Chapter 155

Chapter 151

The class bell rang, and the 8 AM class generally had the highest absentee rate.

Although only a minority of university students have nightlife, it doesn't prevent those without nightlife from staying up late.

Especially for some non-major classes, if the teacher doesn't frequently take roll, the classroom is often empty.

Professor Zhu never took roll.

Li Zhuoyuan personally witnessed the change in the number of students in his classroom from many to few, and then from few to many.

Some students, even with sleepy, hazy eyes, would yawn and stumble into the classroom.

Students can distinguish between good and bad.

In fact, teachers don't understand what kind of confidence it takes to maintain the number of students in class without relying on roll calls. Unfortunately, they don't have that level.

Fewer and fewer people deliberately sang counterpoints in the classroom, and even quite a few former 'troublemakers' had now become actively engaged individuals who thought and spoke actively in the rich content of the lecture.

This semester's political thought class was coming to an end. Before the class finished, Professor Zhu asked everyone to open their books and start marking passages.

"This is the first question."

"This is the second question."

"This is the third question."

The students went from initially not daring to believe it to eventually smiling with joy.

This was no longer just marking; it was equivalent to giving the answers directly.

Professor Zhu closed his book and said:

"Students, I will be very strict during the exam."

The students all laughed.

After the students finished laughing, Professor Zhu said earnestly:

"The reason I mark the answers for you in advance is simply so I don't hope you cheat during the exam. I hope you can have enough time to memorize this content.

In fact, from elementary school to junior high school, high school, and university, you have learned a lot of knowledge, but most of it will not be used after you step into society.

But it..."

Professor Zhu raised the book in his hand and gently patted it:

"It can help you better understand and recognize society, to chew on for the rest of your life."

Class ended.

Li Zhuoyuan was still sitting in the back row of the lecture hall. He had just finished recording the fourth wave of the 'Zhuoyuan Secret Volume'.

Recording is only the first step; the next main task is to revise the 'Walk River Behavior Norm'.

This is a big project, including re-sorting and re-understanding the results of this experiment.

Theoretically speaking, his fourth wave had already been walked. Before it came, he had proactively walked past.

But learning from past lessons, he would not be complacent because of this; there was still a long and arduous road ahead.

Professor Zhu habitually walked to the back row after other students left, and came to the boy's side.

"Xiao Yuan, are you writing something?"

"Yes, I'm doing a summary." Li Zhuoyuan closed the 'Zhuoyuan Secret Volume', put away his pen, and then looked up and asked, "Professor Zhu, I have something I want to ask you."

"Go ahead."

"There is something that is pushing and influencing my life, which makes me very resentful."

"That's very normal. So you are observing it?"

"Always observing."

"Keep talking."

"Sometimes, I deeply resent its influence and control over me. I suspect it brings a kind of inherent malice towards me.

But at other times, I recognize some of its logic to a certain extent, and I even proactively use... utilize it."

"Are you competing with it?"

"Right."

"Does it know?"

Connecting with the previous 'Five Senses Seal Diagram' wave, Li Zhuoyuan replied: "I think it should know."

"Your confusion lies in not knowing or not being sure how to specifically face it?"

"Yes."

Professor Zhu nodded and said:

"The process of contradiction development is the result of the unity and struggle of contradictions. Unity is the basis of development, and struggle is the motive of development."

In front of Li Zhuoyuan's eyes, a river seemed to appear, flowing.

He laughed.

Professor Zhu also smiled and said: "See, do I need to continue to elaborate?"

Li Zhuoyuan stood up, bowed to Professor Zhu, and said very sincerely: "Thank you, Professor."

When facing the river, he once tried to find a fixed rule and answer, and then he discovered he was wrong. Now, through experimentation, he has found a new perspective to understand it.

Unexpectedly, the answer was actually summarized early and written on paper.

Professor Zhu shook his head, pointing to the 'Zhuoyuan Secret Volume' that Li Zhuoyuan had just closed, and said:

"I only repeated a concept to you once. The reason you can understand it is because you have done investigation and practice."

"You are right."

"Moreover, the cognition of the same concept, even the same sentence, will be different in different stages of the future."

"I will continue to work hard, thank you, Professor."

"It's I who should thank you for helping my wife fulfill her wish. I dreamed of her last night. She was in that place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, laughing very happily.

