Chapter 88

Chapter 86

"Okay, Grandma."

Li Zhuiyuan nods his head and reaches out to flip open the book.

"Liu Clan Observe Qi Secret" is unlike other books that are casually a set of dozens; it is only one book, divided into twenty-four volumes, and contains subtle words and profound principles in the true sense.

Li Zhuiyuan likes to make metaphysical things mathematical. In his view, this book is more like a general outline.

The Liu Clan uses it as the core and develops many branch lines from it; therefore, it can also be understood as a foundation.

For its study and comprehension, it is the first step that Liu Clan disciples cannot skip.

For excellent disciples, it is a key. With it, they can open this door and learn and master the various branch contexts left by their predecessors.

Just like Uncle Qin teaching himself the horse stance and breathing, which contain the reasoning and rhythm within the "Qin Clan Observe Jiaolong Method".

At this level, the deeper one reads and understands, the more effortlessly they learn branch methods, martial arts, and so on.

One layer higher is another domain, equivalent to mastering a certain permission.

You can create and design the branch most suitable for yourself. As for the things left by predecessors, you no longer need to learn them; you only need to glance at them, and your heart will become clear: oh, your thinking is not bad.

Li Zhuiyuan examines himself. He should be at the full position of the first layer, but he doesn't seem to have reached the second layer yet.

Actually, he is somewhat guilty because he took a shortcut; he is standing on the shoulders of that "book thief."

However, everyone has their own blind spot under the lamp. Under the inertia of established thinking and cognition, it is easy to encounter the question of "why not eat meat?"

Just like when excellent students of the same age lecture problems to poor students, they often give birth to a kind of incomprehension: such a simple problem, how can you still not do it?

The book is actually just placed here.

That "book thief" should also be some stunningly talented person, but when that person transcribed this book, they might not have considered inheritance at all. Otherwise, whose home would deliberately set thresholds for later generations in such a freehand way?

Perhaps, that person might have just drunk some wine, or felt their heart itchy while transcribing, and in the natural flow of their handwriting, they expressed their understanding and rhythm of the "Liu Clan Observe Qi Secret," purely for their own entertainment and enjoyment.

In essence, that person also derived from this book's understanding. Being able to empathize with and understand their handwriting is also a great ability, indicating a depth in the cognitive level that matches the depth of that "book thief" when they wrote this piece of text. One cannot say that using reference books to improve learning efficiency makes this behavior less solid than painstakingly studying.

Moreover, the boy reads too many books and doesn't focus on this one. He also didn't obtain the complete inheritance, only an isolated copy, equivalent to a broken code.

The reason why the boy in the past would often make his nose bleed or even go blind when analyzing Feng Shui or modifying arrays was simply that he was actually relying on basic theory and temporarily pushing and calculating specific application methods.

Not to mention that he was still just a child at that time. If it were ordinary adults, they would have long ago exhausted their heart's blood and become like a lamp whose oil has run out and the wick is dry.

"Grandma, I studied last night..."

"Xiao Yuan, how much did you read last night?"

Li Zhuiyuan pauses slightly and says, "I read the first volume."

"Xiao Yuan, it's not that Grandma wants to lecture you. Grandma knows you're smart, but there's no need to be so greedy and aggressive. You need to know that haste makes waste. One volume a night, won't you finish reading these twenty-four volumes in less than a month?"

Oh, he still reported quickly.

Actually, even if he added the "Qin Clan Observe Jiaolong Method," finishing both books wouldn't take that long.

"The ship's hull must be built firmly so that it can withstand hidden reefs and waves. Come, Grandma will give you a demonstration."

Liu Yumei originally wanted to listen to Li Zhuiyuan's specific questions and then explain them one by one, but seeing him so "frivolous," although her heart was delighted, she still couldn't help but want to scold him a bit.

Because she had high hopes for the boy.

She only saw Liu Yumei lightly point her ring finger at the teacup, scoop out a drop of tea, and then flick it lightly.

"Buzz!"

Li Zhuiyuan only felt a ringing in his brain. Liu Yumei also leaned forward at this time, wanting to press her thumb on the boy's forehead to help him maintain a half "walk yin" state and prevent excessive walk yin from causing virtual consumption to the boy.

