The Marshal's Wife is Wild-Chapter 77 - 76 Supporting you with my brothers allowance

Cheng Yao rolled his eyes to the sky, “You wrecked 58 props in a single semester, if it were me, I’d have told you to scram as well.”

Qu Tong: “…”

Fei Wenxing, feeling embarrassed about his secret being revealed, scratched his head and changed the subject, “Sis, what’s your name?”

Qu Tong spoke indifferently, “Qu Tong.”

“Qu Tong, that’s a nice name, as cute as you are.” Fei Wenxing blurted out.

Only after his brain caught up did he reconsider Qu Tong, “The sister of that green tea bitch Qu Wanwan? Prince Yuting’s Princess Consort?”

Cheng Yao also widened his eyes, “The famous broadcaster Sister Zhaguo? The woman behind Mu’an Vegetable and Fruit Shop?!”

Cheng Yao grew more and more excited as he spoke.

Qu Tong didn’t know how to respond for a moment and really regretted buying that no-brand high-pressure cooker just because it was cheap.

Meanwhile, the two in front of her had already flipped out past trending photos, comparing them excitedly beyond words.

“Princess Consort, Princess Consort, is it really you? We’re both your fans, and I really love the Energy Fruits and Vegetables from your place, but could you put up more stock each time?”

“Sis Qu Tong, I’ve watched every one of your live streams, my online name used to be ‘Awoken by My Own Handsomeness,’ do you remember? Ahhh! I really admire you!”

Qu Tong hadn’t expected these two to be her loyal fans as well, and she did remember the username “Awoken by My Own Handsomeness,” as he had been there since her first live stream.

The two looked at Qu Tong eagerly, “Sis Tong, let’s add each other on Light Brain.”

Qu Tong felt a shiver run through her as they watched her, but she nodded.

As for the nickname “Sis Tong,” she didn’t overthink it.

It was better than the others, Sister Zhaguo was too ugly, and Princess Consort was too conspicuous.

Plus, her mental age was actually older than theirs, so she felt no pressure.

Fei Wenxing had his live stream username bound with his Light Brain information.

Qu Tong looked at Fei Wenxing’s username and her mouth twitched fiercely.

“Your username… it’s really…”

Fei Wenxing raised his head proudly, “What about it? Doesn’t it look mighty and awesome? I just changed it recently, isn’t it badass at first glance?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Qu Tong nodded, at a loss for words.

Then she added Cheng Yao on Light Brain.

Qu Tong: “…”

“Did you two pick couple usernames?”

Cheng Yao retorted, “Who said that similar formats mean they’re a couple? I breathe the same air as Jesus, can you call me God?”

Qu Tong laughed, “Of course, the customer is always right, let’s see if you have enough pocket money.”

“Hehe, just kidding, but if you let me buy without limits, Sis Tong, I’ll support you with the allowance I steal from my brother.”

Qu Tong: You’re truly a good little brother to your big bro.

Qu Tong straight up recommended him to Xu An.

Even though her identity had been exposed by her bargain-bin husband’s few idiotic subordinates, it hadn’t fully spread through the campus circle yet. Taking advantage of the situation was key.

The first batch of fruits and vegetables from the farm were short-cycle crops, and they’d wait another two months before expanding the market of Mu’an Vegetable and Fruit Shop.

Sharing a room with two chatterboxes, it was hard not to get acquainted.

However, compared to the legitimate news Xu An had told her, it was obvious that Cheng Yao and Fei Wenxing were like jackals in a melon field, gossiping very comprehensively.

No wonder they could recognize her.

Of course, what she heard most about was the bad mouthing of Lan Xingye.

She also learned quite a bit about the people in his upper social circle.

“So, why do they call him Fei Cui?” Qu Tong took the opportunity to ask.

Cheng Yao burst into laughter upon hearing this, and only after he’d had his fill did he answer, “It’s a long story, but to put it briefly, this guy had a fiancée who now grovels at Lan Xingye’s feet, acting like a lovesick pup. You tell me, isn’t that green enough?”

Cheng Yao didn’t care one bit about Fei Wenxing’s dark expression, laughing as if he was reveling in someone else’s misfortune.

Then Qu Tong watched wide-eyed as the two of them started to squabble in the hall.

There was a reason why they could become good brothers.

Actually, the library had specialized cleaning robots, but they were all reassigned by Director Zhu.

Luckily, since the two of them virtually monopolized the library every semester, they were very adept at managing it, so Qu Tong didn’t have to put in much effort to finish up the job.

With the remaining time, she prepared to experience the virtual pods of Interstellar.

Low-grade virtual pods weren’t popular, so Qu Tong easily rented a room for 100 Star Coins.

Virtual pods were mainly used to simulate different combat situations for students to practice with mechas, and learning to pilot a flight vehicle was just one of its minor additional functions.

Lying in the suspension pod, Qu Tong first marveled at the advancement of technology, then began today’s main task.

The theoretical knowledge had been in place long before, it was just practice that was lacking.

Qu Tong first tried out the hovercar; she had driving experience from her past life, and even though Interstellar’s hovercars had been modified, Qu Tong was able to get the hang of it quickly.

Starting off slow and low, only driving in open areas, she gradually became proficient. Next came hovering and dodging obstacles.

Not difficult, but it required repetitive practice.

Qu Tong thought about the scarce points in her account, just enough for four uses of a low-grade virtual pod.

She couldn’t use up all of Xu An’s points either.

Mid-grade virtual pods consumed 500 points per use, high-grade virtual pods 1000 points, and S-rank virtual pods required 5000 points.

The higher the grade of the virtual pod, the more access it granted, and the closer the experience felt to reality; some scenarios were only available in high-grade virtual pods.

After practicing for three hours, the virtual pod signaled it was entering cooldown time, and Qu Tong emerged from the virtual world.

Her spiritual power was somewhat depleted, but the results were good; she could now pass the simulated driving test with a hovercar.

Next time, she’d come earlier, review a bit, and then start practicing with flight vehicles.

Qu Tong swiped the electronic screen next to the virtual pod, deleted her usage record, and then left the laboratory building.

*

Speaking of which,

Xu An, who had been in class, received a notification from his sister and checked his connections.

Inside, two quirky friend requests lay quietly:

[Long Spear Dipped in Shit, Pokes Whoever Dies, requests to add you as a friend]

[Water Gun Loaded with Pee, Sprays Whoever Cries, requests to add you as a friend]

Unable to hold it in, Xu An laughed out loud, instantly drawing the attention of his classmates and the instructor.

“Mr. Xu An, is there a problem?” the instructor asked doubtfully.

“No, no problem,” Xu An replied, shaking his head with slight discomfort.

Considering Xu An’s usual attentiveness in class and decent theoretical grades, the instructor didn’t push the matter further.