I plan to go back to her hometown to retire after I stop teaching and spend my remaining years.

By the way, are you busy this afternoon?"

"What do you need, Professor Zhu?"

"I don't need anything." Professor Zhu took out two tickets from his pocket, "The unit sent them, the Jinling University Student Art Party. Do you want to go?"

Li Zhuoyuan also took out a similar ticket from his pocket.

Tan Wenbin gave him this in the morning.

Earlier, the institute required each class to present a program. Tan Wenbin was the class monitor.

Originally, it was voluntary sign-ups within the class, but the result was zero.

This class was truly an artistic desert.

Wu Fatty clearly told Tan Wenbin that the school attached great importance to this selection, and even for the institute's preliminary round, school leaders would come to watch. "You must not give me a collective poetry recitation to just get by."

At that time, the program list Tan Wenbin submitted was just one collective poetry recitation from Class 1: "Ah, my Haihe River, the cradle of my growth!"

There was no other way. Usually, all the class trivial matters were handled by the branch secretary. Wu Fatty cared about him very much. At this critical moment, he, the hands-off class monitor, had to step up.

Therefore, Tan Wenbin could only bring out his trump card - sending out Lin Shuyou.

An official general's performance was not suitable because it was just one person, and the stage effect would not be good.

Could he let Lin Shuyou stand on stage in front of a large audience and perform a plea for a child's body?

But Tan Wenbin also had a way; he let Lin Shuyou perform a lion dance.

He rented a lion suit, and he didn't need a partner; he could dance alone, and then put some tables, chairs, and stools on the stage to form some plum blossom piles.

Lin Shuyou had indeed come into contact with lion dance when he was in his hometown. Although he didn't specialize in it, he was skillful.

During the institute's selection, as soon as he got on stage, he conquered the school leaders, making other performances pale in comparison.

Finally, it was decided that this would be the program sent by the school.

"Oh, you have one." Professor Zhu was about to take back the two tickets.

"But I also have friends who want to go, and they are just worried." Li Zhuoyuan took the two tickets, "Thank you, Professor Zhu."

Leaving the classroom, Li Zhuoyuan walked towards the living area with his bag.

He walked into the affordable store.

It was between the two morning classes, so there weren't many customers in the store.

Runsheng was standing in front of the counter, trying on clothes one by one under Yin Meng's requirements.

A Li had designed a set of outing clothes for everyone, which was Runsheng's best set of clothes.

Usually, he liked to wear vests and had many old clothes brought from his hometown in Nantong, which he was always reluctant to throw away.

Yin Meng was first influenced by Aunt Liu, and later became best friends with Zheng Jiayi, often going shopping together, and her dressing style gradually changed.

Based on the principle of wanting to drag Runsheng along to progress together, Yin Meng forced Runsheng to go shopping once.

Before, at Taiye's house, Runsheng wouldn't complain about being tired even if he worked like a donkey all day.

After shopping that time, Runsheng was completely exhausted, mainly mentally.

Trying on clothes one by one, bargaining one by one, trying them on and bargaining without buying them, and then going to the next store to look.

During this time, he also had to cooperate with Yin Meng's requirements, such as not wearing a well-fitting piece of clothing and just nodding and saying "good, good, good," but first finding fault.

So, when Yin Meng wanted to drag Runsheng to the store to choose clothes again, Runsheng shook his head like a rattle and absolutely refused to go again.

Yin Meng had no choice but to go with Zheng Jiayi, and according to Runsheng's size, they told the boss, bought all the clothes, kept the ones that fit, and returned the ones that didn't.

"Xiao Yuan brother, Xue Liangliang called earlier." Yin Meng pulled at Runsheng's clothes and motioned for him to turn around, while continuing, "He said he will be back at school in two days for a project Luo Gong has."

"Just called?"

"Right."

Li Zhuoyuan walked to the phone, pressed several times, and flipped to the previous incoming calls.

Sure enough, the prefix was from Nantong.

After handing them the two tickets, Li Zhuoyuan ignored Runsheng's pleading gaze and walked out of the store.

Arriving at Liu Yumei's house, A Li was in the study painting.

The initial shape of this painting was a crowd of people bowing in worship who could not be seen directly. The boy and the statue behind him had not yet been painted.

