It’s normal to have skills in Wangwang, right?

The kitchen of Tezuka's apartment was filled with the unique aroma of herbs and ingredients. Liu Lingyin, wearing a light blue apron, watched intently as the soup simmered in the clay pot. Outside the window, the twilight in Munich deepened, and the distant church spires cast gentle silhouettes in the setting sun.

She gently placed the last few pieces of herbs into the soup, covered the pot, and turned down the heat.

During the daytime shopping trip with Falitas, she specifically selected these ingredients suitable for medicinal cuisine: high-quality local German chicken, fresh yams and lotus seeds, along with a few mild and invigorating medicinal herbs.

"I almost broke my promise," Lingyin murmured to herself, a slight smile appearing on her lips.

She played all day today, and the medicinal food she said she would make for Tezuka is still not ready!

Soft footsteps echoed in the living room. Tezuka had finished his day's rehabilitation training, had just showered, and was wearing simple loungewear. His gaze, behind his glasses, fell on the busy figure in the kitchen.

"Do you need any help?" His voice was as serious and calm as ever, but it had a touch more warmth than before.

Lingyin turned around and smiled: "No need, I'll be done soon. I specially made a medicinal chicken soup to consolidate the treatment effect today, as well as a few light side dishes."

The two sat facing each other at the table. The simple meal of three dishes and a soup exuded a comforting, homey atmosphere. Tezuka ate quietly, his movements elegant and measured, occasionally offering simple yet sincere comments on the taste of the dishes: "It tastes very good, thank you!"

When dinner was over, Tezuka put down his chopsticks and sat up straight. This subtle change made Suzune stop what she was doing and look up at him.

Tezuka's voice was more composed than usual as he said, "The results of today's comprehensive examination are in."

Lingyin was confident in the effectiveness of her treatment, but still asked curiously, "What did the doctor say?"

“Fully recovered.” A barely perceptible glint flashed in Tezuka’s eyes. “All the test results are within the standard range for professional athletes. The attending physician said that my recovery speed has exceeded their expectations.”

"That's wonderful!" Lingyin smiled sincerely, a warm current of accomplishment and joy welling up in her heart. This was her biggest goal for this trip, and now it had been perfectly achieved.

Tezuka nodded and continued, "The date of the National Tournament is getting closer. I've already booked the earliest flight back to Japan."

The air fell silent for a moment. Rin blinked, then smiled and nodded: "It's time to go back. Your Seigaku teammates are definitely waiting for you."

She had expected this outcome. After all, Tezuka's core belief was probably that he had been subjected to excessive manipulation. It would be strange if he didn't go back as soon as he recovered.

"Your medicinal diet and those suggestions to aid recovery were very helpful." Tezuka rarely expressed his gratitude so directly. "Thank you."

Rin shook her head: "I just did what I could. The most important thing is Tezuka's own perseverance and hard work."

That farewell dinner ended in a peaceful and warm atmosphere. Tezuka cleared away the dishes, while Suzune wrote down a list of follow-up care suggestions she had prepared and left it with him.

Munich Airport. Tezuka, pushing a suitcase and carrying a tennis bag, nodded slightly to the departing bell.

"Have a safe journey, Tezuka-kun. See you in Japan."

"You too, don't be careless when you travel, see you in Japan."

Without any further sentimental words, they said goodbye in the simplest way possible. Tezuka turned and walked into the security checkpoint, his back straight as a pine tree, just as always.

After bidding farewell to Tezuka, Rin's trip in Germany suddenly quickened its pace. Farita specially arranged several relaxing and interesting activities—a morning stroll in the Sanssouci Palace Gardens in Potsdam, a small concert at the Semper Opera House in Dresden, and the vibrant graffiti art near the Berlin Wall ruins.

On the last day, Faritas drove her to Frankfurt Airport.

The composed German youth said with gratitude in his eyes, "My family and I really love the perfumes you gave us, especially the one that helps with sleep. My father treasured it after using it. Thank you so much for helping my father get a good night's sleep."

"Are we still friends? Why be so polite? As long as you like it, that's fine. Just let me know when you're done using it, and I'll send you another one."

Touched, the young German man didn't say anything sentimental, but simply gave her a friendly hug: "My dear friend, remember to keep in touch."

