A magical journey of a sharp-tongued woman and a goofy man

The sound of the bronze abacus striking each other exploded into icy blue sparks in the void rift. The moment Ye Shuli was pulled into the purple vortex by Jiang Ye, the Klein bottle pattern on her collarbone suddenly reversed.

The burning sensation from the collision of modern topological concepts and mystical laws allowed her to precisely step onto a Möbius strip-shaped spacetime node amidst the violent turbulence.

"The Meituan rider's escape direction—35 degrees to the right front!" Jiang Ye's compass, formed from fragments of a bronze gong at his waist, suddenly burst forth with a bright light, illuminating the stardust flowing down his neck. "Hold on tight, this fourth space jump this month is much more stimulating than riding a rocking horse."

Ye Shuli infused her spiritual power into the quantum patterns in his palm, and the blue-gold interwoven protective shield barely blocked the incoming void fragments.

Those prism-like fragments of space refracted countless images of their clasped hands, each reflection singing a different binary song.

When the shield was breached for the ninth time, she finally saw the bronze door floating in the gap of the Klein bottle.

The gatekeepers at the Void Organization headquarters are pruning potted plants—if those plants with swirling nebulae can be called potted plants.

Before Jiang Ye could finish asking, "Do you want a cashback coupon for a good review on takeout?", the two were teleported to a grand hall covered with Riemannian surfaces.

Ye Shuli stared at the ever-changing Klein bottle topological projection on the wall, and suddenly took out half a compressed biscuit from her storage bag.

“A bonus question for the modern knowledge exam.” She broke the cookie into two Klein rings and tossed them into the air. “Prove, using non-Euclidean geometry, that this building has thirty-seven spatial folds—if you succeed, you hand over the Void Key.”

As the dark purple mist condensed into human form in the main hall, Ye Shuli was using her spiritual power to draw a Möbius strip graph in the air.

The leader of the Void Organization wore a flowing Penrose triangle mask. He flicked his finger and shattered the eavesdropping paper cranes that Jiang Ye had secretly released. Suddenly, twelve holographic projections surrounded Ye Shuli in the center.

“The first test,” the leader’s voice trembled with quantum entanglement, “is to find the true Void Rune within the Sierpinski carpet.”

The moment the illusion unfolded, Ye Shuli's pupils automatically analyzed the fractal dimension.

She stood in the infinitely self-replicating geometric maze, and heard Jiang Ye's shouts from outside: "Shu Li!"

Remember Meituan Waimai's eighth service principle! "—This is their agreed-upon fractal geometry decryption code."

When the third self-similar nonagon showed a crack, Ye Shuli suddenly squatted down and touched the ground.

Her improved spiritual detection technique, a modern method for testing concrete, allowed her to discover an anomaly in the porosity of a certain Sierpinski triangle.

Just as he was about to reach out and touch it, he felt a surge of spiritual energy behind him, like the flicker of a snake's tongue.

"Little girl, do you need help?" Three men wearing explorer badges emerged from the fractal gap. The scarred man in the lead twirled a ring capable of cutting through space. "Hand over the clues you've found, and we can help you withstand the backlash from the illusion."

Ye Shuli secretly traced the patterns on the Klein bottle with her fingers behind her back, but her face showed a panicked expression: "I, I only found that the Hausdorf dimension in this area is abnormal..." Taking advantage of the moment when the other party looked down to check, she suddenly scattered the crumbs of compressed biscuits into the air.

Hidden within the flashes of light that appear when modern puffed foods explode with spiritual energy are traps set using non-Newtonian fluid dynamics principles.

As the explorers' boots were swallowed by the suddenly liquefied ground, Ye Shuli had already leaped onto the seventh fractal structure.

The lines on her collarbone were absorbing the energy of the illusion, the dark gold lines spreading along the Hilbert curve, eventually condensing into a glowing rune at a certain Cantor junction.

Suddenly, Klein bottle-shaped raindrops fell from the illusory sky. The moment the talisman lit up, Ye Shuli heard Jiang Ye's gong emit a Morse code alarm.

She pretended to stumble and grab the wall for support, then quietly flicked three crumbs of compressed biscuits into the fractal crack—a locator modified with modern nanomaterials, which was now drilling into the real world through the pores of the Sierpinski carpet.

Ye Shuli's spiritual energy, mixed with crumbs of compressed biscuits, burst open at the explorer's feet, creating a spiderweb-like pattern of light.

