Xia Zhihuai was a top-tier star who rose to fame at a young age. However, after his group disbanded, he encountered a series of unexpected accidents, facing a streak of bad luck.

One day, the police asked him to claim a three-and-a-half-year-old runaway child who claimed to be his younger sister. When they first met, the little one had a serious expression and solemnly told him that he was about to face a big wave of bad luck. Xia Zhihuai rolled his eyes in disbelief, thinking, "Who would believe such nonsense?"

However, a few days later, Xia Zhihuai lost all his resources and completely faded from the spotlight. In pain and frustration, he resolutely went back to hold onto little Wanwan's short legs, begging, "Boss, help me." But Wanwan replied, "Helping for you is impossible. Brother, you'd better come back home and farm with me."

Since returning to his hometown and starting farming, Xia Zhihuai felt that his previous self was a fool. Why struggle when living a leisurely life as a slacker? Every day, he enjoyed the spiritual fruits and vegetables, witnessed his cute little sister's full of enthusiasm, and also live-streamed the daily life of farming in the countryside. Watching various top-tier figures from different realms paying big money for his family's produce, Xia Zhihuai's life became more and more comfortable.

On the other hand, seeing her brother becoming more plump, Wanwan fell into contemplation. "Why are other people's brothers so outstanding while my brother is a lazy bone?" So every day, Wanwan asked, "Fellow immortals, how can I motivate my brother to strive for progress? Waiting online, quite urgent."

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Xia Zhihuai and Wanwan couldn’t figure out the reason, but it was already bright outside. 


Xia Zhihuai glanced at the clock on the table, 6:45 am, earlier than usual. 


On the makeshift bed beside him, Qu Xiunan was still sound asleep, with Big Orange’s round buttocks pressed against his face and her tail draped over his neck. Curled up into a ball, he slept peacefully. 


Xia Zhihuai couldn’t help but find the scene amusing. 


If Qu Xiunan had a dream last night, it must have been quite flavorful.


“Wanwan, go back to sleep for a while. I’ll go take a shower,” Xia Zhihuai said, bypassing Qu Xiunan and taking a set of clothes from the wardrobe before heading straight to the bathroom. 


Wanwan rubbed her eyes, got up from her kneeling position on the makeshift bed, arched her little bottom, and plopped onto Xia Zhihuai’s pillow with a soft thud. 


She kicked the blanket with her foot, gave it a quick tug, draped it over herself, closed her eyes again, and quickly fell back asleep.


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