Liu Lingyin gave him a light hug. "Yes, Faritas, thank you for your company during this time. I will."

As Lingyin boarded the flight to England, her heart was filled with complex emotions. Her trip to Germany was over; her most important goal had been achieved, and under Faritas's guidance, Liu Lingyin had enjoyed a few days of fun. Now, she would go directly to England, without needing to meet up with Allen; Allen would return to England directly from France.

Liu Lingyin sat in her seat, took out her earphones from her bag, and prepared to fill the rest of the flight with music.

Just then, someone sat down in the empty seat next to me.

Lingyin subconsciously looked up, then froze.

The young man sitting next to me had platinum blonde curly hair that shone even in the dim light of the cabin, the ends curling slightly and cascading down his neck. His profile was almost sharp and beautiful, with a high nose bridge, incredibly long eyelashes, and pink lips that would make any woman envious—all of which highlighted his striking good looks.

The handsome young man seemed to notice her gaze, turned his head, and revealed a pair of clear blue eyes.

Upon recognizing Liu Lingyin, the young man raised an eyebrow slightly and revealed an elegant smile: "This beautiful Miss Liu, we meet again."

Lingyin quickly returned the smile politely.

This face... Camus.

"Hello, Mr. Camus."

Camus nodded, placed his small suitcase on the overhead luggage rack, picked up his tennis bag, and sat down gracefully, his movements fluid and elegant.

"Just call me Camus."

“Uh… okay, Camus.”

The plane taxied slowly on the runway, then accelerated and took off. Lingyin gazed at the gradually shrinking city skyline outside the window and let out a soft breath.

Once the plane reached stable flight, the flight attendants began serving drinks. Camus asked for a glass of water, while Rinne opted for orange juice.

"A trip to England?" Camus suddenly asked, his voice as gentle and elegant as his appearance.

Lingyin thought for a moment and replied honestly, "My uncle's family is in England. I was supposed to be visiting relatives and traveling at the same time, but I actually changed it to traveling and visiting relatives at the same time."

"Hahaha......"

Camus gently swirled the water in his glass, the ice cubes making a soft clinking sound: "Europe is definitely worth visiting this time of year."

"It's actually quite good." Lingyin paused, but still made a small complaint, "except for the unpredictable weather in London."

“Yes, the weather in London is like a child, it can change its mind in an instant,” Camus agreed with a bright, triumphant smile.

During the rest of the flight, the two chatted about their impressions of European tourist attractions. Camus talked a lot about the unique sights in the various countries he had visited, and of course, he also mentioned that he had proposed to his "darling" at each of those places.

Hearing this, Liu Lingyin once again admired the other party's strong mentality (shamelessness).

"Camus did visit many places on his round-the-world trip, but it seems he only went to Beijing in China, which is a bit of a pity. I suggest that if you plan to travel to Asia again, you can visit other famous attractions in China. It will definitely make your trip worthwhile."

Before they knew it, the two of them had been chatting all the way, visiting tourist attractions they knew, except for occasionally glancing at the clouds outside the window.

As the plane began its descent and the British cities gradually came into view, Camus suddenly closed the book and turned to Lingyin: "If you have time, you can visit the places I recommended; you'll find it worthwhile."

This unexpected kindness surprised Suzune: "Thank you so much. If I have the chance... I'll go."

"Have a pleasant journey, Miss Lingyin. I will also consider your suggestion to travel to China," Camus said with a light laugh.

"Yes, I also wish you a pleasant journey."

Camus was even more pleased when he heard Liu Lingyin say "you guys".

The plane landed smoothly at the airport.

As Lingyin walked toward the exit with her luggage, she saw Allen waving his arm excitedly from afar.

She glanced back and saw Camus give her a warm smile and a graceful wave before walking off in another direction with his tennis bag and a travel bag slung over his shoulder.

"Rin! Over here!" Allen ran over and gave her a warm hug. "How was Germany? Did you have fun?"

"Yes! I'm very happy," Lingyin replied with a smile.

The rain in England always comes silently. Liu Lingyin stood by the window on the second floor of her uncle's house, looking at the roses in the garden wet with the drizzle, and let out a soft breath. Her suitcase was already packed and stood by the door—much heavier than when she arrived, filled with souvenirs and notes she had collected in Germany and France, as well as several bottles of perfume she had made herself.