But her hand hadn't touched the boy yet when she saw the boy half-open his eyes.

She didn't need to worry at all; the boy's control over the various levels of walk yin was much better than she expected.

Although she was surprised, it was still within a comprehensible range.

Liu Yumei sat steadily again, also with her eyes half-open.

At this time, the old lady and the boy sat opposite each other, very quietly.

But in the other layer of vision of the two people, Li Zhuiyuan and Liu Yumei were both standing. In the middle of the two people, a water bead the size of a fist was suspended, and around it was a pitch black area.

"First Volume: Qi is the root of creation, the source of all phenomena. When stillness reaches its extreme, movement occurs. When brightness begins, the end is known. When comprehension is exhausted, a new beginning is born. This is form, this is method, this is principle, this is the whole heaven."

Liu Yumei's face held a smile. Her finger lightly hooked the suspended water ball and pulled it out very freehand. A water pattern rippled out, constantly changing in front of her, sometimes still, sometimes moving, sometimes hidden, sometimes appearing.

Immediately after, Liu Yumei closed her palm slightly, the water pattern disappeared. She reopened her palm, and the water pattern reappeared, then continuously showed many changes, reflecting many lights and shadows.

She would break down every obscure and difficult-to-understand concept and personally feed it to him.

The boy, who had been buried in books for the past year, felt the warmth of teacher inheritance for the first time.

Yes, as long as there is a teacher to teach in class, what can't be learned, how can exams not be good?

However, the warmth of teacher-student affection is always short. During the boy's class period, the mutual torment between students and old professors is the unchanging main melody:

"Grandma."

"You say."

"Can there be another kind of understanding?"

"Tell me to listen."

Li Zhuiyuan raises his hand, clenches his fist, and smashes down towards the large water ball suspended in front.

"Bang."

The water ball is smashed, immediately bursting open and spreading out.

Liu Yumei is stunned at first, immediately uncomprehending, but immediately after, her eyes gradually widen.

The spreading water ball forms a covering mist here, combined with the foundation of Chinese painting the boy learned from A Li, creating a rough and freehand landscape.

One old and one young, now standing between the landscape.

Mountains have streams, streams have pools, there is movement, there is stillness; the west side has continuous Yin rain, the east side has scorching sun, there is beginning, there is end, there is exhaustion, there is beginning; between the clouds of the landscape, everything is verified, and wherever one can see, there are laws of fate, which is nature.

Liu Yumei purses her lips, then looks at the boy standing in front of her in disbelief.

In her life, she has seen countless geniuses, but only at this moment did she truly realize that she, who had been eating fine meat and meticulous food her whole life without getting tired of it, had truly not eaten anything good in the past.

This does not mean that the boy has surpassed her. In fact, the boy is still far behind her, but she has already seen the boy's future. Surpassing her, surpassing her husband and son in her memory, are all just a matter of time.

From last night until now, her inner excitement has given rise to a happy expectation of being a "good teacher." But at this moment, this enthusiasm is extinguished like being drenched with a basin of cold water, leaving only wisps of unwilling light smoke.

She vaguely realizes that it is very likely that she will teach him nothing at all.

But she still wants to struggle a bit, for her old face, for her dignity, and also for the facade of the Liu Clan.

Liu Yumei continues to recite the nodes below the first volume of "Liu Clan Observe Qi Secret":

"What is the Against the Trend Charge and Kill Bureau?"

Li Zhuiyuan's gaze sweeps around, and the landscape changes to a snow mountain. The accumulated snow melts, and a small stream falls from the mountaintop following the trend, finally disappearing into the rock and soil crevices, its destination unknown.

Liu Yumei asks, "Where is the against the trend?"

"Knowing it is impossible yet doing it is against the trend."

"Then what is the Life and Death Handover Bureau?"

Li Zhuiyuan looks towards his feet. Liu Yumei also lowers her head to look.

The small stream that was cut off earlier, after being soaked for a long time, carves out a new path between the rock and soil crevices and regathers into a flow.

Liu Yumei continuously asks several rounds of questions about the content in the first volume, but with every problem, the boy just sweeps a glance with the corner of his eye, and it automatically forms an image.

Ordinary people meticulously verify, carefully deduce, and observe Qi in Feng Shui with reverence. In the boy's case, it appears so relaxed and freehand, as if doodling casually, yet the essence is fully exposed.

