Coming to the StarCraft to Be a Kindergarten Teacher: Perfect Transformation

We chatted animatedly, and before we knew it, the clock had quietly struck 9:30. At this moment, Master's eyes began to blur, and sleepiness gradually set in. Seeing this, I hurriedly handed them the gifts I had carefully prepared for them. Then, everyone said goodbye to me and slowly walked out the door. I watched them walk away until they were completely out of sight.

After they left, I returned to the living room and began to sort through the mess. I carefully returned each item to its original place, restoring the living room to its original neatness and order. Then, with a flick of a button, I activated the living room's smart system and selected the whole-house disinfection function. With a gentle hum, the disinfection equipment began to work methodically.

Finally, everything was done. Slightly exhausted, I settled onto the soft sofa, my thoughts drifting back to the party that had just concluded. Recalling those familiar, friendly smiles, those heartfelt, heartwarming words, an indescribable warmth welled up in my heart. I couldn't help but pick up my phone and scroll through the photos I'd taken with my friends. Everyone in the photos was smiling so brightly, their joy and happiness seemingly radiating through the screen. As I looked at them, my lips curled up, a knowing smile spreading across my face.

Just as I was lost in fond memories, the sharp ring of the doorbell suddenly rang, shattering the silence within. Suspicious, I stood up and hurried to the door. Peering through the peephole, I saw a tall, unfamiliar man standing outside. He was wearing a black windbreaker and a peaked cap, and my face was unclear.

Full of questions, I quietly opened the door and asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?" The man smiled, politely extended his hand, and handed me a white envelope. Then, he said softly, "Someone asked me to pass this on to you." Puzzled, I took the envelope and examined it carefully. There was nothing special about it, except that the seal was tightly taped.

I couldn't wait to tear open the envelope and pull out a neatly folded note. Unfolding it, I saw lines of beautiful handwriting: "Thank you for your gift. I look forward to seeing you again." However, when I saw the completely unfamiliar name at the end, my doubts grew stronger...

I stood there, transfixed, my gaze fixed on the mysterious note in my hand. My heart stirred, and my thoughts drifted away. Who could have sent such a note? After all, this is the interstellar age! With technology so advanced, information transmission is almost instantaneous through various high-tech means. Using the old-fashioned method of paper letters is a rarity.

What's more, the note even said "Thanks for my gift." But what puzzled me was that I hadn't given gifts to many people before! Thinking back, it seemed I'd only given gifts to a few lucky fans during livestream raffles. Could it be one of them? But there seemed to be other possibilities... Could it be a stranger who had been silently watching me, never revealing their identity? Or perhaps a passerby who had only met me once but couldn't forget that encounter? Countless theories flashed through my mind, but each possibility seemed so vague and elusive.

Whatever! Even though this is the information age, he actually went out of his way to send a paper letter. From this point of view, he is indeed quite sincere! Surely he doesn't harbor any ill intentions? After much thought, I finally made up my mind to get to the bottom of this matter. Maybe the person who sent the letter is actually someone I know well.

I slowly closed my eyes and began to carefully recall recent events, hoping to find even the slightest clue. Whenever a plausible candidate emerged, I silently analyzed their potential connection to the mysterious letter. At the same time, I fully utilized various social media platforms and communication tools, doing my best to connect with fans and friends who had received my gifts in the past, hoping that someone would give me a satisfactory answer.

As time went by, throughout my search for the truth, I found myself becoming increasingly intrigued by the elusive letter writer. What began as simple curiosity gradually transformed into a burning anticipation. Deep within me, I desperately longed to uncover the mystery behind this letter and delve deeper into this untold story. This fueled my relentless pursuit of clues, not letting go of even the smallest detail.

Never mind. I've been thinking this over and over, but I still have no clue. I might as well get some rest! After all, health is the foundation of revolution. Besides, since he's already mentioned the date for our next meeting, it means we'll definitely meet again in the future. So, there's no need to worry too much. I'd better go wash up and get some sleep. I need to be at the nursery tomorrow to oversee the work! There's a ton of chores waiting to be handled and supervised.

After getting up, I put the beef bones into the pot and boiled them, then went to wash up. After 20 minutes, the beef bone soup in the pot was ready. But it would be nice if there was rice noodles. As a Yunnan native, I haven’t had rice noodles for several months. I have been busy with other things, and I haven’t had time to replicate the DNA of a Yunnan native engraved in my bones. I have only bought clothes and other daily necessities on Orange Software, and never bought food. I don’t know if I can buy it, but let’s give it a try!

I opened the Orange app and searched for rice noodles. Looking at the dazzling array of products, I chose a store with the highest sales volume to place my order. The waiting time is always long, and during these few minutes, I have been looking forward to the arrival of the rice noodles.

Five minutes later, the long-awaited rice noodles were finally served to me. Looking at this long-awaited delicacy in front of me, my mood instantly became happy.

I eagerly picked up the scissors, cut off a small portion of the dried rice noodles, and then turned to the other stove in the kitchen. There, I carefully boiled a pot of water, watching the water in the pot tumble and boil like a blooming flower.

When the water reaches a full boil, I quickly and gently place the dried rice noodles into the pot. As they enter the water, they dance and tumble in the pot like cheerful dancers. I watch intently, waiting for them to soften.

Before long, the rice noodles began to soften, and the once clear water gradually took on a faint off-white hue. Seeing this, I quickly turned off the heat, took the pot off the stove, and covered it tightly with the lid, letting the rice noodles simmer for a while in the residual heat to make them more smooth and flavorful.

While the rice noodles were simmering, I hurried to the bathroom to wash up. Standing at the sink, I first moistened my face with warm water, then squeezed out an appropriate amount of facial cleanser, gently kneading it into a fine foam, and carefully cleansed my face. After washing, my face felt refreshed.

Next, I grabbed a bottle of moisturizing spray and evenly spritzed it all over my face. The cool mist felt refreshing and instantly hydrated. I then gently patted my face to help it absorb the moisture. Then, I took out my sunscreen and applied it evenly to my face and neck, completing my simple skincare routine.

Looking at the simple skincare products on the sink, my thoughts drifted back to the past. Back then, back on Blue Star, my friends always teased me, "You're just taking advantage of your natural beauty and good skin to be so careless with your skin!" Thinking back on those happy times with my friends, a warm feeling welled up in my heart. But now, we're separated. Do they still think of me? Oh well, forget it. The past is like smoke, irretrievable.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to get rid of those nagging memories and stop them from invading my thoughts. After taking a deep breath, I took a decisive step, left the steamy bathroom, and walked towards the kitchen.