"Aren't you really going to stay a few more days?" Aunt Emma asked, carrying a cup of red tea into the room, her voice tinged with reluctance. "There's still a while left in the holiday."

Lingyin turned around, took the teacup, and felt the warmth of the tea in her palm: "The plane ticket was booked a long time ago. Besides, I should go back and prepare for the start of school."

Alan's light footsteps echoed downstairs. "Rin! Are you really going to give that bottle of 'Afterglow' to Tristan?" He rushed into the room, his eyes shining.

Liu Lingyin couldn't help but laugh: "Yes."

She took out a carefully packaged small gift box from her suitcase. Inside was a perfume she had specially blended. The top notes were cool cedar, the middle notes transitioned to warm iris, and the base notes were calming amber. This perfume, which she named "Afterglow," was specially designed to remove the odor of sweat.

Honestly, no matter how handsome or dashing European men are, they can't hide their body odor, especially after exercising.

Ever since she came across Allen's intoxicating scent before he showered after a workout, Liu Lingyin wanted to make an anti-odor perfume. She made it when she went to France and should have sent it a long time ago, but since Allen stayed there, the perfume was also left there. Later, when she went to Germany, she never saw it and forgot about it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll deliver it for you.” Allen carefully took the gift box, as if it were a fragile treasure. “But are you really not considering leaving a little later? There’s a great classical music concert in London next week…”

Lingyin shook her head and began to take out the gifts for her uncle and aunt one by one: a replica of a cuckoo clock from the Black Forest in Germany, a CD of the Berlin Symphony Orchestra recommended by Falitas, an antique perfume bottle she found in an old perfume shop in Paris... Each gift was accompanied by a small card written by her, expressing her gratitude and blessings in English that was not yet very fluent.

"Thank you, Xiaoyin. But this is just this once. Please don't spend money next time," Uncle Liu said with a gentle smile after accepting the numerous gifts on the table.

My aunt offered the same advice.

"Just this once," Rinne nodded in assurance.

******

Heathrow Airport was as bustling as ever. Liu Lingyin pushed a luggage cart with more bags than when she arrived, and carried her backpack to check in her luggage.

"Remember to let me know when you arrive safely," Uncle Liu reminded her as he helped her with the check-in procedures.

"it is good!"

“I will definitely deliver Tristan’s gift,” Allen assured him again.

Lingyin was both amused and exasperated: "There's no need to make that promise again."

Saying goodbye is always rushed. After checking her luggage, with her uncle, aunt, and Allen giving her instructions, Liu Lingyin, carrying a backpack, said goodbye to each of them and then turned to enter the VIP security checkpoint.

Yes, this time she used the VIP service. The expensive price made her hesitate for three seconds when paying, but considering the more than ten-hour flight, the cramped seats in economy class, and the inevitable fatigue, she clicked confirm anyway.

After all, Liu Lingyin made money this time, so of course she should enjoy herself.

"Now that I have money, of course I have to enjoy myself," she murmured to herself as she followed the staff through the special passage.

Regarding money, Liu Lingyin had complex thoughts. At the beginning of her transmigration, she tried to use the original owner's savings sparingly, only maintaining basic living expenses. That caution stemmed from both concerns about the original owner's possible return and the constraints of her own values—after all, that money did not belong to "Liu Lingyin," nor to this soul from another world.

She didn't know if the original owner would come back, or when she would return. What was wrong with her making some money and enjoying herself a little during this time?

She didn't spend much of the original owner's money at first, just daily necessities. Later, after making money by selling medicine, running a website, and cooperating with Huang Shiyu, she didn't need to use the original owner's money at all. She could even live a more luxurious life, but she had the mindset of an ordinary person. She didn't spend extravagantly, but she would occasionally indulge in a little luxury.

Liu Lingyin lay on the bed in first class, enjoying a comfortable flight to Japan under the meticulous care of the beautiful flight attendant.

Even after disembarking and being picked up by the driver to return to the Sakaki residence, Liu Lingyin thought to herself, "It's damn expensive, but it's damn comfortable too! Especially for this long-haul flight, it's really worth it."