And the latter difficulty is obviously greater, because on-site sketching has specific reference objects, which is the simplest.

Liu Yumei is very clear that at this level, in reality, every time the boy goes to a place, he can quickly observe its Feng Shui pattern, and even carry out changes based on its essence.

This kind of talent is no longer a meal given by heaven; it is heaven holding a bowl and a spoon, chasing you around the table and begging you to swallow a mouthful.

"Huff..."

Liu Yumei closes her eyes. She admits it.

Just like a master of art, she is surprised to find that her new student's conception, pattern, and aesthetics have already surpassed her. That terrible talent has already burst out. If you try to teach and guide him again at this time, it is instead possible to add feet to a snake.

This does not mean that the boy does not need to continue learning, but those basic classes, dogmatic classes, and meticulous classes only require time to become familiar and skilled.

The boy needs to continue learning, but there is absolutely no need for her, Liu Yumei, to teach.

It is most suitable to let Liu Yi or Uncle Qin teach him these foundations.

And she, Liu Yumei, only needs to sit there and drink tea, doing nothing and interfering with nothing, which is the best contribution.

She can't even do the logistics guarantee work, because the old lady doesn't cook at all.

Liu Yumei takes a deep breath. She has to force herself to recognize the reality and at the same time do a good job of psychological construction for herself.

There is no need to deliberately pursue a sense of participation. Anyway, this child will enter her door soon.

When he walks the rivers and lakes later, and makes a name for himself, that is also her family and sect.

Even if she were to cover her mouth and laugh lightly that day, saying that she had taught the child nothing at all, those old people would only think that she was pretending to be humble and giving them face.

"Grandma, can we continue to the second volume?"

"Hm?" Liu Yumei comes back to her senses, sighs, and nods, "You can start reading the second volume tonight. I'm also tired. Later, after you finish reading a volume, just come here and report."

Li Zhuiyuan originally wanted to take the opportunity to display the second volume and the ones after it together. Seeing Liu Yumei say so, he also just nods.

He opens his eyes fully, breaking the illusion and returning to reality.

Liu Yumei's eyelids droop slightly and she says:

"Look, the Yin family's walk yin method does have some things."

"But it's not comparable to our Liu family's."

"Smelly boy, Grandma loves to hear these words."

After a pause, Liu Yumei still adds:

"But each generation's outstanding figures lead a time of wind and rain. A character like Yin Changsheng should always be revered in the heart. Although there is no perfect talent in the world, he just lost in terms of managing the family. The family rose because of him, and also declined because of him."

Actually, Li Zhuiyuan can perceive that Liu Yumei is also very capable of managing the family because she really supported the crumbling Qin and Liu door lintel. It's just that this kind of flattery is not suitable to say, as it can easily rub a scar.

Liu Yumei lowers her head, picks up a newly brewed cup of tea, and asks:

"Still want tea?"

"No, I just had breakfast. Drinking too much tea hurts the stomach."

"Then go find A Li to play."

"Okay, Grandma."

Li Zhuiyuan stands up, puts "Liu Clan Observe Qi Secret" into his backpack, and walks out of the study.

"Eh, Xiao Yuan, how did you come out so quickly?" Liu Yi has just finished tidying up the kitchen and the dining room hygiene.

"I'm a bit tired. Grandma Liu will continue teaching me tomorrow."

"Oh." Liu Yi doesn't quite believe it, but still waves his hand, "Come, you come with me and try on the clothes."

Li Zhuiyuan is led by Liu Yi into the guest room on the first floor and tries on the new clothes. There are four sets, not in the ancient style, but also not overly flashy. They fit properly and look generous.

Moreover, not only does each set of clothes come with a pair of shoes, there are also accessories such as a watch, bracelet, and pendant.

"Liu Yi..."

"I know, you take the clothes and shoes, just leave the others here."

"Okay, Liu Yi."

"How does it feel? Do they fit comfortably?"

"They fit very well, Liu Yi. Your eyes are like a ruler."

"Hehe, just wear this set. Leave the clothes and shoes you wear on your body here. I'll wash them clean for you to take next time."

"Thank you, Liu Yi."

"Come, sit down. I'll trim your hair a bit; it's a bit long."

