Taking advantage of the nurse’s break in the evening, William Bolton sat in meditation to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Unfortunately, this body was quite badly injured and currently very inconvenient to move. On top of that, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was turbid and chaotic, so the gathering process was very slow. Even so, William Bolton’s injuries were healing at a rate that left the doctors astonished. Almost every day when the doctors came to check on him, they would marvel at his recovery.

What made William Bolton feel most embarrassed was... no matter whether he needed to pee or poop, that nurse would always be right by his side. Especially when he had to pee, the feeling of having his manhood held in the young nurse’s hand was... extremely unpleasant.

Fate! William Bolton accepted it.

Other than that first time when the whole class came to visit under the counselor’s lead, no one else came to see William Bolton. This, from another perspective, showed that this body’s social relations weren’t great to begin with.

But it didn’t matter; William Bolton didn’t care about these things. Every day he had good food and drink, a beautiful nurse to take care of him, and he was in a good mood from having picked up a body with a foundation for cultivation. His recovery was going very well.

Ever since he was able to get out of bed and walk, William Bolton would often have the little nurse help him go out for a walk, observing this unfamiliar world. Every time William Bolton stared at some common object and asked some bizarre question, the little nurse couldn’t help but want to laugh.

She felt that this young boy seemed like some kind of antique, the little nurse thought to herself.

And William Bolton also found a way to pass the time. A few days ago, while watching TV, he accidentally discovered a very interesting show and had been following it ever since.

On this day, just as William Bolton was watching this delightful blockbuster with a smile on his face, Grace Foster pushed the door open and walked in. This beauty still looked as youthful and vibrant as ever, sunglasses perched on her head, carrying a pot of freshly made soup. She greeted William Bolton as she entered, then turned to glance at the TV and said, “Oh, you like watching this kind of children’s cartoon?”

William Bolton’s eyebrow twitched, and the smile on his face faded. He coughed dryly twice and said, “Just passing the time because I’m bored.”

Grace Foster snickered, put the thermos on the table, and said casually, “If you like it, just watch it. No one’s going to laugh at you.”

William Bolton scratched his forehead, his face a little flushed, but still said, “It’s just to kill some time, that’s all.”

Suppressing her laughter, Grace Foster handed a bowl of hot soup to William Bolton, looking at him mischievously.

William Bolton felt very embarrassed under her gaze. He kept his head down drinking soup, while keeping his ears tuned to the sounds from the TV.

Silence them! If this gets out, how will I ever survive in the cultivation world...

“Tom and Jerry is a classic cartoon,” Grace Foster suddenly said. “It took twenty-five years to create. The show is known for its slapstick style and lively plots. Lots of people like it—I do too.”

William Bolton choked on a mouthful of soup and started coughing violently.

“That little mouse in there is just too cunning and cute, always managing to win in the end,” Grace Foster also turned her gaze to the TV.

“That’s actually a mistake,” William Bolton shook his head. “It’s fine as entertainment, but if you take it as a philosophy of life, that’s completely wrong. A real man should be able to bend and stretch. That mouse shouldn’t keep provoking the cat’s patience over and over. On the contrary, I admire the cat more. Clearly, he could easily catch the mouse, but every time he just plays along. It’s lonely at the top, solitude like snow!”

Grace Foster blinked at William Bolton for a long time, seeing his serious expression, and then burst out laughing.

“Not watching anymore.” William Bolton walked over and turned off the TV.

His pride was hurt! Was what he said wrong? What did it mean for this girl to laugh so wantonly?

“Are you mad?” Grace Foster walked up to William Bolton, waving both hands in front of his eyes.

“Why would I be mad?” William Bolton continued drinking his soup.

“So petty.” Grace Foster didn’t bother with him anymore. She’d already gotten used to this boy’s personality over the past few days, so she simply took a PSP out of her bag and started playing a game.

After finishing his soup, William Bolton went out to the balcony to bask in the sun for a while. Hearing the crackling sounds coming from Grace Foster’s side, he walked over curiously and looked down.

He saw Grace Foster holding a pink PSP, playing a flight dodging game.

William Bolton could find some traces of this thing in his memory, but it was the first time he’d seen one in real life. He watched as Grace Foster controlled her character, weaving left and right through a hail of bullets, her reactions very quick.

“Ah, I died again,” Grace Foster cried out in frustration. On the screen, the plane exploded with a bang, breaking into pieces.

“Your movements are too slow,” William Bolton commented.

“You try!” Grace Foster angrily handed the PSP to William Bolton. William Bolton took it, examined it carefully, pressed a few buttons, and asked, “Are these for up, down, left, and right?”

“Yeah.” Grace Foster pointed to another button on the side and said, “This one is for the super energy shield. It makes you invincible for a while, but you can only use it three times.”

“Oh.” William Bolton nodded. “So the rule is just to dodge all the attacks, right?”

“Yeah.”

“How do you start?” William Bolton looked up and asked.