The last disciple who traveled through Medicine King Valley sells goods live

Quan Fei had underestimated the power of those radiant blessings. The next day, fans in the livestream were flooding the screen with feedback in comments and private messages. Some said they had a good night's sleep, the best they'd felt in a long time. Some said they'd found some money on their way out that morning—it wasn't much, but it made them feel much better. Some said they'd suddenly found a new idea for a difficult work problem and had successfully solved it.

These are all the blessings that Shanshan sent in a broad-based manner in the live broadcast room. Targeted blessings are more useful.

An Qingjie, a young man widely considered a top student, was a force to be reckoned with from the moment he entered high school. He was gifted and diligent, consistently achieving top grades, especially in math, physics, and chemistry, where he possessed an exceptional aptitude and comprehension. In the eyes of his teachers and classmates, he was destined for admission to Peking University or Tsinghua University, a feat he never doubted. His inner pride, like wild grass growing vigorously in spring, spread unchecked.

However, fate played a cruel trick on him during his first Gaokao exam. It was a scorching summer day, and the atmosphere in the exam hall was filled with tension. Everyone was absorbed in answering the questions, their pens scratching against the papers in a silent battle. An Qingjie was no exception. Confidently, he opened his paper and began answering. At first, everything went smoothly. The questions felt like familiar old friends, and he easily found the solutions. However, as time went on, the stifling heat in the exam room grew unbearable. The humming fan overhead seemed to stir the air in vain, offering no relief. An Qingjie gradually began to feel drowsy. He forced himself to concentrate, but his eyelids grew heavier, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds. He pinched his thighs desperately, trying to wake himself, but to no avail. Finally, he succumbed to the drowsiness and fell asleep, slumped over his desk.

When the invigilator gently patted him awake, time was running out. An Qingjie jerked awake, staring at the nearly blank paper before him. His mind went blank, and cold sweat instantly drenched his back. He frantically began answering the questions, but time waited for no one. The moment the bell rang, he knew it was all over. When the results came out, he missed the cutoff score for Peking University and Tsinghua University by a full ten points. This result was like a bolt from the blue, shattering his pride.

An Qingjie refused to resign himself to failure, so he resolutely chose to repeat his grade. The days of repeating were not easy, burdened by immense pressure, not only from his own unwillingness but also from the high expectations of his parents, teachers, and classmates. His former pride had become a heavy yoke, tightly binding him. Every time he entered the classroom, he could feel the gazes, whether sympathetic or curious, silently reminding him that he was a failure, someone who needed to start over.

During his retake, An Qingjie noticed a subtle shift in his mindset. His former thirst for knowledge and love of learning were gradually replaced by anxiety and fear. He began to worry about failure, and every mock exam sent his mood spiraling like a roller coaster. He feared failing again, afraid of disappointing everyone's expectations, and even more afraid of facing the once-proud, now vulnerable self. This psychological pressure made his studies somewhat inadequate, and despite his continued efforts, his grades never met his expectations.

The following year, when the Gaokao (National College Entrance Examination) approached, An Qingjie entered the examination room with a sense of trepidation. This time, he didn't feel sleepy, but the tension still lingered. He repeatedly checked every question, fearing even the slightest mistake. The more he did, the more he felt he was running out of time. When the bell rang, a sense of foreboding washed over him. On the day the results were announced, he opened the search page with trembling hands. The glaring score brought his heart to the bottom again. He had once again missed out on admission to Peking University or Tsinghua University.

At that moment, An Qingjie felt his world crumble. He locked himself in his room, refusing food or drink, feeling as if he had lost his soul. He began to doubt himself, questioning his ability to get into Peking University or Tsinghua University. He even developed a deep fear of the Gaokao (Gaokao). He feared experiencing the pain of failure again, feared seeing his parents' disappointed eyes, and dreaded facing the questions of his teachers and classmates. He felt like a trapped animal in a dark cave, with no way out and no hope.

It was at this time that An Qingjie thought of Shanshan.

Of course, he wasn't watching a live broadcast, but a video about Shan Shan fainting. Over the past few years, An Qingjie had been studying hard and rarely looked at his phone, so naturally, he had little interest in entertainment gossip.

It was before the second Gaokao exam. As it drew closer, An Qingjie felt like he couldn't breathe. The Gaokao terrified him, to the point where he wondered if he'd die, he'd never have to face it again.

It was at that time that An Qingjie saw the news about Shanshan's imminent death. He was not interested in Shanshan, but in the "death". So he clicked on it.

Then he saw the tragic life of Shanshan. Suddenly, he felt that his own problems were nothing compared to Shanshan's. At least he was healthy.

With this in mind, An Qingjie once again took the college entrance exam seriously and actively. Unexpectedly, the final result was still not ideal.

An Qingjie finally gave up. Despite his parents' urging him to repeat a year and reapply to a regular university to at least complete his studies, he still lacked motivation. He spent his days playing on his phone and watching live streams.

He didn't know what he was reading, but he thought it would allow him to escape from the troubles of reality. However, seeing his parents' worried eyes, An Qingjie finally decided to repeat his studies.

But at this point, he had long lost his former fighting spirit. Walking around the campus, he could almost hear countless people pointing and talking at him.

This situation left An Qingjie in no mood to study, so he began skipping classes openly and watching the flashing live broadcast on the playground. Only then did he feel alive and able to smile.

He didn't believe in the blessing charms that Shanshan said. However, after Shanshan sent his blessing in the live broadcast room, An Qingjie suddenly burst into tears.

He didn't know why, but he couldn't help crying. However, as the tears fell, his mood inexplicably improved a lot.