Liu Yi presses the boy down onto the bed to sit, then ties a piece of white cloth around the boy's neck, and takes out a comb and scissors.

"Liu Yi, how do you know everything?"

"That's not it. The old lady's eating, wearing, and living are all served by me."

A quick and fluent comb and cut.

Liu Yi holds the boy's head and gestures for him to look at the mirror on the cabinet.

"How is it?"

"Your craftsmanship is really good."

"It's just that you, boy, have a good foundation. I heard Li Juxiang say that when your dad was first brought back to the village by your mom, to use the words from today's TV and newspapers, he was a creamy pretty boy."

Now, creamy pretty boy refers to a young man with a clean face and spiritual eyebrows.

"Um."

Li Zhuiyuan responds. He hasn't seen his father for a long time. After divorcing Li Lan, his father went to participate in a geological survey team, and now... he should be very rough.

The divorce had a big impact on him. He should be deliberately avoiding this home now, plus Grandpa Bei's strict order, he hasn't come to see him in recent years.

Li Zhuiyuan doesn't blame him; instead, he understands very well. As the youngest son of Grandpa Bei and Grandma Bei, his father actually always lived quite smoothly and stably, and then he met Li Lan.

He himself can play mutually peeling each other's human skin with Li Lan, and fight evenly; his father, however, completely experienced the whole process of Li Lan worsening from illness to thoroughly collapsing. The psychological trauma he bore is really hard to imagine.

"By the way, Liu Yi, I want to ask you about a kind of opera costume, and a kind of incense..."

The opera costume was taken away by Tan Yunlong as evidence, so Li Zhuiyuan can only describe it as much as possible using language.

"The sound should be from Guimu incense, like the head of an official general."

"Official general head? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"The Eight Generals?"

"This I know, it originated in Fuzhou, and it is the Eight Generals responsible for catching evil and driving away ghosts in the mansion of the King of Five Blessings."

"The official general head is derived from this, and with the evolution of customs in various places, changes have appeared."

"I understand."

Generally, this kind of custom will appear in local temple fairs, with painted faces, wearing opera costumes, holding ritual tools, leading the procession to clear the way, and praying for blessings for the local area.

But this is just the external form of expression. Just like his Great Grandpa, this kind of corpse fisher, before encountering a dead body, will also go to sit in vegetarian halls for people's white affairs.

Li Zhuiyuan can't help but recall the shock in the opponent's eyes when he used the shock technique to force them back last night.

Now that he tastes it again, it seems that it's not that he has never heard of this special ability, but that he didn't expect himself to be able to do it.

"Okay, go upstairs and find A Li. Let A Li take a look."

"Then I'll go up, Liu Yi."

"Um, go ahead. I'll pack the other three sets for you and put them in your backpack."

Li Zhuiyuan goes upstairs. Yesterday Liu Yumei just said she would customize clothes for him, and today he is wearing them. Obviously, the clothes were made in advance, which also shows from the side that the old lady had indeed been stringing things together in the past few days.

Liu Yi walks to the study door, pushes it open, and is surprised to see Liu Yumei with her head lowered, contemplating a drop of water on the tea table.

"Yo, how are you like this? A child like Xiao Yuan, who is also so hard to teach, how can you worry like this?"

"A Ting, get me paper and pen."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's different after all. When you taught me and A Li, you beat and scolded us, saying you had never seen children stupider than us two in this lifetime. As a result, you have to prepare lessons in advance when teaching this child now?"

"Hehe, I teach him?" Liu Yumei laughs helplessly twice, "It's this boy who is teaching me."

"Don't scare me."

"Scare you with what? Get me paper and pen. I want to revise the first volume."

Liu Yi immediately brings the pen and paper, while personally grinding the ink and asking carefully, "Didn't that child just take it back to look at it alone for one night? Did he really get to this point?"

"That boy originally wanted to show me the second volume together too. I deliberately played it down and said I was tired, asking him to report again tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. In fact, I was afraid that if I saw too much at once, I wouldn't have time to organize it into volumes."

"Okay, compared to me and A Li, we are indeed stupid, but shouldn't you be happy for me? I know your mind. It's impossible for you to be sad because the younger generation is too excellent."

