Grandma Zhang’s mind was filled with countless complex and conflicting thoughts.

For a moment, her expression seemed a bit withered.

Upon hearing her son’s voice inside, her feeling of helplessness grew stronger.

When offspring disappoint, what can one do? Just bear with it. Try to plan as much for him while still alive.

Grandma Zhang sighed mournfully, frustrated, and couldn’t be bothered to respond to the voice inside.

She busied herself packing away two wooden animal carvings, instructing the smart robot to send the package to the designated delivery point.

The items would then be transported by interstellar ships to various places.

The Zhang Family’s robot was evidently smarter than the hunk of metal at Su Li’s house, which meant it was far more expensive.

As soon as Grandma Zhang got home, Zhang Tianci heard her arrival. He yelled enthusiastically several times without getting any response.

Zhang Tianci didn’t mind, keeping a cheeky smile on his face. Every time his mom returned from next door, she’d be in a bad mood for a while. He was used to it.

Isn’t it just feeling uneasy about taking advantage of a young girl? Only the old lady had such unnecessary goodwill.

If there’s a chance you don’t take, you’re a fool.

Usually, the old lady would take good care of that girl from the Su Family, so it’s only fair for her to return the favor. It was just the old lady’s stubborn nature unable to figure it out.

Zhang Tianci didn’t care. He put on his slippers and walked out with a clapping sound.

"Mom, you’re back." Zhang Tianci smiled ingratiatingly at Grandma Zhang, his eyes darting around, looking sly and greasy.

Finally, Zhang Tianci’s restless eyes settled on the two wrapped items in the robot’s hands.

His eyes lit up, his mood lifted, and he began to flatter the old lady even more excessively.

The old lady’s stern face couldn’t withstand her middle-aged baby boy’s oily tongue.

"You, stop being so lazy," Grandma Zhang said earnestly.

Seeing that his mother was about to launch into a long lecture, Zhang Tianci cunningly changed the topic, "Mom, I understand, I’ll change next time. About the money..."

Zhang Tianci rubbed his hands together excitedly in front of Grandma Zhang, looking expectant.

"It’s all here."

Grandma Zhang’s hard heart couldn’t stay firm against this child of old age.

She knew her son’s current state was because she’d spoiled him. But what could she do? He was her only son.

Zhang Tianci had no clue about his mother’s worries.

When he saw the amount of credit points, his cheerful expression immediately turned downcast. His previously somewhat festive fleshy face now looked fierce and vicious.

"Why is there so much less?" Zhang Tianci glanced skeptically at Grandma Zhang, his tone unhappy.

Grandma Zhang leapt up and slapped the back of Zhang Tianci’s head, "You scoundrel, do you think I hid it?"

Zhang Tianci stiffened his neck and questioned, "Isn’t that the case?"

"You, you..." Grandma Zhang was furious, her chest feeling tight.

Seeing his mother’s furious expression, Zhang Tianci was a bit scared, worried that he’d anger his mom to death, leaving no one to take care of him.

Despite looking like a man in his thirties, he was actually ninety years old.

This age was far from reaching the average lifespan of citizens.

But that depended on the comparison. People with remarkable spiritual power in the interstellar realm, like those in the Elder Council, lived for hundreds or even thousands of years.

It’s pointless to even look at that average lifespan. Those people single-handedly pushed the average value up.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tianci couldn’t help feeling angry. Life was inherently unfair.

His aptitude was poor, and now at ninety, he was aging rapidly, resembling a middle-aged man. His estimated future lifespan wasn’t optimistic. Since things were like this, why bother striving? Wouldn’t it be better to live easily?

His mom gave birth to this waste of a son, so naturally, she should take responsibility for his life.

Heartlessly thinking this, Zhang Tianci nonchalantly pursed his lips, casually uttering conciliatory words, "Mom, I was wrong, don’t be angry."

Despite her anger, Grandma Zhang went along with the opportunity her son offered.

"Su Li’s child has it tough too. Her spiritual power hasn’t recovered yet. Don’t take any orders on the Star Network these days."

Zhang Tianci dared not further provoke his angry mom and reluctantly agreed.

"Also, help gather information about our planet’s academies."

"Fine, fine," Zhang Tianci replied impatiently, slamming the door and heading to his room, slippers clapping boldly.

Grandma Zhang wasn’t worried about her son being careless. He was idle, but still fulfilled promises.

About the conversation between the Zhang Family mother and son at the Persian cake shop across the street, Su Li knew nothing.

Though she’d entrusted the matter to Grandma Zhang, Su Li didn’t let go entirely.

Patiently waiting for the old robot to activate the projector, it displayed a virtual network in front of her half a meter away.

Information about Shuimu Star was available on the Star Network, but not much.

Citizens on this planet would save up as much as they could or send children to schools on other planets as a primary choice if their children were promising.

Only those with poor aptitude and no better prospects would choose to send their children to schools on Shuimu.

Su Li found only three academies on Shuimu through the Star Network.

The descriptions of the three academies felt lackluster and uninterested.

Even knowing they’re all quite mediocre, you have to pick the best of the bad ones. Su Li felt she had some standards.

Hoping Uncle Zhang would be helpful.

While Su Li was struggling, someone else was going crazy in another place.

*

A sudden loud roar emanated from a luxurious estate on Central Star’s central district.

The surrounding patrolling guards were immediately drawn to the commotion.

"Don’t worry, it’s our young master."

Upon hearing the housekeeper mention this family’s young master, the guard captain nodded understandingly. Without saying anything, he gestured for the team to disperse, leading them to leave in a different direction.

After dismissing the patrol squad, the housekeeper reminded the servants again, "The young master is in a bad mood, don’t approach this area."

The servants quaked with fear, affirming nervous agreement.

The young master was reckless, prone to mood swings, even his parents struggled with his temperament, best to avoid his wrath.

Specially instructed by the housekeeper, the entire villa remained quiet, making the angered voice more pronounced.

The owner of the voice, at this time, paced around the room, clutching a simple wooden carved figurine.

If Su Li were here, she’d surely recognize that the wooden carving in the youth’s hand was her handiwork.