After listening to the narration of the fourth wave, A Li directly chose this scene.

After Li Zhuoyuan walked in, A Li put down her brush, walked to the zither and sat down. There was a chair next to her, and Li Zhuoyuan sat down close to her.

The boy could paint even when he was not present, but learning the zither was not okay yet.

The girl first played a melody with one hand, and then the boy imitated and played a section, and then it went back and forth continuously.

This teaching method could be called a literal meaning: simple sketching.

But considering the specific learner's IQ, it was the most concise and efficient.

Moreover, Li Zhuoyuan originally had a foundation in music theory.

Aunt Liu came in with two plates of fruit. She put one plate in the middle of the two people, and held the other plate in her hand, leaning against the study door, eating with a toothpick while watching and listening.

Compared to more than a year ago at Li Sanjiang's house, both children had obviously grown up a bit.

Before they were together, they were just standard golden boy and jade girl. Now, calling them this again was not suitable.

The girl's heroic spirit had gradually revealed itself, and the boy's calmness between his eyebrows had also flowed out.

Although they were still young, looking at them now, you could imagine how they would look sitting together ten or twenty years later.

For Aunt Liu, this was just a realistic version plus a fantasy version, and the plate of fruit was better to eat.

The two people just taught and learned like this, and time passed slowly.

Aunt Liu was full.

She went to the kitchen to make lunch. When lunch was almost ready, she heard a relatively complete tune coming from the study.

She walked over, wanting to call them out to eat, and saw the boy and girl playing together, one person with one hand.

This couldn't help but make Aunt Liu sigh. That year, the old lady old often told her and Qin Li: "I've never seen two people as stupid as you."

She was still unconvinced at the time, but now looking at others, at the same age, she and Qin Li were just like foolish kids playing in the mud at the entrance of the village.

The old lady also came downstairs at this time, walked to the dining table, and sat down to listen quietly.

Aunt Liu walked over first to set the table, then lowered her head, and whispered a sentence in the old lady's ear: "Our children are indeed not as good as these biological ones."

The old lady some cried and laughed, reaching out to pinch Aunt Liu's face, spitting out: "Well, you're taking advantage of my age and starting to sour me with your own children."

Aunt Liu also didn't dodge, deliberately moving her face with the old lady's finger strength:

"How could I? I'm just saying what I feel. Listen yourself, it's really different."

"What's there to be surprised about? When I was young..."

"Were you also like this when you were young?"

"Even when I was young, I didn't play as delicately as these two kids."

"Then I'm more balanced."

"Go, go, go, serve the food. They are almost done playing."

Liu Yumei waved her hand to drive Aunt Liu away, and her fingertips gently tapped on the table following the rhythm of the tune.

She knew how excellent her granddaughter's talent was, otherwise those flies would not have swarmed up wanting to destroy her.

The boy's excellence was even more visible.

The Qin and Liu families had talents generation after generation, and in principle, their vision should have been opened, but they had truly never seen such a monster.

If the two children could steadily walk to adulthood step by step, the Dragon King Gate of the two families would not only stand up again, but would likely exceed the past.

It didn't matter if there were few people; there was only one Dragon King in each generation.

Besides, even with few people, they could still have children...

She used to think that only A Li's illness could be cured. Now, she began to imagine more.

Her gaze looked at Qin Li in the yard tidying up the vegetable garden.

When A Li first encountered trouble and failed to walk the river, A Li was still in swaddling clothes, and she had to endure.

This time, she decided not to endure anymore.

Anyway, she was old enough and had lived long enough, and the inheritance of the two families had successors. She naturally started thinking about how to maximize the value of this old life.

Going to their door for revenge after the incident was the last resort. In principle, she should go to their door to warn them before the incident.

Whoever dared to trip them again, she would risk her life and go to their door to fight and kill. She would drag as many as she could, especially picking the old immortal ones and the young but fine ones.

But the problem was that Xiao Yuan's way of walking the river was really strange, something she had never seen before.

This couldn't help but make her suspect that if she went to their door to warn them publicly, it might instead cause unfavorable influence on Xiao Yuan.

At least for now, Xiao Yuan was walking very steadily, and even in the intervals between each wave, he still had the interest to attend class, paint, and play the zither.