"I'm worried. If Xiao Yuan wasn't so outrageous, I would also follow that little bit of selfishness and take him into the Liu family sect. Now that he is like this, I'm instead embarrassed to do so."

"Then you, the young grandma of the Qin family, have to receive people for the Qin family?"

Liu Yumei lifts her eyes somewhat pitifully and looks at Liu Yi: "I... I'm really reluctant."

"Yo yo yo, not wronged, not wronged." Liu Yi actively reaches out to hug the old lady, "Aren't you afraid that like this, you'll lose your dignity in front of the younger generation?"

"Now, with the title of young grandma of the Qin family, I still have to consider the old Qin family. It really ties me down. I should have left with them before those old people went to cross the river."

"What angry words are you saying?"

Liu Yumei takes a deep breath, her facial expression recedes, and she becomes elegant and dignified again.

Liu Yi also timely retracts his hand and regrinds the ink.

"A Ting..."

"You say."

"Anyway, this boy learns things quickly. Simply, let him pick two doors."

Liu Yi swallows a mouthful of saliva when he hears this and doesn't dare to answer.

"Speak."

"How can I intervene in this kind of matter?"

"Usually, you talk the most and are the most disrespectful. Why are you dumb now?"

"You decide." "It's not impossible. This way, when I go down later, they won't be able to pick out my mistakes. Besides, they are all spirits. They won't see it when they go down."

"This is a big matter. The entry ceremony is still two days away. You think about it again."

"Um, I'll think about it again." Liu Yumei picks up the brush, "Get me some more paper. The Qi phenomenon this boy has comprehended is really not easy to describe, too much comprehension."

"You write first. I'll go cut it for you now."

Liu Yi goes to the basement, cuts the paper, and as soon as he enters the room, he sees that Liu Yumei has already written ten sheets of paper full, and the last sheet is also written to the end.

"Is this still the first volume?"

Liu Yumei says angrily: "This is just the beginning of the first volume."

"Then what I saw before must be a fake 'Liu Clan Observe Qi Secret.' After you organize it, I have to look at it too."

"Let you look, let you look. Come and change the paper."

"Come."

The effort of stopping the pen, Liu Yumei lightly waves her hand in the brush.

"Paper changed."

"Hiss..."

"Are your thoughts broken?"

"No, instead, I suddenly thought of a new idea." Liu Yumei lifts the pen and writes a line of words on the new paper. The handwriting is crooked and twisted, unbearable to look at.

Liu Yi looks horizontally and vertically, and finally shakes his head: "What are you writing? I don't understand it at all."

"It seems that this conception can be integrated into the handwriting, and there is an inexplicable fit."

"Then if you write like this, don't you think later generations can understand? They don't even know what words are written, how can they comprehend any conception?"

Liu Yumei picks up the paper, rolls it into a ball, and throws it casually.

"Not right."

"How?"

"To use this method, the complete conception of the twenty-four volumes must be integrated throughout, front and back echoing, to form the whole heaven itself. Solving one or two volumes initially, it is absolutely impossible to be so freehand..."

"You mean?"

"This boy, with one night's effort, has finished reading this entire book!"

"Pa!"

The brush in the old lady's hand suddenly shatters into powder and slowly falls along her fingertips.

In Liu Yumei's brain, she recalls that initially at Li Sanjiang's home, she sat on the dam and drank tea, occasionally looking up at the boy sitting on the rattan chair on the second-floor balcony. His speed of flipping pages when reading a book was faster than looking at comic books.

"If he really reads our Liu family's absolute learning so quickly, then in the past year, how many books has this boy read at Li Sanjiang's home?"

Liu Yi is a little uncomprehending at first, but then her face turns serious. How many books the boy has read is secondary; the key is that the books the boy read are very likely to be on the same level as "Liu Clan Observe Qi Secret."

Liu Yumei slowly opens her mouth: "From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality is difficult. Reading a book is like eating. Once you get used to good food, how can you possibly continue to eat those rough things with relish?"

Inside the study, a brief silence falls.

Yesterday, they could still guess in a joking tone that there might be some secret books in Li Sanjiang's basement. Now, when the reality is placed in front of them, their hearts are still incomparably shocked.

"Heh..." Liu Yumei laughs, reaches out to caress her forehead, "I seem to understand now. We are living at Li Sanjiang's home to rub some fortune."

