Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 133: Adding All to Luck Value

’System, check my current physical stats.’

’Acquiring data.’

A translucent panel slowly materialized before her.

[Beauty: 98]

[Health: 90]

[Flexibility: 81]

[Physique: 80]

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[Luck: 45]

Song Qingya never liked to let her points sit overnight.

She felt that letting system points accumulate in her account was a waste; she wanted to spend every point as soon as she earned it.

Previously, she had always put her points into Beauty and Health, investing them immediately almost every time she had any to spare.

She had been doing this consistently for nearly three months.

This body had originally been average, but she had conditioned it until it was nearly flawless.

Her skin had become delicate and smooth, and even her fingernails glowed with a healthy pink hue.

She never even got a cold or a fever, going the entire year without taking any medicine.

She was satisfied with these results, but lately, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

But recently, nothing had been going right. She felt like she had the worst luck.

The day before yesterday, it rained. She had specifically brought an umbrella, but its frame suddenly broke, leaving her soaked to the bone.

Yesterday, while buying groceries, the vendor tried to short her on the weight, insisting it was much less than what the scale showed and adamantly accusing her of trying to cheat him.

This morning when she woke up, her teacup slid off the table and shattered at her feet, nearly cutting the top of her foot.

These minor incidents, happening one after another, piled up and left her feeling irritable.

She sat at the table, staring into space with her brows tightly furrowed.

She didn’t believe in so-called fate, but she was starting to wonder if the system’s data was skewed.

’System, how many points do I have left to allocate?’

She finally couldn’t hold back any longer and sent out the query in her mind.

After a few seconds of silence, a new notification appeared at the top of the panel.

[Congratulations, Host. A key breakthrough has been made in relationship repair.

Additionally, for successfully unlocking the key figures ’Sun Qiang,’ ’Yang Yunhua,’ and ’Sun Zhenhai,’ the system has issued a reward of 2310 points, granting 18 free allocations.]

Song Qingya was slightly taken aback.

She hadn’t expected her recent actions to trigger a system reward.

Striking up a conversation with Sun Qiang, getting Yang Yunhua to admit her mistake, and having Sun Zhenhai voluntarily return her old belongings—she had thought these were just everyday trifles.

She never imagined the system would judge them to be key turning points.

An idea struck her, and she quickly made a decision.

’Put it all into Luck!’

She barely hesitated.

The past few days of bad luck had given her a strong craving for a higher Luck stat.

’All of it?’

The system asked in return, its tone seemingly hesitant.

This was rare.

’All of it!’

Song Qingya reinforced the thought with conviction, her attitude firm.

She didn’t want to lose out on trivial matters anymore, nor did she want to be inexplicably dragged into trouble.

She had to change her situation, even if this was just a test.

The system didn’t ask again.

A faint light gently swept over her entire body, from head to toe, lasting less than a second.

She blinked. Her body felt no different.

There was no heat, no tingling, no quickening of her heart.

The light was like an illusion, gone in a flash.

’Is that it?’

She couldn’t help but confirm it in her mind.

’It’s done.’

The system’s reply was curt.

Eighteen allocations, all poured into Luck. Her Luck stat should now be at an all-time high.

Unlike Beauty or Physique, where you could see the changes after adding points, this Luck stat was something else. After the boost, she felt nothing at all.

There was no outward sign, no immediate feedback.

It wasn’t like an enhanced Physique that let you carry an extra bag of rice, or improved Flexibility that let you do a backbend with ease.

The effect of Luck was invisible; it could only be verified through later experiences.

She couldn’t tell if it had worked right away. All she could do was wait.

「About half a month passed.」

As the days went by, she didn’t notice anything unusual at first.

Life went on as usual. She ate when she was supposed to eat and slept when she was supposed to sleep.

But gradually, she began to notice some subtle changes.

It was only then that Song Qingya slowly realized something was different.

She found that she was no longer running into minor accidents.

When walking down the street, someone would bump into the person next to her, but she would always manage to sidestep it perfectly.

When she went out on a rainy day, the downpour would stop just before she reached her destination.

Whatever she wanted to buy would be in stock at the first store she visited, so she didn’t need to shop around.

Once, she forgot her keys, only to find the back door ajar—apparently, a neighbor had propped it open for her after passing by.

Taken individually, these things were nothing special, but happening one after another, they started to seem unusual.

Her body felt heavier with each passing day, and she grew too lazy to go out.

She wasn’t sick, nor was she feeling down; she simply couldn’t muster the energy.

After waking up in the morning, she would lie in bed for an extra ten, or even twenty, minutes.

Her habit of tidying her room also began to slacken.

When she did go out, it was only to take a few steps in the courtyard.

She would stroll slowly along the stone path, her steps light and unhurried, with nowhere in particular to go.

The warm sun on her skin made her even less willing to move.

She would get together with Fang Huihui to sketch a shoe sole pattern and trade a bit of neighborhood gossip.

The two of them sat on small bamboo stools, sketching on paper with charcoal pencils.

Fang Huihui mentioned that her second son had recently found a master carpenter to apprentice under. The pay was low, but he was a diligent student.

Song Qingya listened, nodding and chiming in from time to time.

They talked about their children, their mothers-in-law, and the new candy seller at the end of the street. The topics were trivial yet comforting.

One day, she was just coming back from Fang Huihui’s house.

The weather was a bit overcast, and the wind felt damp against her face.

She walked slowly, thinking about the conversation she’d just had at Fang Huihui’s.

A cat darted past the stairwell, startling her and nearly making her drop her bag.

Just then, she saw Luo Fuman and Yang Yingzi standing at her door, holding a pile of things. They said they had come to thank her.

The two of them stood together, each carrying two or three bulging woven bags.

The mouths of the bags were tied with string, and a few nuts had spilled out from the gaps, rolling onto the steps.

Seeing her return, Luo Fuman immediately greeted her with a smile, shifting the bags to the side.

Luo Fuman was completely better now. His complexion was rosy, and his face was even a bit chubbier than before.

His voice was stronger, and his steps were steady as he walked.

When he was sick, he had been so thin he was wasting away, but now he looked like a completely new person.

The sleeves of his shirt were a little tight; his arms had clearly gotten bigger around.

He explained with a smile that his family had been making him chicken soup to drink every day, and he was also taking traditional medicine to recuperate.

It was obvious he was being well taken care of.

He stood up straight and puffed out his chest, as if showing off his recovery.

Yang Yingzi gently nudged him from the side, whispering for him not to just stand there showing off.

Luo Fuman gave a sheepish chuckle and fell silent, but he couldn’t hide the contentment on his face.

Yang Yingzi took her hand, thanking her profusely. The gifts they brought were practical—all local goods from their home.

Her hands were a bit rough, with calluses on the knuckles from manual labor.

But her grip was firm and her tone sincere as she thanked Song Qingya again and again.

She said that if it hadn’t been for Song Qingya’s help, Luo Fuman wouldn’t have recovered so quickly.

Everything was sorted and packed separately, with little paper labels indicating the contents.

Besides common things like sunflower seeds, peanuts, and pumpkin seeds, there were also premium items like hickory nuts and pine nuts.

One bag contained wild hazelnuts. Their shells were hard and they were small, but their flavor was exceptionally fragrant.

Another bag was full of dried ginkgo nuts; their surfaces were a bit wrinkled, but there were a lot of them.