The tune ended.

Liu Yumei came to her senses. When the two children walked out, her face showed awkwardness.

The ending of the tune was a bit messy, losing some taste, because her unintentional release of killing intent had startled them.

After lunch, Li Zhuoyuan returned to the store. Tan Wenbin stopped the small pickup truck at the store door, and everyone got in the car together and went to the theater.

On the way, Yin Meng asked curiously: "I thought you would go pick up your class monitor."

Tan Wenbin righteously said: "How can I? Brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes. Of course, I should first take care of my brothers!"

Hearing about clothes, Runsheng, who was sitting in the back of the truck, silently sighed.

Arriving at the theater entrance, just after stopping the car, they saw Zhou Yunyun and Luo Mingzhu standing there hugging a large bag of food and drinks.

Yin Meng teased: "Let's get these clothes off first."

Tan Wenbin explained: "Their tickets weren't given by me; it was Luo Mingzhu's family who undertook the banquet after the performance, and she got the tickets from her dad."

Luo Mingzhu, who was originally standing on the steps and chatting with Zhou Yunyun, glimpsed Li Zhuoyuan and the others walking towards them and immediately froze. The bag in her hand slipped down, and everything scattered.

She had seen all these people in her dreams.

Zhou Yunyun: "Senior sister, what's wrong?"

"I... I..."

Tan Wenbin was the first to step forward and help pick up the things.

Luo Mingzhu reached out and grabbed Tan Wenbin's arm, saying excitedly: "It's them, right? You are all together, right? You all saved us, right?"

Tan Wenbin raised his head and glared at Luo Mingzhu while Zhou Yunyun was picking things up without looking over, saying:

"Senior sister, if you are so surprised and startled again, be careful when you sleep tonight and return to that nightmare."

Luo Mingzhu immediately shut up.

Zhou Yunyun: "Xiao Yuan."

Li Zhuoyuan: "Hello, class monitor."

They checked their tickets and entered the theater.

Zhou Yunyun and Luo Mingzhu did not sit with Li Zhuoyuan and the others. They sat in another corner, quite far away.

Tan Wenbin did not go and sit with them either. Although changing tickets and positions was very simple for him, he still chose to sit next to Li Zhuoyuan.

Dates could be private, but he really didn't bring family into the group chat. He only knew that Zhou Yunyun and Luo Mingzhu wanted to come after the fact.

Li Zhuoyuan knew that even if he spoke, Tan Wenbin wouldn't sit over there, so he just skipped this process.

When the performance was about to start, the entire large theater was basically full of people. On the walls around, many banners from schools and departments were hung.

The host was also from Jinling TV Station, and there was a camera recording.

A leader gave a simple opening speech, and then the host introduced the leaders in the front row. After everyone clapped, the necessary process was completed, and the program began.

The program was indeed very wonderful. While classes might have muddled through with poetry recitation, the school-level programs were full of talent.

While a male and female high-pitched duet was underway, backstage began to rearrange.

A high platform was erected. Its top was almost at the highest point of the stage, nearly twenty meters from the ground.

Four pairs of ropes extended down from the high place and were fixed below. At the upper end, there were also four lion heads as markers.

Li Zhuoyuan asked: "A You's arrangement is so grand?"

Tan Wenbin was also surprised: "This is not A You."

"Program collision?"

"Very possible."

"Didn't they rehearse here?"

"A You did rehearse, so this kind of thing shouldn't have happened."

The host began to announce: "Next program, jointly presented by Jinling University and Haihe University - 'South-North Lion King Competition'."

The program arrangement had just whetted the audience's appetite, and this program name ignited the emotions of the whole audience even more. Everyone began to applaud and cheer warmly.

Tan Wenbin: "A You didn't tell me. I suspect the organizers made a mistake and changed it temporarily."

Li Zhuoyuan nodded.

The first to appear was a golden lion. The lion head had a red knot on it, and its shape was simple yet lifelike.

Two people danced it. As soon as it came out, it interacted with the audience in a lion-like manner, lifelike and vivid.

Film and television works are not lacking in lion dance scenes, but the true atmosphere and charm can only be clearly felt when witnessed on the spot.

Next, on the other side of the stage, a white lion appeared.

Tan Wenbin: "This is A You."