Liu Yi quietly listens as Liu Yumei continues.

"But Li Sanjiang's fortune seems to be specially prepared for this boy!"

...

"Uh, A Li, so many wood flower rolls are actually enough. There's no need to dig again temporarily."

A Li holds the pusher, first looks at the boy, then lowers her head to look at the wood flower rolls everywhere at her feet. Her emotion is a bit low.

In this world, even Liu Yumei cannot specifically understand A Li's profound emotions, but Li Zhuiyuan can.

"A Li, do you feel that Grandma Liu's entry gift is not worthy of being given to me?"

The girl nods.

Her grandma excitedly sends people a book to read, and it is the first edition. The only thing she can do is to dig up some more ancestral tablets as compensation.

Li Zhuiyuan reaches out and lightly wipes the girl's eyebrows, hoping to make her stretch them out.

"It doesn't matter what entry gift Grandma Liu gives me. It's all about affection.

Besides,

Dr. A Li,

I still owe your Liu family so much in treatment fees."

Having been treated as a patient for so long, this is the first time she has been placed in the position of "doctor."

The girl's eyes instantly brighten.

As this curtain is pulled up, the room, which is not very bright, becomes even brighter than the sun outside.

Seeing the girl happy, Li Zhuiyuan retracts his hand and touches his eyebrows, using the remaining touch to perceive his human skin a bit.

The girl then reaches out and pinches the boy's face, then pinches herself again.

Every time the girl pinches, Li Zhuiyuan feels like the spot where he was pinched is being stapled.

He even wants to go find Runsheng and interact with him again, like a poor student, to show off his hard-earned progress.

A Li packs up the pusher.

Li Zhuiyuan then takes the box and starts packing the wood flower rolls. With great difficulty, he exhales a long breath,

Huff...

He finally finished packing himself after being so tired.

Subsequently, both of them lean back against the bed and sit on the carpet. Li Zhuiyuan plays blind chess while narrating what happened in the teaching building last night.

After finishing the narration, it is almost noon, and Li Zhuiyuan has to go back to school.

"A Li, wait until you and Grandma Liu move into the school to live. I will come to find you every morning from now on, just like you used to come to find me every morning."

Li Zhuiyuan goes downstairs. When he passes the study, he sees the study door tightly closed and does not see Liu Yi.

"Liu Yi, I'm leaving."

The study door opens a crack: "Xiao Yuan, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

"Anything is fine."

"Then okay." Liu Yi closes the study door.

Just between the opening and closing, Li Zhuiyuan smells the scattered ink fragrance inside.

Very good, it seems that the "book thief's" comprehension can indeed help Grandma Liu improve and perfect the family tradition.

He just doesn't know who that person is. Even if this kind of person is not recorded in history, they should be similar to characters like Wei Zhengdao.

He walks out the door, comes to the courtyard, turns his head, and sees the girl standing on the balcony seeing him off.

Li Zhuiyuan waves his hand at her. The girl also raises her hand to respond, although the action is a bit awkward and unnatural.

But no matter what, she is completely different from how she was initially, only able to sit in the room with her feet on the threshold.

Li Zhuiyuan knows that his and her illnesses are both constantly developing for the better.

He can calculate fate, but he doesn't believe in fate. However, sometimes, he has to sigh at the wonderful arrangements of fate.

He is a monster wearing human skin, and just then, the girl sitting in the room was used to seeing monsters.

Back at school, when passing by the playground, the morning military training is still not over.

Li Zhuiyuan does not need to participate in military training. This was written in advance in the welfare for special recruits. He also doesn't know which middle school leader added this for him.

In fact, given his age, he is indeed not suitable for this kind of intense military training for older children, although the boy's physique is generally better than these university students on the playground.

Walking along the playground railing, he wants to try to find Tan Wenbin, but unfortunately, he doesn't know which class Tan Wenbin is in.

Oh, right...

Li Zhuiyuan just remembers that he and Tan Wenbin shouldn't be in the same class. So which class student is he?

Before school started, the counselor just passed away.

This led to his class having fewer collective meetings than other classes, and even after a new counselor was arranged later, they only came in time to assign some work.

As for class classmates and socializing, Tan Wenbin, according to his habit in high school, blocked everything for him.