The instant the liquid ground suddenly solidified, all three men were sealed inside the spatial crystal below the knees.

"Meituan's Eighth Rule—" Jiang Ye's voice pierced through the rift in the illusion, laced with barely suppressed laughter, "Negative review customers should be dealt with using non-Newtonian fluids!"

As the dark gold rune lit up in Ye Shuli's palm, the Sierpinsky carpet suddenly collapsed into a palm-sized copper plate.

She stepped on the struggling Explorer leader, stomping on him, and tossed the bronze disk toward the Void Leader: "An anomaly region with 3.7% porosity, corresponding to the seventh topological fold of the Klein bottle."

Suddenly, a waterfall of stars descended from the dome of the main hall.

The Penrose triangle on the Void Leader's mask stopped flowing, and Ye Shuli's figure was simultaneously projected onto twelve holographic projections.

The moment Jiang Ye rolled out of the fractal rift, he was still clutching half a Meituan Waimai (Meituan Takeout) flyer in his hand—he had just used this as a reference to calculate the curvature of space.

"Brilliant." The leader snapped his finger, shattering the bronze plate; the exploding stardust coalesced into a key shape. "But the real test is yet to come..."

"Ah Ye~"

The cloying call interrupted the leader's words.

A woman in a flowing, wide-sleeved dress emerged from the shadow of a pillar, a stardust-like hair ornament brushing against Jiang Ye's earlobe.

Ye Shuli's pupils contracted slightly—this woman's spiritual energy fluctuations were even more dangerous than those of the explorer leader.

"You said you'd teach me that 'Meituan Red Envelope Rain' incantation last time," the female cultivator said, her fingertips twirling the stardust embroidery on Jiang Ye's collar. "Come to my room tonight..."

Jiang Ye suddenly jumped three feet high: "Hey, the floor of this hall is electrified!" He exaggeratedly swung his right hand and leaped behind Ye Shuli, "Shuli, come quick, let me see, is this static electricity your newly developed anti-wolf device?"

Ye Shuli's hand, which was forming a hand seal, was still suspended in mid-air.

She stared at the stardust trembling in the female cultivator's hair and suddenly recalled her university days when she used liquid nitrogen to freeze spiders in the laboratory.

The Klein bottle pattern on her collarbone suddenly heated up, transforming the surging jealousy into clearer spiritual energy channels.

"Senior," she said, pulling a half-eaten self-heating hot pot from her storage bag, "would you like to try some modern food with excessive preservatives?"

The moment the female cultivator froze, Ye Shuli had already turned and walked towards the talisman array in the center of the hall.

The surging spiritual energy lifted the ribbon on her ponytail, revealing a Möbius strip tattoo printed with nanomaterials on the back of her neck—the mark of her contract with Jiang Ye.

"The test continues." Ye Shuli pointed her finger at the void key. "What did you say was the real test?"

The leader's mask emitted a clicking sound as gears turned.

Suddenly, a bottomless ravine cracked open in the floor of the main hall, and twelve bronze cauldrons rose from the crack, their bodies engraved with spatial coordinates of different dimensions.

"The second challenge." The leader flicked his sleeve, igniting sparks within the cauldron, "to repair the damage caused by the void storm..."

The alarm suddenly blared, tearing through the air.

The Klein bottle projection above everyone's heads flickered wildly, reflecting countless shrieking blue-purple orbs of light.

The gong at Jiang Ye's waist automatically spun into a shield, blocking the spatial turbulence leaking down from the dome.

"Void Storm Spirits have rioted!" The guard smashed open the bronze door, half a Meituan delivery bag still hanging from his sword. "They've breached the Northwest District's defensive array!"

Ye Shuli swung the self-heating hot pot at the nearest Storm Sprite.

The bursting red oil, empowered by spiritual energy, transformed into a net of fire, temporarily blocking the swarming blue-purple light orbs.

She grabbed Jiang Ye by the back of his collar and retreated three steps, just avoiding the spatial rift torn open by the berserk elf.

"Looks like the test is going to get a little more intense." She wiped away the stardust that had splashed onto her chin, her collarbone lines shining as if they were about to burst into flames.

The moment the bronze cauldron was overturned by the storm, Ye Shuli saw a crack appear in the leader's mask.

The half of her face that was visible from behind perfectly overlapped with the topological structure of the lines on her collarbone.

Jiang Ye suddenly grasped her sweaty hand, and the Meituan order number appeared as encrypted runes on their skin as they touched.