The white lion's head was referenced by an opera mask. Its shape was majestic and its colors were gorgeous.

However, Lin Shuyou was not a professional lion dancer after all. In terms of technique, he was indeed not as professional as the golden lion, and he was still alone. In showing the lion's shape, there was a big difference in level.

However, Lin Shuyou relied on his more flexible body and continuous rolling and jumping, which also led to cheers not less than before.

After all, this was not a professional lion dance competition. The audience was just looking for excitement.

Next, the two lions began to circle each other.

During this time, Lin Shuyou lowered his body and shook his head three times. This was an etiquette of respect to seniors.

In this row, he was indeed a junior. The reason he stood here to perform lion dance was purely because of Brother Bin's task.

The golden lion raised its body and leaped. Two people stepped up the rope, their actions smooth and their bodies steady. They even managed to make the lion's body swing lively, going straight to the top.

"Good!"

"Good!"

Many audience members on the spot stood up and applauded vigorously. The atmosphere was completely ignited. Everyone could see that this was extraordinary true skill.

There is a saying in the circle: "South has plum blossom piles, North has a sky-piercing tower."

The layout of this high platform was a sky-piercing tower.

In fact, dividing lion dance simply by South and North is not suitable. Shandong, Henan, and other places also have their own deep lion dance cultural heritage.

But the current popular one-size-fits-all approach, directly labeling it "South-North," is more eye-catching.

Nobody is wrong about who is first, who is sent out, who is included, who is looked at!

The golden lion stood on top and began to perform actions towards the bottom, seemingly mocking and putting pressure on the one below.

Although Lin Shuyou was shy, he had the pride of an official general in his bones, mainly because the program name also had regional labels, so he had to go up.

They saw the white lion fly up. Although there was a pair of ropes, he didn't step on them. He only stepped on one rope with both feet, going straight to the top.

"Good!"

"Good!"

The audience who had just sat down stood up and cheered again.

Both the golden lion and the white lion reached the top and began to fight on the small platform.

At first, they were a bit reserved, but gradually, the golden lion began to approach, and the two lion heads began to collide, as if wrestling.

The North lion's head was heavier, which gave it an advantage in wrestling. Lin Shuyou didn't want his lion head to be dented, so he could only choose to avoid.

This time, it became the golden lion's main attack, and the white lion's dodging and flashing.

The audience laughed heartily, only finding it interesting.

But the two sides on top were really getting angry.

It wasn't about who was good or bad. Perhaps at the beginning, everyone thought their own program was good, but inexplicably, they were put into one program, and each other's rhythm was messed up.

Coupled with the fact that lion dance is originally a masculine activity, like two young people full of vigor, with "What are you looking at?" and "How about you?", they just started fighting.

They really started fighting.

It wasn't clear who started first, but after another collision, both sides' feet extended out from under the lion and kicked each other.

Next, it was all about you pressing and me counter-pressing, jumping back and forth.

Then, there were various pushes, shoves, and direct hits, even causing the entire sky-piercing tower to start shaking.

Li Zhuoyuan had witnessed Lin Shuyou's skills. When he was not yet on the altar, he could dodge bullets by reaction speed.

But in this fight, he couldn't gain the slightest advantage. Although the other side had two people, it also meant that the other side was an extraordinary practitioner.

Soon, the high platform could no longer meet the demands of the two sides fighting. The golden lion swooped down fiercely, the white lion flicked its tail, left the high platform, and landed on the rope.

The golden lion continued to press, the white lion met the challenge, and the two sides began to duel while standing on the rope.

Of course, the audience didn't know that they were really fighting with fire. They only thought it was part of the program and many people's palms were red from clapping, but they still continued to applaud.

Even the leaders sitting in the front row no longer cared about their image. They all stood up and started pointing.

They also didn't expect that a student party in this city could produce such an excellent program, which was more than enough to be sent to the Spring Festival Gala.

The two sides gradually started to really fight, and the lion became the last cover.

After a round of fists and feet, they pushed each other away, danced a lion dance, put on a show, and then continued to fight.

Tan Wenbin waved his fists, cheering for A You, regretting: "I should have gone up with A You earlier."

Runsheng: "To drag him down?"

Tan Wenbin: "I can also fight well."