He should wait until Binbin returns to the dormitory in the evening and ask him for his class number.

"Little brother, can you please do me a favor?"

A girl in a white skirt runs over.

Li Zhuiyuan looks at her.

The girl then points to another girl in a blue skirt sitting on the grass slope in the distance:

"My sisters are sketching. Can you please be a model for us, little brother?"

Saying that, she reaches out to touch the boy's face.

Li Zhuiyuan steps back, dodges her hand, then shakes his head: "No."

After saying that, he walks away.

Xu Bailu walks back somewhat helplessly and says to the girl who is sitting on the slope ground with her drawing board set up: "Wu Xue, that good-looking little brother is shy. He's not willing to be our model."

Wu Xue laughs: "How do I feel that that little brother looks down on us, hehe."

Now, only freshmen are enrolled in the school. While the military training is not over, the store is relatively quiet. Taking advantage of this time, Runsheng and Yin Meng prepare to eat.

Otherwise, after the military training ends, the students will surge in like a tide, and they won't have time to eat or drink at all.

Runsheng's cooking skills are relatively basic. After all, you can't expect a person who has often been interrupted from meals since childhood and only ate roasted sweet potatoes to fill their stomach to master any high-level cooking skills. As for Yin Meng's cooking skills, they are relatively basic for a wealthy family.

So, they both go to the cafeteria to get rice and dishes. Li Zhuiyuan comes over to eat with them every day at noon.

Yin Meng: "Hey, Runsheng, Binbin said before going to military training this morning that you and I can both dodge bullets."

"Dodge what?" Runsheng is a little confused, "Dodge bullets?"

"Right, Binbin said Brother Xiao Yuan lectured."

"I said not to dodge bullets, but to climb the outer wall." Li Zhuiyuan says as he walks into the store.

Yin Meng: "Brother Xiao Yuan is here, let's eat."

Li Zhuiyuan sits down to eat and briefly narrates what happened last night, mainly exaggerating some details about Binbin.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, then Runsheng and I will go for a walk around the school after closing the shop in the evening and see if we can catch that murderer."

"No need." Li Zhuiyuan takes a sip of soup, "Even if he is really the murderer, he won't go there again recently."

Runsheng asks: "Who can fight, me or him?"

"In close combat, there are few who can fight over you."

Runsheng laughs and takes a puff of smoke.

"But that person might have more means." Li Zhuiyuan pauses, "However, there's no need to be in a hurry. In a few days, both of you will have teachers to teach you."

After the military training ends, the hungry wolves will quickly rush into the cafeteria, so he brings back rice for Binbin in advance.

Soon, Tan Wenbin returns: "Huff, it's so hot."

"Are you tired?"

"Not tired, this is nothing. It's just a piece of cake."

Tan Wenbin sits down and eats his rice.

"Right, Brother Xiao Yuan, there are several interesting classmates in the class. Are you interested in getting to know them?"

"Which class are we several in?"

"Class 1."

"Oh, are there any that are a bit obedient?"

"Yes, there is a guy who even brought me water today and called me brother. He is very quiet and suitable for running errands later when there is something to do."

"You can introduce me."

Lu Yi has been busy since the school started and it's not very convenient.

After the meal, Binbin washes his face and sits in front of his desk, looking up a professional book.

Even if he has already been approved to join the Luo Gong project team, even if he is only carrying equipment, he still has to know some basic professional knowledge, otherwise he won't even understand a drawing at the time.

Li Zhuiyuan then looks at "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra." Although it is a bit noisy outside, the dormitory is very quiet, and the learning atmosphere is thick.

But just at this time, the door of a nearby dormitory is kicked open with a "bang."

"Internal affairs check!"

"Open your eyes and look clearly for me! This is our student union's money minister. Everyone, put on a respectful attitude for me!

Quick, shout Money Minister! Are you all not eating? Shout louder for me!"

Li Zhuiyuan continues to look at the book as usual.

Tan Wenbin, however, doesn't have this realm of not being influenced by external things. He scolds angrily: "What are you pretending about, what are you?"

Many people in the student union also enrolled early. Nominally, it is for serving freshmen, but in reality, they don't want to miss the happiest period of making a show of authority and doing evil. After all, when they reach their third year, students don't pay much attention to them, and seniors who are old and cunning are even too lazy to glance at them.

