189: The fireball illuminated the entire living room.

Sure enough, he still trusted his unreliable Younger Male Cousin (Maternal side) too much!

He had repeatedly told his Mother Shen to help him keep the package safe, but he didn't expect that even after it was placed in his room, it still tragically fell victim to that accursed brat.

At this moment, endless rage burned in his heart.

If his parents weren't home, he swore he would beat Xiao Long until his own mother wouldn't recognize him!

How could such a rude and ill-mannered beast be born? Why was he allowed to live in this world!

A violent emotion surged in Shen Chuya’s heart for the first time.

This feeling had never arisen, even when he was surrounded by countless classmates at school, mocked and despised.

Despite this, Shen Chuya still took a deep breath, trying to suppress the emotions in his heart.

The most urgent task now was not to trouble that little brat, but to check his losses.

His gaze quickly swept across the desktop.

Suddenly, his mood, which he was trying to calm, was instantly shattered again. Because he saw his nearly completed Gundam model, its sword-wielding arm had been violently broken off.

The original position was empty, looking pitiful.

Not only that, besides the Gundam model, there were also five or six other figurine/model kits that had been placed on the desktop, most of which were more or less damaged.

Seeing this, Shen Chuya was heartbroken to the point of being unable to breathe.

These were all figurine/model kits he had meticulously crafted! Each one had taken countless hours and effort, each one was a painstaking masterpiece of his.

But in just ten short minutes, all the figurine/model kits were destroyed, which was more painful than having a knife repeatedly cut at his chest!

Oh right, the birthday gift the Streamer sent him!!!

Before the heartache could disappear, Shen Chuya suddenly remembered that this was the most important thing to him today!

Damage to the figurine/model kits he made himself was a minor issue, as they weren't worth much money, and he could only bear the pain. But the Nezha series figurine/model kits the Streamer gave him were something that money couldn't buy!

There was probably only one set like it in the whole world!!

If Xiao Long broke it, he would truly go crazy!

Quickly tossing his damaged figurine/model kits aside, Shen Chuya went to the table and began to carefully inspect them one by one.

Fortunately, the Nezha series figurine/model kits were well-preserved, which made Shen Chuya breathe a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, apart from the Nezha model that Xiao Long had just taken out, none of the five figurine/model kits were damaged; each was carefully placed in the center of the desktop.

It seemed Xiao Long must have also realized that the figurine/model kits in the package were extraordinary.

Shen Chuya knew his Younger Male Cousin (Maternal side) too well.

Not damaging the Nezha series figurine/model kits and even arranging them neatly in a row wasn't because he cherished them.

It was simply because that brat definitely wanted to claim this set of figurine/model kits for himself.

Of course, he wouldn't bear to damage his own things! That's why the birthday gift the Streamer gave him was spared and escaped disaster.

Thank goodness, thank goodness!

As long as this batch of figurine/model kits wasn't damaged, he could barely accept it.

In comparison, his unfinished Gundam model and the Ultraman figurine/model kits with broken limbs were practically not worth mentioning... Living room.

On the sofa, Xiao Long was seen sitting next to his father, fiddling with a small disc in his hand.

However, as he played, a hint of impatience gradually appeared on his face.

“Hahahahahahaha, Xiao Long, you've been fiddling with that figurine/model kit ever since you came out of the room, and you even said you were going to perform some magic?”

“What, not ready yet?”

Xiao Long's father, who was Shen Chuya's maternal uncle, said playfully from the sofa.

“Strange, why isn't there any reaction!”

“Just now in the room, Ao Bing's hammer could clearly get cold and turn water into ice. According to Nezha's abilities, the flame spear should get hot.”

Xiao Long mumbled softly, frantic with worry.

“What are you saying? Speak louder, I can't hear you.”

Xiao Long's father didn't hear his son clearly and asked, puzzled.

Evidently, he was already accustomed to Xiao Long's unauthorized entry into Shen Chuya's bedroom and casually fiddling with the figurine/model kits without permission, and he didn't find anything amiss.

Only Father Shen, sitting nearby, had a troubled expression, his brows filled with worry.

He had promised his son that he wouldn't let Xiao Long take or damage any model. But since the child hadn't actually broken anything yet, and given that they were relatives, he found it difficult to intervene too much.

And just then, the kitchen door in the distance was pushed open.

Xiao Long's mother, who had been chased out of the kitchen by Mother Shen, emerged from inside.

Xiao Long's mother's eyes instantly lit up when she saw the nezha figurine in her son's hand.

“Oh, son, isn't this that Nezha you were clamoring for a while ago? It's so beautiful!”

“It feels even better looking than what we saw online.”

Xiao Long stopped fiddling with it, looked up at his mother, his eyes showing a look of longing.

“Yes, Mom, this could very well be the legendary hidden edition!”

“It's even rarer than the limited edition sold on the official website!!”

No one knows a son better than his mother.

With just a glance, Xiao Long's mother instantly understood her son's thoughts.

She held a cucumber in her hand, munching on it as she casually said,

“What's the big deal? It's not a major issue. If you like it, just have your Older Male Cousin give it to you!”

“Anyway, your Older Male Cousin has so many figurine/model kits, and he can make them himself, so giving you a few is no big deal.”

“How about this, later, get a bag and have your dad pack them all up for you.”

Before Father Shen could speak.

Xiao Long's face instantly lit up with joy, “Thank you, Mom!!”

Seeing her son happy, Xiao Long's mother also showed a gentle smile on her face.

In her eyes, as long as Xiao Long was happy, everything else was a minor matter.

After learning that he could take the entire set of figurine/model kits, Xiao Long's mood immediately improved, and he no longer pondered why the nezha figurine couldn't have special functions like Ao Bing.

Nearby, Xiao Long's father pulled a cigarette from his portable Zhonghua cigarette pack, instinctively intending to light it himself, but then he saw Father Shen sitting next to him and, feigning politeness, offered it to him.

“Brother Shen, care for one?”

Father Shen waved his hand, refusing.

“I don't smoke at home, otherwise Xueqin will see it later and start nagging again.”

“Alright then.”

Xiao Long's father contentedly put the cigarette in his mouth, then pulled out a lighter from his pocket.

And just as he lit it.

Xiao Long seemed to have thought of something, a flash of excitement in his eyes.

Suddenly, he aimed the nezha figurine in his hand at his father, then pressed the switch on the small disc while rotating the dial.

Boom!

As the lighter ignited, what should have been a tiny flame instantly magnified dozens of times, and a huge fireball lit up the entire living room!