The Marshal's Wife is Wild-Chapter 78 - 77 Should Call Wife

Si Yuting: [Are you up?]

Qu Tong stared at the screen for a while, her eyes shifting, then she held the brain-computer interface at a distance and with a “click,” took a photo and sent it.

Qu Tong replied: [I’m up.]

Then, with a slight smile playing on her lips, she twirled a strand of hair around her shoulder, waiting for Si Yuting’s reply.

Si Yuting opened the picture, stunned. It was a half-body shot of the girl lying on the bed, hugging the neck of the white goose plushie, with her soft black hair and clear, dazzling eyes, the side of her clothes sliding off her shoulder.

Si Yuting quickly looked away and minimized the picture.

But he had a good memory and had memorized all the contents of the photo with just one glance.

The fingers under his cuff twisted unconsciously.

Si Yuting: [Miss Qu, the potted plant you left behind doesn’t seem to be doing well. Shall I send it back to you?]

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Qu Tong raised an eyebrow, no reaction at all?

Continuing: [Calling me Miss Qu is too distant, you should call me wife or Tong Tong, or if you really aren’t comfortable with that, you can call me by my handle~ [Cute]jpg]

Si Yuting clicked into Qu Tong’s profile and stared at the nickname “Baby” for a moment: “…”

Qu Tong turned over, still hugging the big white goose, and smiled slyly like a little fox as she looked at the brain-computer interface that had yet to reply.

After a while, Si Yuting typed resignedly: [What about your potted plant?]

Seeing that Si Yuting really couldn’t say the words, Qu Tong simply omitted the formalities, done teasing him, she replied sincerely:

[Since I gave it to you, you can keep it. I’ll send you some Growth Liquid, just water it with one bottle per week.]

Si Yuting: [Okay.]

After the chat, Qu Tong deleted the note “Si Yuting” and changed it to: SUS.

Since she was no longer sleepy, she simply got up, freshened up, changed her clothes, and started running laps around the lawn.

The lawn was so big that normally one lap was enough for Qu Tong, followed by stretching, an essential daily routine.

She had grown two centimeters taller, now at 162 cm.

Two centimeters might not be much, but it gave her hope, showing that her special ability was indeed effective.

Who wouldn’t like to be a little taller, as long as it wasn’t too much?

She thought a height between 170-175 cm would be perfect, as clothes tend to look better on someone that tall.

If she could grow a bit more, reaching 170 cm would be enough to satisfy her.

Qu Tong took another shower and returned to her small room.

She didn’t know how to make Growth Liquid and couldn’t incorporate the potions she was unfamiliar with into her own spiritual power.

But as long as it was her own spiritual power, it would be effective on plants.

So, Qu Tong simply took out a bottle of the Spirit Power Stabilizing Potion, diluted it, then re-infused it with her own spiritual power, and added Blue Daffodil, changing the color of the potion.

After several attempts, he sent over twenty vials of the Spirit Power Stabilizing Potion to Si Yuting.

*

Over the next week or two, Xu An noticed that Qu Tong frequently visited the virtual pods in the laboratory building, and her credits were visibly dwindling at an alarming rate.

Xu An glanced at Qu Tong, who was tagging along with him for the lesson, and pursed his lips. Was piloting a flyer really that hard?

After all, flyers didn’t require spiritual power, and he had fully mastered it in just three days.

Even if his sister was a bit slow, she should have got the hang of it within a week, right?

Xu An wanted to ask his sister if she needed any help but was afraid of hurting her self-esteem, as it was clear that she was truly putting in the effort.

The teacher was demonstrating the power differences between mechas of different levels, and Qu Tong was listening intently, nodding her head from time to time when she understood.

Although the operation panel of the mecha had similarities with that of flyers, the mecha’s was evidently more obscure and complex, with higher demands.

In the end, Xu An couldn’t bring himself to ask and sighed, resolving to take on a couple more missions to earn some credits for his sister’s practice.

Qu Tong heard the sigh and, as it was just the end of class, turned her head in confusion and asked, “Bro, what’s wrong? You’ve been distracted since the class began, and now you’re sighing. Anyone would think they’d be serving you for dinner tonight.”

Xu An was amused by Qu Tong’s joke and shared his plan.

“I’m planning to apply for a mission with the school in a few days.”

“Bro, is it because I used too many credits and you’re running out?” Qu Tong almost instantly thought of this reason.

“No, it’s just that there aren’t any important classes coming up. Gaining more real-world experience helps to increase expertise,” he replied truthfully—the intent to earn credits was also true.

While his spiritual power limit was fixed, solid combat experience could give him an unexpected edge in certain situations, and that was the only area where he could make a breakthrough.

“So, what mission are you planning to do?”

“I haven’t decided yet. I’ll see if there are suitable teammates to form a group, then I’ll choose a mission.”

“Let me know when you’ve decided,” Qu Tong urged him.

Then, she’d find a way to persuade Xu An to take her along.

“Sure,” Xu An replied, assuming his sister was just concerned for him, so he agreed without hesitation.

*

Qu Tong had previously thought of using the pretext of practicing flyer piloting to study mechas in the virtual pods, which was why she had not taken the exam yet.

Since she was planning to go out, Qu Tong decided to buy another flyer for herself once she sold the next batch of potions.

She would go for her driving test this weekend.

But first, she needed to get a medical check-up.

Little did she know, she’d run into an acquaintance as soon as she arrived at the medical center.

The doctor was the same, and so was the patient.

Two junior nurses were giggling to one another, while Fei Wenxing was in a standoff with the doctor across a hospital bed, with Cheng Yao pulling him back vigorously.

“What’s going on here?” Qu Tong stopped at the entrance.

The doctor, noticing the person at the door and somewhat taking his frustration out on her, shouted, “The doctor is busy! If you’re not at death’s door, come back tomorrow.”

The junior nurses apologetically gestured to Qu Tong from the side, “The senior is in a bad mood today. You’re not in a hurry, right?”

“No rush; I just need a physical for the driving test.”

“That’s simple, I can take you to do that, but you’ll have to wait a bit,” the junior nurse explained patiently and then whispered to Qu Tong,

“This patient’s mental state is a bit off. He insists the senior has hidden his fox tail away, and now he’s determined to strip the senior’s pants to look for it.”

Qu Tong’s mouth twitched.

This idiot Fei Wenxing hadn’t gone off to eat poisonous mushrooms again, had he?

Then Qu Tong joined the junior nurses in watching Fei Wenxing initially chasing after Gu Xiao to pull down his pants and later pointing at Gu Xiao’s head and bursting into hearty laughter.

In the end, another on-duty doctor had to be called in. It took three of them together to subdue the overly energetic Fei Wenxing, inject him with a sedative, and take him in for stomach pumping.