Choosing the right day is not as good as crashing into it. Fortunately, Jiang Qiuqiu and Mo Chengyu directly opened the virtual network in the living room and started a PvP mental control game.

Contrary to Mo Chengyu’s expectations, Jiang Qiuqiu, who seemed weak when it came to cooking, was surprisingly strong in the game control.

Although not as good as higher-level mental controllers, within the range from C to B, she could be considered a little genius.

“Qiuqiu, you have such high talent,” Mo Chengyu exclaimed.

After winning, Jiang Qiuqiu touched her slightly flushed face, “Really?”

“Yes,” Mo Chengyu rarely saw someone play this smoothly on their first try, especially someone who hadn’t received mental training, “You’re really amazing.”

“With this talent, if you practice more in the future, you won’t get tired so easily.”

This little game machine seemed quite magical, actually being able to train mental energy.

Jiang Qiuqiu curiously asked about the price of this machine, “Can I use this machine for training at home?”

“Uh—”

Technically, she could, since where else would one put a machine? But!

“This machine is an old model from a few years ago. Although the price has dropped a bit, but—”

In the Federation, anything related to mental energy is exorbitantly priced.

Recovery helmets are priced in the millions, entry-level products like rejuvenation chambers, and consumables like the mental nourishment fluid Mo Chengyu constantly drinks, although not as much, still cost over a million for drinking seven or eight tubes a day.

And then there’s the simulation real-world device for mental energy training, which looks like a game console but actually… costs several billion.

Even the discounted obsolete version costs several billion.

Jiang Qiuqiu: …

She couldn’t help but mutter, “Before coming here, I thought I was quite wealthy. I didn’t expect I couldn’t even touch the edges.”

“This is professional equipment. Schools have more of these. Who prepares these for personal use? And you are indeed wealthy. You have liquid assets. With your culinary skills, people would be willing to pay for it anywhere.” Like her, she’d be willing to spend a fortune.

“And if you’re willing, you can come over to my place more often. I’m the only one in this big house, and I really wish I had someone to talk to.”

Although she was carefree, the occasional hint of loneliness was indeed genuine.

“I’ll come by often!”

“Great! Since there’s still some time left, do you want to play another round with me?”

The two played a few more rounds of games, thoroughly enjoying themselves, until the guards appeared to take Mo Chengyu away. Jiang Qiuqiu checked the sky and realized she had to go back to prepare the live streams food, so she bid farewell to Mo Chengyu.

As her small figure faded into the distance, Mo Chengyu looked at her and thought to herself: Some naive girls are really cute.

Cute when they speak, cute when they dress, cute in their eyes, and cute in their actions.

After sighing, she immediately went to her bedroom on the second floor, took out the records she had made during her time at the Federation University’s mental energy institute.

A person’s mental energy doesn’t just disappear suddenly.

All disappearances follow a gradual process.

For example, because she stayed up all night watching mech battles and tinkering with mechs, her abnormal mental energy consumption led to mental instability.

This is a relatively long process, and recovery is quite difficult, not something that can be solved by just a mental helmet and a couple of nourishment fluids.

But Jiang Qiuqiu is completely different.

Her mental energy consumption flows naturally like water from a jug, and she can recover with just a small helmet… No, according to her, before she had the helmet, she could naturally recover just by sleeping.

There is only one type of person with such characteristics.

A Federation mental healer.