"Uh, this group of people has a sowhat special identity, they’re from a provincial opera troupe."
"I guess it’s tough to find work in other provinces, so they ca here looking for opportunities, pity."
"Alright then, that’s it, mister, Binbin is here, sorry for the trouble."
"No trouble at all, this kid is really good and has been quite helpful too. Actually, his character is wonderful, I can see it."
"It’s just that his academic performance isn’t good, he doesn’t focus on his studies and thinks about playing all day."
"Aren’t all kids like that? My Little Yuanhou is the sa, loves to play, and also has no interest in studying."
Tan Yunlong: "..."
"Mister, aren’t you aware of your Little Yuan’s academic situation?"
"It’s all thanks to your help, otherwise I’d still be worrying about whether he can attend school."
"Didn’t Little Yuan tell you?"
"He did, he said you sorted everything out."
"It’s what I should do, after all it’s nine years of compulsory education, how can we let a kid miss out on schooling."
Since the elderly man didn’t know, Tan Yunlong wouldn’t ddle further.
"Stay for dinner."
"No, no, I’m leaving."
After saying goodbye to Li Sanjiang, Tan Yunlong hopped on his motorcycle and left.
After his father left, Tan Wenbin got up from the ground and dusted himself off.
Li Sanjiang pulled out a cigarette and handed it over: "Still dare to smoke?"
"Why wouldn’t I!"
"Smack!"
Li Sanjiang gave Tan Wenbin a hard knock on the head.
Holding his head, Tan Wenbin said aggrievedly: "Mister, why’d you do that?"
"Don’t hold it against your dad, he’s doing it for your good, when you grow up, he’ll be giving you cigarettes too."
"Hey..." imagining this scenario, a smile inadvertently crept on Tan Wenbin’s face, "Now that would be nice."
"That first ti when your dad hands you a cigarette, you won’t be able to smile."
...
Li Zhiyuan wasn’t in a rush to look at the book, but sat in the room playing chess with Alii.
Ga after ga, and losing each ti, the boy really enjoyed the process, it helped calm his anxious mood.
He knew he had a bad habit of overthinking, but he would stay quiet in front of the girl.
Aunt Liu ca up, knocked on the door, and Li Zhiyuan stepped out to take a bag of money she handed him.
"Thank you Aunt Liu."
"Co down for dinner."
"Okay."
It was because Aunt Liu made a trip to the bank that dinner was simple—noodles with two toppings—but it was delicious.
"Hey, how co you don’t have an appetite tonight, Zhuangzhuang?"
"Ate too much at lunch."
"I thought your dad kicked your stomach into bad shape."
"No way, his aim is very precise."
"Zhuangzhuang, are you going to be a cop too?"
"Not ."
"Being a cop is good."
"My grandpa says, being just a cop is good; if it wasn’t for the two words ’people’s’ in front, with those, it’s just much more tiring and a heavier burden."
"The old man is wise."
"Huh, are you talking about my grandpa?"
"He’s your grandpa too."
Tan Wenbin turned his head to Li Zhiyuan and asked: "Xiao Yuan, which university are you planning to apply for?"
"Haihe University."
"Alright, then I’ll apply there too, and we can go to school together."
"Bang!"
Li Sanjiang knocked Tan Wenbin’s head with the end of his chopsticks:
"What nonsense are you spouting, attending the sa enrolnt with our Little Yuanhou, how many years would you need to repeat!"
Li Zhiyuan noticed Alii’s movents while eating noodles, becoming more natural, no longer striving for each length to be even.
After she finished, Li Zhiyuan asked, "Want more?"
Alii shook her head.
Li Zhiyuan picked up a napkin, and she leaned forward.
After wiping her mouth and hands, Li Zhiyuan folded the napkin and also wiped himself.
Seeing the girl staring at the napkin, the boy deliberately tucked it into his pocket.
The girl seed to pout her lips.
After dinner, Li Zhiyuan coaxed Alii back to her room to sleep, then returned to the main house, saw Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin sitting in front of the TV, with vine and bamboo strips spread before them, watching TV while doing paper twisting.
Surprisingly, Tan Wenbin’s movents were very skilled, if one didn’t know, they’d think his family also owned a heritage paper twisting shop.
"Brother Binbin."
"Hey, Brother Xiao Yuan."
"Aren’t you studying or doing howork?"
"I brought my howork, I finished my composition myself, the rest, you can help with before I go back."
"If you keep doing this, your parents might not let you co here anymore."
"Don’t worry, the worse my grades are, the more they’ll want to drop off here."
"That makes sense."
"Hey, only if they tied to Confucius’s temple would it not work; here has more spirit."
"Is Haihe University hard to get into?"
"Brother Xiao Yuan, are you reminding to study harder?"
"Just asking."
"You don’t know?"
"I don’t."
"Oh right, dostic universities all seem the sa to you. With my current grades, the probability of getting into Haihe University is the sa as every household having a color TV in the future."
"Then you should be able to get in, a brother of mine said."
...
After coming to the second floor, Li Zhiyuan started practicing his stance while exhaling and inhaling.
Once finished, he took a shower, then returned to the room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he held the Black Book in his hand.
He knew he would definitely learn it.
Because he is young now, as Liu Yui ntioned, it wasn’t suitable to practice hardcore Kung Fu before his bones were fully grown, but he couldn’t accept being helpless whenever he faced dangers.
Although the dangers he faced recently have been sowhat bizarre, it’s still like Zhao Kuo going out and facing Bai Qi as soon as he leaves ho reading books.
But... he must learn so direct non-physical thods to face down threats like Corpse.
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