Since surviving the plane crash, Ye Qianying had been listless and withdrawn, causing her family immense distress. Whenever she expressed a desire for something—no matter how rare or even nonexistent—Ye Tiao would spare no expense to fulfill her wishes, whether by offering hefty rewards, funding research projects, or supporting laboratories.
For instance, the Ye family had already poured vast sums into studies on nerve regeneration, nasal deformity repair, and skin flap transplantation. This news had long spread through medical circles, establishing the Ye family as the most generous patron in the field of plastic surgery.
It wasn’t just top-tier experts and foreign labs vying for their attention—even a deputy director from a hospital in a neighboring province had waited an entire day just for a brief coffee meeting with Ye Qianying’s father to present their successful case studies.
Given this context, the family’s greatest fear was Ye Qianying not voicing her desires. So when they heard their youngest sister had taken an interest in something, how could Ye Tiao possibly refuse?
Except… what she wanted this time was unusual.
Not because it was rare, but because it was utterly out of character based on her lifelong habits.
Good heavens—their little sister actually wanted to study?!
Ye Tiao immediately agreed in front of her, assuring her she could have anything she wanted—stars, not just the moon. He even pulled out his phone and called his assistant, demanding all requested materials be gathered and delivered within thirty minutes.
But the moment he stepped out of the hospital room, he promptly contacted Ye Qianying’s attending physician.
"Doctor Liu, you once mentioned that although Qianying’s scans show no severe brain trauma or hematoma, the brain is an extremely delicate organ, so any unusual behavior should be taken seriously. Correct?"
The doctor on the other end instantly grew serious, straightening in his seat. "Yes, that’s correct. May I ask… has your sister shown any—"
"Her behavior today was highly unusual. Could it be a delayed effect of the brain injury?"
Doctor Liu immediately picked up a pen to take notes. "What exactly did she do? Please describe it to me."
"She asked for textbooks. She requested a tutor. She wants to study!"
"…Huh?" Doctor Liu echoed Ye Tiao’s initial reaction, bewildered. "And… anything else?"
"No other symptoms," Ye Tiao emphasized. "But you must examine her thoroughly—she wants to study!"
As for the doctor’s question about additional symptoms…
Ye Tiao recalled how Ye Qianying had slapped a boy twice and put on a wig earlier. While unusual, those actions still made logical sense, so he didn’t classify them as concerning.
After all, he wasn’t the type to overreact.
Doctor Liu: "…"
This didn’t seem like a problem at all.
Just how much had this patient despised studying before to make her family panic like this?
When the news reached her second brother, Ye Jiao, he was equally stunned.
"Seriously? Since when does our little sister care about studying?"
Were video games no longer fun? Were dramas not entertaining enough? Or did she have her eye on some custom jewelry and wanted him to bid on it as a reward for good grades?
Something was off. Ye Jiao’s imagination ran wild.
As an e-commerce tycoon, his thought process was far more in tune with modern trends than their eldest brother’s.
Ye Tiao sipped his water calmly. "It’s not a big deal. Let her study if she wants to. If she loses interest in a few days, no one’s forcing her."
Ye Jiao scoffed. "Right, of course. You’re so composed, unlike me."
Says the one who immediately called the neurology department in a panic.
Ye Tiao: "…"
He cleared his throat and smoothly changed the subject. "Where’s third brother?"
Where was Ye Hehan?
Unlike their cautious probing, Ye Hehan had acted the moment he heard the shocking news—rushing straight to his sister’s side.
Among the four siblings, the eldest two were close in age, while Ye Hehan and Ye Qianying were only two years apart, attending the same school.
Now, Ye Hehan sat beside Ye Qianying, gaping as she expressionlessly flipped through a practice workbook.
"Little sis, what’s wrong with you? Since when do you study? Weren’t we supposed to be skipping class together?!"
He even pulled out a thermometer gun and pointed it at her forehead—beep—"No fever either."
Ye Qianying: "…"
She stared at her perpetually clueless third brother and chose silence.
The plane crash had thrown her high school years into chaos. Most of those memories were deliberately buried, including her academic performance.
She couldn’t recall how well she’d done back then—after all, there had been far more pressing matters: treatments, rehabilitation, experimental medications…
Seeing Ye Hehan’s stunned expression, she now had a rough idea of just how terrible her grades must have been.
Well, at least this meant her current level wouldn’t shock her teachers and classmates when she returned to school.
Comforted by this thought, she lowered her head and resumed solving problems.
Among the three core subjects, Chinese and English were manageable. But math? She’d barely studied it in her past life, and it had been a decade since her last math class. Now, faced with a high school workbook, the printed symbols felt only vaguely familiar.
The learning system chimed in: "Host is advised to start with middle school mathematics."
