Since the Song family is not a match for the Yang family in terms of strength, then start from the side.

However, starting from the side is also a technical job.

If Xia Yi came to operate, he could at most influence the girls of the Yang family, but there were still men in the Yang family.

So, he is not going to take action by himself.

He came to Song Yan's house and rang the doorbell.

Seeing that it was Xia Yi, Song Yan happily opened the door and grabbed Xia Yi's hand.

"Come in quickly and see the new clothes I have customized for Sister Qiong."

When she entered Song Yan's room, Xia Yi saw a doll wearing a dying kushui.

Whether it is silver hair, brown eyes, or even the three words Kasuhino on the water of the Deaku, are very well-established.

After just complimenting the doll, Xia Yi got to the point.

"You will go and compete with the Yang family the day after tomorrow, right?" he asked.

"Yes, this time we plan to play a survival game in the forest, without any food or tents, pick up materials on the spot, and live until the competition is over."

Song Yan's words made Xia Yi know why they lost so badly later.

He actually gave up the competition and was thinking about how to play it.

"You just gave up winning or losing?"

"It's not comparable anyway." Song Yan replied.

The people of the Song family do not want to win, and everyone has a competitive spirit.

However, over ten years of competition made them know that they could not beat the Yang family at all.

"You can't compare with your strength, but the competition only looks at the winner and loser, while strength is just one element that affects the winner and loser."

"What?" Song Yan reacted. Xia Yi wanted him to win that competition.

He instinctively wanted to refuse, but Xia Yi's next words attracted his attention.

Xia Yi said: "Although you, the sister Qiong, is already very sophisticated in the superficial setting, it has no soul."

"How can a doll have a soul?" Song Yan was stunned.

You also know that it's just a doll!

After complaining in his heart, Xia Yi continued: "First of all, it won't move."

"Isn't this nonsense? Whose doll will move?"

Don't say it, my puppet really knows how to move.

"Secondly, it doesn't even have a hole, not to mention fierceness."

"How do you have this?" Song Yan looked confused.

Ignoring him, Xia Yi said again: "It can't speak, it won't accompany you to bed."

"It's just a doll!"

"So, are you satisfied with just fantasizing about a doll?" Xia Yi looked at Song Yan with deep eyes.

Song Yan had nothing to say for a moment.

Of course he was not satisfied with this. For many nights, he thought that the doll could move and gallop on him, but the reality was cruel.

"I feel like I'm here, I can play cosers!" He retorted Xia Yi without much toughness.

"Coser is dressed as a human, her hair, her eyes, and her body are all false."

"How could there be something real!"

"Yes, it really cannot exist, but it can still be done as realistic as possible."

"How to do it?" Song Yan was attracted by Xia Yi's words.

Speaking of this, Xia Yi knew that his plan had been achieved.

Click [Mall] and he bought something.

Song Yan then saw that a card appeared out of thin air in Xia Yi's hand.

[Transformation card: It can transform the human body. It can only be used once, and the change cannot exceed 50% of the human body]

He gave the card to Song Yan, and Xia Yi told him the function.

"As long as you win the competition, this card is yours."

"But I can't compare..."

"Strength is just one element of winning or losing, you can start from other aspects."

"How to buy it?" Song Yan was still a little confused.

"Didn't you have a good relationship with the young people in the Yang family? Can you let them let you do it once?"

"Yes!" With a knock on his palm, Song Yan said that this was completely feasible.

"I'll give you this, I'll wait for your good news."

After giving the card to Song Yan, Xia Yi added: "When contacting the Yang family, be careful not to reveal this matter, so that they can pretend to be a little more."

"Don't worry, I know." Song Yan, who agreed, had another doubt in his heart.

He asked: "Xia Yi, why do you care so much about my family's winning or losing?"

In his opinion, as his fellow friend, having a lifelike second-dimensional wife is also Xia Yi's dream, and now, Xia Yi has given him this dream.

"Don't your sister likes these vulgar people?" Xia Yi said helplessly.

"I understand." Looking at Xia Yi sincerely, Song Yan said, "Although I don't think the third-dimensional woman can see it, I respect your choice. I will help you after my sister comes back."

The two looked at each other and reached a deal.

After sending Xia Yi out, Song Yan, who returned home, held the card and felt itchy, and couldn't wait to create a second-dimensional wife.

However, there are many things to consider.

Which second-dimensional wife he wants to turn into real?

Is it Sansan, senior sister or sister Qiong?

Maybe it could be Brother Shuang? He played mahjong with her, and played one game and took off one piece. Hehehehe.

Speaking of which, Rem is not bad, and he also needs a maid.

No, maids are easy to get, but cards are not often available.

Since you have the same ability, you must maximize your performance, so the best thing is outside the human world!

Is Tamamomae better? Or Thor, or Seto Yoshi?

After struggling for a while, Song Yan finally made a decision.

Then, he began to worry about another thing.

Whose body does he want to transform?

He took out his cell phone and flipped through the coser who had something to do with him.

No, how can those dirty guys be worthy of becoming his wife!

Should I choose an unemployed person?

But even without human affairs, those guys are still disgusting.

Women in the third dimension are all dirty.

He struggled with this all night, and the next morning, he decided to pay attention.

He called and started a transaction about the competition.

...

...

A week later, Xia Yi came down from the villa and saw the happy Song Ya.

"Have you won?" He also smiled.

"Win." Thinking of what she promised, Song Ya felt a little uncomfortable.

Sure enough, my plan was correct.

Sitting at the dining table, Xia Yi first praised himself and then started to enjoy breakfast.

After breakfast, he went to find the middle school girl again.

Something wrong with the middle school girl’s emotions today.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Xia Yi was puzzled. There was no such thing in the previous world line.

"It's that guy Song Yan." The second-middle girl replied.

"What's wrong with Song Yan?"

"He...," the girl bit her lip, not knowing how to explain it, "You will know when he comes back!"

Xia Yi frowned and thought for two seconds, and a possibility flashed through his mind.
Chapter completed!