Runsheng: "To invite ghosts to possess you for a performance and shorten your life?"

Tan Wenbin was choked, but immediately changed his tune: "Then I should have sent you up."

Yin Meng: "That would be too much of a bully."

Lin Shuyou was not on the altar and fought evenly with the two on the opposite side, but if Runsheng was added, the balance would be completely broken at once.

Runsheng: "I am not a student."

Tan Wenbin: "Sent by the Haihe University Affordable Store, you can still advertise the store."

Li Zhuoyuan did not join their conversation. He discovered that the golden lion had performed special actions several times, and each time that action was performed, a vague virtual shadow seemed to appear above the stage.

The virtual shadow would occasionally coalesce but ultimately did not form.

This was not evil, but a kind of spirit, although very faint, yet extremely majestic.

"Oh!!!!!"

"Ah ya!!!"

The two sides were so engrossed in the fight that they kept clashing on the rope. The temporarily built sky-piercing tower began to tilt, and it was about to collapse.

If it really collapsed, the leaders sitting in the first row would be the first to suffer.

Just at this moment, the minds of the two sides finally cleared. They each retreated, then used the lion's head to "bite" the rope, their legs circled again, and they exerted force together, forcibly pulling the about-to-collapse sky-piercing tower back steady.

The two lions quickly blinked their eyes and shook their heads, as if this was just part of the program.

The stage staff, whose souls were almost scared away, immediately pulled the curtain and then handled the situation.

The audience below once again burst into thunderous applause.

The next program was delayed for a long time before it started.

However, the audience was all immersed in the wonder of the previous program and just needed a break.

Backstage.

Lin Shuyou took off the lion suit. Two people wearing black vests and black pants walked towards him. Everyone was a university student, so their ages were naturally similar.

"Hahaha! Brother, good skills!"

"We two against one, and we couldn't even take you down!"

Seeing that the two people were not coming to continue looking for trouble and had a frank attitude, Lin Shuyou also smiled and nodded at them.

"I'm Zhou Cheng, and this is my younger brother Zhou Feng. We are from Cangzhou."

"I'm Lin Shuyou."

"Listening to the accent, from the South?"

"Yes."

Younger brother Zhou Feng smacked his tongue: "I didn't think before that Southern lions could also be so tough."

Zhou Cheng then asked curiously: "Shouldn't your side's lion nature be more delicate?"

Lin Shuyou waved his hand: "I just learned lion dance."

Zhou Cheng: "Oh, no wonder. So you are purely a practitioner, not in our line."

"Yes."

Zhou Feng: "So when we hinted at you about the lion soul, you had no reaction. We were still wondering."

"Point lion soul?"

Zhou Cheng: "Human and lion merge, a false lion becomes a true lion, it will be braver and fiercer."

Zhou Feng: "Haha, fortunately, we didn't point the lion soul, otherwise it would have been a bit bullying."

Lin Shuyou laughed along. On stage, if the opposite side had pointed the lion soul, he would have had to ascend the altar and ask the white crane child to come and dance the lion.

He had never dared to think about this kind of thing before, but he knew that since the child had been warned by Brother Xiao Yuan last time, he should really be able to invite him down.

In any case, he could not win, but he could absolutely not lose. He knew that Brother Xiao Yuan and the others were watching below.

Zhou Cheng invited: "Let's go, we won't participate in the banquet afterwards. Let's find a place and have a drink?"

Lin Shuyou shook his head: "I have classmates waiting for me."

Zhou Cheng: "That doesn't count. Call your classmates and go together. Our treat!"

"Then I have to ask first."

Lin Shuyou knew Brother Bin and the others' seat numbers. He went from backstage to the audience seats and sent out a query.

Li Zhuoyuan: "Then let's just eat together."

Immediately, Li Zhuoyuan looked at Tan Wenbin: "Call the class monitor to come along."

Tan Wenbin quietly said: "Isn't that a bit inconvenient?"

Li Zhuoyuan: "Who said so?"

Tan Wenbin immediately said: "This is simply too convenient."

For the next few programs, Li Zhuoyuan and the others left in advance.

Tan Wenbin walked towards Zhou Yunyun's location, imitating Brother Xiao Yuan's earlier words: "Who said so? Who said so? Hahahaha!"

