Chapter 17: Does Fan Zhenzhen Have a System?

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An Xian wore a gentle smile, appearing warm and virtuous.
“Dad, pick some lettuce and fry the pork belly,” Xiaojia said eagerly, truly craving the meal.
Qin Bainian, whose head still throbbed from being pelted by rain, chuckled as he patted his shoulder. “Songzi, it’s nothing. Go ahead. At worst, you’ll just get a little wet. It’s not dangerous now, but it might be once the rain stops.”
Qin Baisong: ...
He strained to recall if he had done something wrong to provoke such blatant trouble being set for him, but after much thought, he couldn’t remember anything.
Just as he was about to firmly refuse, his mother said, “Songzi, if you’re fine, go pick some vegetables. Huihui needs to eat well to produce milk. If she doesn’t get good food, our little kitten won’t survive.”
What kitten? Was a word left out?
“Shall I go instead?”
Fan Zhenzhen raised her hand hesitantly. Besides feeling like an unnecessary eater, she genuinely worried about that little kitten.
Although the kitten looked a bit odd, with unusually thick limbs.
Well, as long as someone went, it was fine.
Fan Zhenzhen took the pot and basket and headed to the vegetable patch, where the bitter wheat greens she’d seen earlier, only knee-high, had now grown up to her hips overnight.
Or perhaps not overnight, more like a bit over an hour.
It was said the rain started at six in the morning, and now it was just half past seven.
Raindrops clattered on the frying pan with a ‘clang clang’ that hurt her eardrums. She wandered through the garden, picking a little from several types of vegetables.
She thought she might be imagining things, but the vegetable patch seemed larger.
If it had been two-tenths of a garden before, now it was nearly three-tenths. How could the garden have expanded? Surely just her imagination.
Once the basket was full, she hurried back.
But she walked too fast and tripped over something like a tree vine, falling with a ‘thud’.
She protected the basket carefully; only it fell to the ground, but none of the vegetables spilled out.
She was less fortunate, bumping her head against the frying pan, causing a buzzing in her mind and faint hallucinations.
[Beep beep, hello Fan Zhenzhen, welcome to the Plant World.]
Fan Zhenzhen: ...
What on earth?
Forget it, she decided to ignore it for now.
Looking back, she saw it really was an old tree vine she’d kicked out of the soil, and it looked inexplicably pitiful.

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She glanced around nervously, then buried it back into the earth as if guilty.
“There’s plenty of water, so no need to water it for you.”
Carefully balancing the pot and carrying the basket, she continued back. The twenty-plus meters felt like over two hundred, exhausting her.
As soon as she put the things down, the buzzing in her head returned with a voice.
[New task issued: Save the premature panda cub. Task reward: One pet egg.]
Fan Zhenzhen: …
She couldn’t believe it, patting her head, but the moisture made droplets scatter everywhere.
Those nearby silently stepped away, keeping at least three meters from her.
Grandma Qin sifted through the basket and took away half the vegetables; Huihui was big and ate a lot, and this might only last one meal.
The rest was cooked, just enough for the family’s dinner.
“Zhenzhen, you’re soaked through. Go change your clothes first,” Gu Suyun said softly.
Fan Zhenzhen twisted her neck awkwardly, wanting to say something but hesitating, she silently went to change.
The clothes were bought by this family, cheap sets from the market, but for her now, having food and clothes was already a blessing—no complaints.
After changing, she wiped her hair and pulled Qin Xiaoyu aside.
“Xiaoyu, did you hear any strange voices just now? Like ‘Welcome to the Plant World’ or something?”
Qin Xiaoyu was about to speak when a voice came from Fan Zhenzhen.
[Host, only you can hear the system’s voice.]
The words stuck in his throat as he decided to observe first.
Fan Zhenzhen stood there stunned. At just sixteen, she hadn’t read many novels and had little concept of systems.
“What’s wrong with you?” Qin Xiaoyu asked.
Fan Zhenzhen thought for a moment and said, “There’s a voice in my head from some plant system. It just popped up and gave me a task. What should I do?”
Qin Xiaoyu asked, “What task?”
Fan Zhenzhen replied, “Save a premature panda cub. Seriously, pandas are national treasures with so few in the country. Where am I supposed to find one?”
Qin Xiaoyu: …
No need to look anywhere—the family already had one.
He hesitated, eyes flickering slightly, and asked, “Do you mind if others know you have a system? Maybe you should ask it if it’s okay for people other than you to know.”
Fan Zhenzhen was still innocent and naive. She wouldn’t mind if only this family knew, but she still wanted to ask the system.

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[You may, but only with people you trust. Otherwise, you might face danger.]
Like being locked up or dissected.
Those were things humans could do, especially the notorious mad scientists.
Fan Zhenzhen agreed silently and conveyed this.
For some reason, she deeply trusted this family—from eighty-year-old Old Qin to the eight-year-old twins.
Qin Xiaoyu suppressed his excitement and shouted outside the room,
“Mom, come quick, there’s big news.”
An Xian, who had been staring blankly at the heavy rain, snapped to attention and hurried inside.
Qin Xiaoyu pointed to Fan Zhenzhen and said, “Mom, she says she has a system. You can ask her for details.”
At first, An Xian didn’t react, then her eyes widened.
Holy cow!
A system? She actually had a system.
Was this world finally going to turn into the way she imagined?
“What kind of system? What does it do? Is there a newbie pack? A system shop? Is it resource-based or task-based…” An Xian rattled off rapidly, firing a barrage of questions.
Fan Zhenzhen blanked for a while before meekly replying, “No newbie pack, no system shop, tasks start immediately after binding.”
Qin Xiaoyu added, “Her first task is to save a panda cub. As for the reward… what was it again?”
He turned to Fan Zhenzhen.
“A pet egg,” she said.
An Xian pondered, feeling this system seemed odd.
How to put it—kind of weak.
Without hesitation, she waved her hand grandly, “It’s just saving a panda cub. No big deal. You pick vegetables in the garden every day, and once the rain stops, the task will almost be done.”
She had been watching just then—the panda Huihui, after eating vegetables, had much more milk, and the cub seemed more energetic after nursing.
Fan Zhenzhen was initially puzzled but was shocked once it was explained.