Lily frowned deeply, her eyes glued to the textbook before her. She occasionally picked up her pen to jot down notes. Herta, meanwhile, lounged on the sofa, her black-stockinged legs crossed at the knees, thighs overlapping. One hand, curled into a fist, propped up her cheek, while the other held a science textbook. She yawned intermittently.
Amidst their diligent studying, time flew by, and evening soon arrived. Guided by Lily, the local expert, they headed to the best-rated restaurant in the neighborhood.
Watching Lily happily savor each spoonful of her meal, Herta hesitantly picked up her own spoon with her trembling right hand and took a tentative bite of the authentic local specialty.
The flavor... while not exactly unpleasant, it certainly wasn't delicious. By any measure, it paled in comparison to Dragon Nation cuisine.
Most Dragon Nation students studying abroad learn to cook. Why? Because foreign food can be... rather disappointing, to put it mildly. And Great Britain is a prime example of this.
(TL Note: British Food 😭)
Herta's lips twitched slightly as she looked at Lily across the table, thinking to herself, I appreciate you treating me to dinner, but maybe we should skip it next time.
After politely excusing herself, Herta finally escaped and bid farewell to Lily. She hurried home and immediately used the Chat Group to order some Dragon Nation cuisine, successfully resolving her dinner dilemma.
After a quick meal and cleanup, Herta glanced at the books stacked on her coffee table and decided to procrastinate for a while. She lifted her skirt, reached for the top of her pantyhose, and slowly peeled them off. Her toes were painted with the same vibrant purple nail polish as her fingernails.
Perhaps relieved from the tight confines of her boots and stockings, her feet instinctively stretched and flexed. Her ten dainty toes were delicate and fair, soft as newly sprouted buds in spring—a veritable feast for any foot fetishist.
Next, she stood before the mirror, carefully untying the purple butterfly ribbons from her hair one by one, restoring her hairstyle to its original long, straight simplicity.
Her long purple hair slipped through her fingers, feeling smoother than silk. She cupped a strand in her palm and brought it to her nose, inhaling its faint, pleasant scent—one of the reasons she refused to cut her hair, despite the hassle of maintaining it. She cherished her locks dearly.
Finally, she slipped off her dress and padded barefoot into the bathroom, ready for a long, luxurious bath before retreating to bed. Snuggled under the covers, she planned to unwind with her phone—a perfect end to the day.
As for reading? What book? What was there to read?
Moments later, Herta's exasperated voice echoed from the bathroom: "Where's the hot water? Seriously, why is this water heater broken?!"
Realizing she couldn't reach the appliance even on tiptoe, Herta hastily wrapped herself in a bathrobe. She dragged a chair over and, after a quick inspection, discovered the heater was a shoddy piece of junk, likely defective straight from the factory.
Her lips twitched. "Seriously? I'm already undressed, and you pull this on me?"
Left with no other choice, Herta decided to tackle the repair herself. After a quick glance, she understood the water heater's construction and pinpointed the exact problem.
It's worth noting that a typical repair technician would follow a straightforward process: diagnose the fault, fix it, and move on. But Herta was different. As mentioned earlier, her mind churned with a constant stream of ideas, a relentless torrent of inspiration.
Her repair process thus became:
Observe the structure. Understand the principles. Huh?! Maybe if I...? Continue troubleshooting. Wait a minute! What if we tried...? Begin repairs. Hmm?! I have a daring idea!
When Herta was merely studying theoretical knowledge, she hadn't felt this way. But now that she was actually getting her hands dirty, these constant flashes of inspiration naturally warped her repair style.
When someone's mind is flooded with "super cool" ideas, how could they possibly resist trying them out?
Sure, following the main road straight ahead would guarantee a successful repair. But suddenly, a side path appeared on the left offering free energy drinks! And another fork to the right provided complimentary shared helicopters! What's this? Another path even further left... with a rocket launch button?
What should have been a ten-minute fix ended up taking Herta an hour. Wrapped only in a bath towel, she dashed around the bathroom barefoot, finally completing the repairs.
She gazed at the showerhead in her hand, now etched with several magic runes, and nodded in satisfaction. The water heater no longer required electricity; it could now draw upon the sparse magic power drifting in the air. The showerhead could not only spray warm water perfect for bathing but also function as a hairdryer, blasting hot air, and even unleash flames through magic.
Furthermore, the water flow rate could be manually adjusted. Herta estimated that at its maximum setting, the pressure would be akin to a high-pressure water jet, capable of slicing through steel with ease.
But then, a sudden realization struck her. "Wait a minute... what's the point of all these features?"
Truth be told, there was no practical purpose. She had simply thought of them during the modifications and implemented them on a whim.
"It almost feels like I could strap this water heater to my back, wield the showerhead, and charge straight into battle..."
Muttering to herself, Herta finally unwrapped her towel and began her shower. By the time she finished and dried her hair, over an hour had passed.
Completely naked, she dove straight into bed, leaving only her head peeking out from under the covers. Now came the most delightful part: lying in bed and playing on her phone!
But less than thirty seconds later, Herta was already grinding her teeth in frustration, thanks to Great Britain's ancient mobile network. Even after Elysia ordered Baldy Burke to rush-deliver the latest White Eagle Phone through the Chat Group, Herta discovered it was still lagging terribly.
This time, however, the problem wasn't the phone itself, but the abysmal internet connection. The signal in Great Britain was simply atrocious!
Herta's lips trembled slightly. Determined to maintain her "beautiful girl" image, she stubbornly refrained from cursing aloud. Angrily tossing her phone aside, she puffed out her cheeks and reluctantly opened her physics textbook.
"Tomorrow!" she vowed. "I'll definitely build a base station that can transmit signals from the Inner World to the Outer World!"