Rarely, he saw a kind of childishness in Brother Xiao Yuan.

Tan Wenbin went to pick up Zhou Yunyun, and conveniently warned Luo Mingzhu with his eyes again. She didn't dare to follow.

Because she could feel that the man in front of her today had no patience in his eyes.

Mainly, no matter how annoying this senior sister was before, he, Tan Wenbin, could indeed endure it alone, but Brother Xiao Yuan was here today, so she just couldn't destroy the atmosphere.

When the two Zhou brothers, Zhou Cheng and Zhou Feng, saw so many "classmates" that Lin Shuyou had called, both of them looked a bit awkward.

The place to eat was, of course, that same restaurant.

One Hebei lion and one Fujian lion, after not fighting, got to know each other, and then went to a Sichuan restaurant.

The Old Sichuan Restaurant had just expanded its store and redecorated. The style and quality had obviously improved. These expenses were paid by Xue Liangliang. He was outside and transferred the money to Tan Wenbin, who then gave it to the boss couple.

Zhou Cheng and Zhou Feng stood at the store entrance, looked at it, and were a bit hesitant. They originally thought it was just finding a small place to drink some wine, but they didn't expect so many people to come to the restaurant together.

The two whispered quietly, calculating their remaining living expenses for this month. It should be barely enough for this meal.

Tan Wenbin inserted himself between them, put his hands on their shoulders, and said: "This is my family's store. You are giving me face by patronizing it. My treat!"

In this era, how much money could ordinary university students have left to go to a restaurant, especially for those with a large appetite.

Dinner was very lively.

The two Zhou brothers were very bold and introduced their family's lion dance inheritance and history in detail. However, they did not mention the matter of pointing the lion soul again.

Midway, Li Zhuoyuan got off the table and went to the pickup truck. The two sets of golden and white lion suits were all in the car.

Li Zhuoyuan checked the golden lion and found a formation pattern inside it. This was an attached spirit formation, and its effect was to lower the difficulty of attaching a spirit.

So, the Zhou family themselves actually had a lion spirit.

Just when Li Zhuoyuan was about to get off and go back to the private room, the golden lion suddenly moved and opened its eyes.

The next moment, it closed them again.

Li Zhuoyuan was a bit doubtful, but besides this one open and one close, the lion had no other reaction.

Did you take advantage of us eating inside to get in?

Forget it, I won't scare you.

Li Zhuoyuan reached out and patted the lion head, got off, and walked back into the store.

After the meal, Li Zhuoyuan and the others walked directly back to school. Tan Wenbin then drove and sent Zhou Yunyun and the Zhou brothers back to their respective schools.

The Zhou brothers were sent first. Both of them were a bit drunk and patted Tan Wenbin's arm, saying that when their living expenses came in next month, they would definitely invite him back.

When sending Zhou Yunyun, Zhou Yunyun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was a little uneasy.

Tan Wenbin noticed and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Should I... should I not have come today?"

"Why? Aren't we basically all fellow villagers? What are you thinking?"

Arriving at Zhou Yunyun's school gate, Tan Wenbin got off with her.

It was evident that Zhou Yunyun's mood was still a bit low.

At home, she once said that being with Tan Wenbin felt like a dream, with a sense of unreality.

A woman's emotions are meticulous. She could feel that Tan Wenbin had some reservations about this relationship.

Tan Wenbin reached out and lightly rubbed her face, pretending to be naughty and saying: "Come on, girl, give grandpa a smile."

Zhou Yunyun immediately burst into laughter. When she first went to school, the protector Tan Wenbin had used this way to tease her, and the next sentence was: "If you don't smile, grandpa will give you a smile."

It was an old joke, but because it brought up past memories, it had the same effect.

Zhou Yunyun's face was no longer lost. She helped Tan Wenbin tidy his collar.

After tidying it, she was about to retreat, but Tan Wenbin gently hugged her into his embrace.

At the university gate, such an action was only normal, but Zhou Yunyun still blushed shyly.

Tan Wenbin quietly said: "Class monitor, I have something I want to do first."

"Then you go ahead. I'm not stopping you."

"Wait for me."

"How long?"

"Huh? Are you afraid of waiting for too long? Woman, are you so realistic?"

"I want to have a date in my heart that I can look forward to."