Kicking room by room, roaring room by room, it is estimated that they will soon reach their own dormitory.

Tan Wenbin is annoyed, so he simply stands up and comes to the front of the wooden stool, turns over the bronze mirror on it, and aims it at the dormitory door.

Generally speaking, they only open this door ban when they are sleeping at night.

"Bang!"

"Open the door, check internal affairs!"

Tan Wenbin directly scolds: "Are you f***ing dogs? You only know how to use dog legs to knock on the door!"

"Who's in there talking!"

"Ka cha!"

They twist the door handle and two people come in. One of them is thin with a sharp face, and the other has a big belly and a slightly round face.

They heard Tan Wenbin's earlier scolding and were about to come in to reprimand people, but as soon as they stepped in, the two people started spinning on the spot.

They spin circle after circle, vivid like a pair of fat and thin tops.

Tan Wenbin deliberately doesn't stop and lets the two of them continue.

As for Li Zhuiyuan, he continues to read his book.

Tan Wenbin also doesn't dare to go and call Brother Farzi to come and appreciate it together. After all, he is very clear that if someone really provokes Brother Farzi's attention, the consequences will be very miserable.

These two people are very hateful, but Binbin feels that they are not that sinful yet.

After looking for a while, Tan Wenbin turns the mirror's direction, then reaches out and pushes the two people out of the dormitory.

The two people stagger a distance as if they are drunk, then both fall to the ground with a "thump" and start vomiting incessantly. Their consciousness is somewhat unclear.

Most importantly, they don't remember anything after pushing open the door.

"Heh." Tan Wenbin pats his hands and returns to the dormitory satisfied to continue reading.

When the noon break is almost over, Tan Wenbin puts on his hat and goes to participate in the afternoon military training.

Li Zhuiyuan prepares for a bit of class in the afternoon leisure time to facilitate his performance for Liu Yumei later. After preparing this, he also takes the opportunity to prepare a copy of the "Qin Clan Observe Jiaolong Method" for class. He doesn't expect to use it later.

Teaching people to learn does indeed take more time and energy than learning by yourself. By the time Li Zhuiyuan prepares the classes for the two doors, it is already near dusk outside.

Taking advantage of the other students not yet returning from military training, he first takes his basin and goes to the wash area to take a bath. Otherwise, it will be "full house" in the evening, and he will have to queue for a faucet.

Soon, today's military training ends and the students return.

Tan Wenbin's voice comes from outside: "A You, hurry and occupy a spot! I'll go get the basin!"

"Okay!"

With Tan Wenbin's personality, making friends immediately in class is the most normal thing.

Binbin opens the door and says as he comes in to get things: "Ai, it seems there's not enough shampoo for two people."

"You go ahead and take the new one in the luggage bag. I'll get it for you and send it over."

"How can this be? Thank you, Brother Xiao Yuan." Tan Wenbin pretends to be coy for a moment, then takes the basin and towel and goes out.

Li Zhuiyuan walks to the luggage bag, takes out the shampoo inside, and then walks out of the dormitory towards the wash area.

The wash area is crowded with people. Some people go to eat after finishing military training, but most people still want to clean their smelly bodies a bit, otherwise they won't have any appetite at all. The most important thing is that they have been in military training all day and only have entertainment time in the evening, so they naturally have to tidy themselves up and be clean and refreshed.

Li Zhuiyuan sees Tan Wenbin and pats him on the back.

Tan Wenbin turns around to take the shampoo, then hugs a thin and tall male beside him and gestures for him to turn around:

"Brother Xiao Yuan, let me introduce you. This is Lin Shuyou, who is assigned to Lu Yi's dormitory.

Come, A You, this is my Brother Xiao Yuan. Hurry, I'm not kidding you, hurry up and call him big brother."

Lin Shuyou is a thin and tall person and looks very shy. At this time, he is rubbing soap on himself. After hearing Tan Wenbin's instruction, he immediately puts down both hands obediently and calls out to Li Zhuiyuan:

"Big brother is good."

"Wash slowly. I'm going back."

Li Zhuiyuan returns to the dormitory, flips the mirror, then takes up the shoe box and takes out the pair of female high heels inside.

It's him!

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