If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

The chubby boy went home looking embarrassed.

"Sit down," Jiang Ziyi pointed to the computer chair. Little Fatty obediently sat down, ready to face judgment: "Turn on the computer! Keep playing!"

Little Fatty fell silent, trembling: "I'm not playing anymore, I'll play again when I'm better."

"You're done playing? Your eyes are blind from playing so much and you're still playing?! Playing games is a waste of your time! Use this energy on your studies, and you'll get into any university. If you play games again, I'll break your paws!" Jiang Ziyi raised her hand and slapped him, roaring. Her voice was so loud that Xiao Yanzi tucked his tail between his legs and tiptoed back to his doghouse, curling up into a ball and not daring to move.

No problem, she's the boss in this family. Not only is she the most powerful, but she's also the oldest, ten years older than Little Fatty. Whoever she scolds has no choice but to listen obediently.

Aside from "Liu Mei'er", when Dun Chenyu was "Liu Mei'er", she could restrain Jiang Ziyi.

“Exactly, he deserves a beating. Look at how pathetic he is. What’s so fun about this piece of junk? You’d be better off going shopping with me,” Dun Chenyu said. “Why are you becoming such a shut-in now? You’re starting to look more and more like Qiao Tianyi.”

This is GAI Liuzi Dun Chenyu, who is very outspoken and has insulted two people.

Qiao Tianyi also went through a similar process to Xiao Pang, from disbelief to resignation regarding Dun Chenyu's personality switching technique.

Fortunately, both versions of Dun Chenyu are quite likable. Singer Dun Chenyu is like a well-bred young lady; although she is only eighteen years old, she is very gentle and considerate, taking good care of others and fulfilling the role of a mother in this small family. Martial artist Dun Chenyu has a carefree and easy-going personality, and Qiao Tianyi is kind and honest but not pedantic, and he also likes such a generous girl as her very much.

"Big sister, why are you becoming more and more like me? I'm writing code! I'm doing scientific research," Qiao Tianyi complained. "Gege, I told you long ago that you shouldn't play this too much. It's okay to play a little to relax when you're tired from studying, but you're always glued to the computer, making me get scolded as a result."

"You're the one who caused this? Let me tell you, you're the culprit that Little Princess can't get into university," Jiang Ziyi sneered.

"I can't afford that, Gege. You see? Don't blame me for being heartless in the future," Qiao Tianyi said, patting the little fat boy's head.

Being a "net addict girl" is indeed quite shameful. Little Fatty shamelessly swore, "I won't play games anymore, really, I'll be a dog if I do."

Almost every beginner who has just learned to use a computer gets a little addicted. Luckily, Xiao Pang's internet addiction was ruthlessly nipped in the bud. For the first two days, he felt itchy when he saw the computer idle, but after two days, that urge passed and he didn't have any thoughts about it anymore.

As for Jiang Ziyi and Dun Chenyu, their song "Smiling Face," which encapsulates the tragic stories of the three of them, was finally completed in mid-December after countless revisions.

Because this submission wasn't suitable for casual dabbling, Jiang Ziyi wisely chose to have Dun Chenyu sing solo.

The seemingly delicate songstress, Dun Chenyu, sat on a chair in the middle of the living room, holding a pipa. She quickly composed herself, and with a wave of her hand, the pipa began to play. Her singing was not as high-pitched and magnificent as usual; instead, it was a soft and gentle murmur with a touch of sorrow and depth, perfectly demonstrating how a genius can master various musical styles.

A group of people sat on the sofa to listen to the performance. Xiao Pang, Qiao Tianyi, and Wang Heifen'er were all too depressed after listening to Dun Chenyu sing and play the guitar.

“No, it doesn’t express the meaning of the lyrics at all,” Jiang Ziyi said, frowning and shaking her head.

"Wow, really? That was such a good song! Even a complete novice like me could feel the deep sorrow," the chubby boy said, pulling out a tissue to blow his nose. He was genuinely moved.

“She’s right,” Dun Chenyu shook her head and said, “I’ve tried my best, but I still can’t find the feeling. It’s hard to feel anything without being there in person.”

"Really? Can you hear it? I think it's very emotional! According to you, who can understand that feeling? Does this song have to be sung by abducted children? That doesn't make sense. If we were to ask the heavens for another five hundred years, would Emperor Kangxi have to sing it?" Little Fatty asked, puzzled.

“It doesn’t necessarily have to be firsthand experience, but you need to have some experience,” Dun Chenyu sighed, feeling frustrated. “How can you expect the audience to feel something if you don’t even have it yourself?”