Ye Qianying: "…"
She took the suggestion.
Which was why she was currently working through Five Years of Middle School Exams, Three Years of Simulations.
On the day she activated the system, it had displayed two progress bars and assigned her daily tasks.
[Host’s Appearance Restoration Progress: 0%]
[Host’s Leg Recovery Progress: 0%]
Completing all daily tasks would allow her to allocate a 0.01% increase to either progress bar, along with corresponding reward points.
If she finished all tasks for seven consecutive days, she’d earn an additional 0.02% bonus.
Beyond that, she could also complete main quests—granting not only large point rewards but also significant leaps in progress.
Like the one she’d just accepted:
[Main Quest: Middle School Math Test (Accepted)]
The host will take a middle school math exam administered by the system in one month.
Completion Criteria:
- Score above 100: 3% progress, 1,000 points
- Score above 110: 4% progress, 5,000 points
- Perfect score (120): 5% progress, 10,000 points
If the score is below 100, it will be considered a mission failure.]
Looking at the mission reward, Ye Qianying slowly straightened her back.
A 5% recovery progress bar.
If she could complete twenty such missions, her legs or face would be fully restored.
Though 5% might seem insignificant numerically, relying solely on daily tasks would require a staggering five hundred days to accumulate the same progress.
This clearly indicated that the system did not encourage relying on daily tasks to fill the progress bar. Instead, it actively pushed the host to challenge main missions.
Pondering the implications, Ye Qianying raised her hand and pressed the "Accept" option.
For her now, this mission was crucial.
Ye Qianying could deduce that as her academic year advanced, the difficulty of the system’s missions would only increase. This middle school math exam was practically part of the beginner’s grace period.
Moreover…
The next second, the learning system showered Ye Qianying with virtual flowers on the screen.
"Congratulations on accepting your first mission. As an additional reward for your debut task, you may choose one of the following three options: ① 100,000 RMB, ② A 48-hour energy potion, or ③ One beauty lottery draw."
"Beauty lottery," Ye Qianying replied without hesitation, choosing the third option.
Money? She had more than enough of that.
As for the 48-hour energy potion, it held little significance for her at the moment.
"Understood. One beauty lottery draw has been reserved for the host. You may claim your reward one month later upon completing the mission."
...
Ye Hehan was still relentlessly pestering his younger sister.
"Let me see what you're studying—oh, math? Why bother with something so hard? Listen, ever since I bent down to pick up an eraser in eighth grade, I’ve never understood math again."
"Little sis, have you lost your mind cooped up here with our eldest brother? How about I take you out? If you don’t want to see strangers, I’ll clear the place in advance."
Despite Ye Hehan’s incessant chatter, Ye Qianying’s focus remained unbroken, her pen steadily working through calculations. Only after filling in the answer did she finally pause.
She glanced up at her third brother and suddenly posed a question.
"Bro, imagine you have a 200% progress bar to fill. Completing daily tasks gives you 0.01% progress, and finishing seven consecutive days grants an extra 0.02% bonus. But every ten days, there’s a 70% chance you’ll fail that day’s task."
Ye Hehan’s face twisted in confusion, as if she were speaking in riddles. "...What?"
"This year is a leap year, which happens every four years. If you started today, do you know exactly when this progress bar would be filled?"
Ye Hehan stared at her, baffled. "What kind of nonsense is this? No math problem like that exists."
Ye Qianying smiled faintly and returned to her workbook.
"Bro, you should stick to writing scripts, playing with camera angles, and sketching your storyboards."
Art was where her third brother’s talent truly lay. He would study abroad, create, direct his first award-winning work, and eventually shine brilliantly in that field.
"And yes, such problems do exist."
Such math problems did exist.
How could they not? This was Ye Qianying’s life.
She knew well that the odds of winning the desired prize in the lottery were slim, just as the daily task rewards were meager at best.
But since a glimmer of hope for recovery had finally appeared in her life, Ye Qianying would never let it slip away.
Years of isolation had made her withdrawn and distant, yet it also honed her focus on what truly mattered. When immersed in that "absolute stillness," she possessed unparalleled determination.
After her disfigurement, Ye Qianying had undergone over a hundred treatments, all of which ultimately failed.
She had learned not to place her hopes lightly on external solutions.
For the first time in a decade, Ye Qianying felt genuine hope.
She threw herself into the endless pursuit of learning, like a moth drawn relentlessly to flame.
Watching Ye Qianying’s unwavering focus, the almost desperate resolve in her eyes, the system found itself believing, without reason, that its host would undoubtedly succeed.
She spoke of her third brother shining in his passion. Yet, as she chased her own dream of healing, her eyes too gleamed with a dazzling, radiant light.
