Wei Feng left, still puzzled by Yu Zhou's parting words, but he kept them in mind nonetheless.
Back inside the house, Yu Zhou looked toward Camearra — who was lying on the bed, legs crossed, swinging them lazily in the air. He let out a soft sigh.
Just thinking about what might happen after returning home already gave him a headache.
When the time came, not only would his parents be there, but the neighbours as well — and they would definitely gossip.
Yu Zhou's family didn't live in the city. Their home was just a small roadside village.
In villages like that, even the tiniest bit of gossip — a quarrel, a broken plate, a missing chicken — would spread through the entire community by the next morning.
So, if Yu Zhou brought a beautiful young woman home?
Then by the next day, every single person in the village would know about it.
And through word of mouth, the story would surely mutate in ways beyond imagination.
For example, if he ate a single fried dough stick today, by the time it reached the last person's ears, it might've turned into "he treated her to a full hotpot dinner."
Yu Zhou rubbed his temples. "Guess I'll just have to face it head-on."
He shook his head, pushing the thoughts aside. It wasn't worth worrying about too much — he just needed to wait for the right time.
When the hour finally came, Yu Zhou took out his Sparklence, held it against his chest, and transformed into Ultraman Tiga.
At human size, Tiga didn't attract much attention. Only Camearra, standing nearby, witnessed the transformation.
Camearra didn't transform herself. Instead, she wrapped her arms gently around Yu Zhou as white particles of light surged around them, enveloping their bodies completely.
When the glowing light faded, the small, rundown rental room was empty — only some clutter, the bed, and a small wardrobe remained.
Moments later, the two reappeared in a deserted alley several thousand kilometres away.
Yu Zhou released his transformation and returned to his human form.
He hadn't transported directly to his village — instead, they had arrived in a small town not far from it.
The town was livelier than his home village, bustling enough to buy a few things before heading back.
Yu Zhou couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.
Even though he had more than enough money now, he had never once sent anything home to help with family expenses.
So, this time, he decided to bring back a proper load of gifts.
After roughly measuring the width of the alley, Yu Zhou glanced around — no one nearby.
He then pulled a car out of his space bracelet.
Carrying everything by hand was too much trouble, and the village was still some distance away. A vehicle was the most practical choice.
Driving the gleaming, brand-new car out of the alley instantly caught people's attention.
After all, in a small town like this, luxury cars weren't a common sight.
The car he'd bought was just something he picked on a whim. When the salesperson had introduced the BMW X7, Yu Zhou had agreed immediately.
He didn't really understand cars anyway — but with money, such details didn't matter much.
As long as it was comfortable to drive, that was enough.
Parking in a roadside spot, Yu Zhou and Camearra stepped out of the car and entered a nearby convenience store.
They bought several boxes of gifts and loaded them into the trunk.
Just as they were about to leave, Yu Zhou's eyes caught sight of a phone shop next door.
He suddenly remembered his younger cousins — several of them, boys and girls — who were all quite close to him.
It wouldn't feel right to come home empty-handed.
These days, kids loved their gadgets — phones, computers, tablets. So, naturally, that was what he'd buy.
"Hello, I'll take ten of these models," Yu Zhou said, pointing to the latest high-end smartphone.
The salesperson froze for a moment, doubting his ears.
After confirming several times that Yu Zhou wasn't joking, the man rushed to the back to fetch the stock.
Ten flagship phones — all top configuration. That was no small purchase.
No wonder, he thought, the beautiful girl standing beside the young man looked like that.
Wealth like that explained everything.
After finishing their shopping spree, Yu Zhou loaded everything into the car and drove toward the village.
As soon as they passed through the entrance, the villagers along the roadside began to take notice.
Yu Zhou recognized every one of them — after all, they all came from the same small village.
Some were distant relatives, others old neighbours.
All of them, as the saying went, shared the same ancestors.
Through the tinted glass, they couldn't see who was inside the car.
But Yu Zhou could hear every single word of their chatter outside.
They were wondering whose car this was, where it came from, and whether some big boss had driven in from the city.
The car slowly rolled through the narrow village roads until it stopped in front of a familiar old house.
"We're here, Camearra," Yu Zhou said as he turned off the engine and pulled the handbrake.
Camearra nodded lightly. "I'm ready."
The luxury car parked in front of the old house immediately drew attention.
Not only from Yu Zhou's parents — but also from the nearby neighbours who quickly came out to see what was going on.
"Who could that be?"
"Such a fancy car — who drives something like that around here?"
"Well, obviously the driver, you idiot."
"…Fair point."
"But who's the car's owner, then? Who are they visiting?"
"It's parked right there, isn't it? Must be looking for Old Yu's family!"
"Wait, since when did Old Yu's family know rich people like that?"
"Hard to imagine, huh?"
The murmurs spread rapidly through the crowd.
None of the villagers knew exactly how much such a car cost, but everyone recognized that blue-and-white emblem — BMW.
Which meant expensive. Very expensive.
But the real question on everyone's mind was — why was such a car parked right outside Old Yu's house?
"Xia Sheng, why do you think that car stopped in front of our place?"
Yu Zhou's mother stood at the doorway, looking confused, turning to ask her husband.
"How should I know?"
Yu Xia Sheng — Yu Zhou's father — shook his head, just as puzzled.
"Old Yu! Who's that in the car?" one of the nearby neighbours shouted curiously.
"I don't know either!" Yu Xia Sheng called back helplessly.
He'd lived his whole life in this village, never once meeting any rich folks.
Could it be… an old classmate? A friend from long ago?
But no — none of them had ever done that well for themselves. Most were either migrant workers or farmers.
No one he knew could afford a car like that.
The crowd outside grew thicker.
Neighbours, passersby, and even villagers who had just caught a glimpse of the luxury car all gathered around, craning their necks to see who was inside.
Inside the car, Yu Zhou sighed heavily.
He really wanted to get out — but he hadn't expected so many people to gather so quickly.
If he stepped out now, wouldn't the whole village go crazy?
By tomorrow, it would probably be the headline gossip everywhere.
"What's wrong? Aren't you getting out?"
Camearra tilted her head, a little puzzled by Yu Zhou's hesitation.
"I will… but there are just too many people."
Yu Zhou exhaled slowly, staring at the crowd pressing closer outside.
He truly had no idea how to make them all leave.