"I don't know how long I have to wait. I also want to have a look forward to. You are my look forward to."

...

Tan Wenbin pushed open the door and returned to the dormitory. Li Zhuoyuan was already lying on the bed, preparing to rest.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, do you want to sleep so early?"

"Not early."

"Then I'll also wash up and sleep."

Tan Wenbin picked up his basin and went to the washbasin area to shower. It was already getting cold, and there was no need to queue for showers there.

He lit a cigarette and leaned against the edge of the basin, silently smoking.

Lin Shuyou happened to walk over and saw this scene, hesitating to speak.

Tan Wenbin: "Just say what you want to say."

"Brother Bin, did you break up?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I don't mean anything, I don't mean anything, I really don't mean anything!" Lin Shuyou immediately nervously and guilty shook his head.

Tan Wenbin pinched out the cigarette butt, carried a basin of cold water, and poured it directly over his head.

"Splash..."

Wiping his face, Tan Wenbin sighed: "Sometimes, caring about too many people is really quite troublesome."

Lin Shuyou: "Yes, yes, yes."

"Yes, what? Do you understand?"

"Can understand."

"Heh, then why don't you find one? I didn't notice you were quite attractive during big classes? Speaking of which, what kind of girl do you like?"

Lin Shuyou immediately picked up his basin and poured water over himself from head to toe.

"Splash..."

"Brother Bin, what did you just say?"

...

Li Zhuoyuan had a dream.

He hadn't dreamed in a long time. Before, when he dreamed, he would quickly distinguish between dream and reality, and then cut off the dream. Since learning to walk yin, the probability of dreaming while sleeping has decreased.

But this was indeed a dream.

In his dream, he was standing in a small stream, the stream water submerged his calves.

The water was not cold; instead, it was warm, and a stock of white gas rose around, as if flowing from a hot spring.

However, when the figure in front appeared, Li Zhuoyuan knew that this was not hot spring water.

This water had temperature because there was a lion burning with fire, standing in the stream in front.

Li Zhuoyuan asked: "What do you mean?"

The lion went ashore, shook its head, and then walked up the shore.

Li Zhuoyuan followed.

Once they were on shore, the surroundings instantly became pitch black. The only light source was the burning lion and a candle stand in the distance.

The lion walked towards the candle stand, and Li Zhuoyuan walked behind it.

He was very curious why this lion spirit would pay such a huge price to entrust a dream to him.

The candle stand was just ahead. Li Zhuoyuan's attention shifted from the lion's body to the flame of the lamp and candle, and his feet subconsciously moved towards that direction.

But just at this moment, the lion suddenly turned back and roared at the boy:

"Roar!"

Li Zhuoyuan stopped.

The lion dispersed, turning into flames, scattering around, illuminating the surroundings of the candle stand.

...

At the same time, in the university dormitory of the Zhou brothers, the golden lion head placed in the corner suddenly caught fire.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

The fire was not big and did not cause any damage. A basin of water extinguished it, but the lion's head was burned to ashes.

The faces of the two Zhou brothers were very ugly. The most precious part of the lion was the lion's head. This was the golden lion that their grandpa had taken from the ancestral temple for them when they went to university. It had the ability to drive away evil and protect them.

Zhou Feng: "Brother, what is this? The lion spirit showed its power?"

Zhou Cheng: "According to grandpa, this should be the lion spirit avoiding disaster."

"Avoiding disaster for us?"

"Nonsense. Our family's lion spirit, can it go and help others avoid disaster?"

...

In Li Zhuoyuan's vision, a person completely wet appeared. Its head was lowered, and its gender was unclear.

It should be a corpse, but the wet, greasy, cold gas of this corpse gave Li Zhuoyuan the feeling he had when he first encountered Xiao Huangying.

But at that time, he had not yet entered the door and was just an ordinary person, so it was normal to have that feeling.

Now, he was probably no longer the same as before.

So, this thing that could bring him such a strong sense of strangeness was very unusual.

It stretched out a hand and pressed it against the edge of the candle stand. Greasy yellow thick wax oil accumulated in its palm.

After accumulating to a certain extent, it presented its palm to Li Zhuoyuan.

A hoarse, suppressed echo rang out around:

"Good... drink this bowl of soup."

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