D-rank, any Mi Star person would have told him with common sense that a D-rank mental power loser should hurry up, wash up, and go to bed. What was the point of thinking so much? His innate conditions had already determined that he would never amount to anything!

But Jing Xiaoyi was an outsider. He did not possess that common sense, so he refused to believe in such nonsense.

No matter how poor his talent was, hard work could always make up for it. He did not dare compare himself to S-rank or A-rank geniuses; being better than yesterday's self was enough.

Grain by grain, sand became a tower; bit by bit, fur became a coat. Sooner or later, he would accomplish what others believed he could not!

With such grand ambitions, Jing Yi searched carefully.

Mental power was so important and spread throughout every corner of the Federation. He did not believe the Mi Star people had not developed systematic training methods for it.

Of course, even if they truly had not, he still had a direction in which to work.

Martial arts novels had mentioned that if one wanted to train the fastest blade, one only needed to swing it ten thousand times every day. Persist for several years, and divine skill would naturally take shape.

Fantasy novels had mentioned that for unscientific abilities such as mental power, spiritual power, magical power, and the like, the simplest way to temper them was to exhaust them completely every day. When they recovered, one would discover that they had increased by a trace and become denser.

These were basic, clumsy methods. If possible, he still wanted to combine them with the Federation's existing research results—only effort paired with the right direction would let him go faster and farther.

Then, just as he had hoped, he found seven strange line drawings online.

After staring wide-eyed at them for a long time, he determined that the only thing those seven patterns, which went from simple to complex, had in common was that each consisted of only a single line. They twisted, knotted, and intertwined in the middle. He could smoothly follow the simplest three, while the next two were somewhat difficult to look at, though he eventually figured them out. As for the final two, merely looking at them for a few moments made him dizzy. Refusing to give up, he challenged himself, only for his vision to go black and for him to nearly faint.

Afterward, he discovered that his mental power had been drained dry in an instant. It took him a long time to recover. This crude method was far too damaging, and he did not dare try it again lightly.