"Go ahead and smoke if you want, I don’t mind."
"Ah, Brother Xiao Yuan, you’re awake?" Tan Wenbin took the cigarette out of his mouth, "I’m not smoking anymore, I’ve quit."
"It’s fine, just rember to ventilate after you’re done."
Tan Wenbin paused for a mont, then smiled, "Thanks, Brother Xiao Yuan."
Li Zhiyuan got up to wash up, then packed his backpack and put it on.
"I’m going to Grandma Liu’s house."
"Alright, Brother Xiao Yuan."
"Zhou Yunyun is being discharged today, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
"Grandma Liu’s place is also empty."
"Yeah, I know."
Li Zhiyuan didn’t rush to leave but stood still, looking at Tan Wenbin.
Tan Wenbin felt a bit uncomfortable being stared at, stood up silently, and said, "Brother Xiao Yuan, I can adjust myself, considering our relationship, you really don’t need to make things difficult for yourself."
Li Zhiyuan shook his head.
However, he didn’t say anything further and left the dormitory.
"Huh..."
Tan Wenbin let out a long breath, it was rare for Brother Xiao Yuan to say so much to him early in the morning, he picked up the mirror and examined his face, talking to himself:
"Is my mood written all over my face? Tsk, still too young, too tender-faced."
Tan Wenbin leaned back on the bed, picked up the cigarette again, and lit it with a lighter.
Last night he had several dreams in a row, all filled with images of killing Zhao ngyao.
He didn’t regret it, Shizhuo Zhao’s family was beastly in behavior, being put through a thousand cuts wouldn’t be too much, even dying once was too lenient.
But what logic can easily comprehend, emotions often lag behind.
Tan Wenbin suspected that Zhao ngyao was too foolish before she died, foolish enough to leave a lasting impression that indirectly affected his mood, making him feel wounded by her stupidity.
"Creak..."
The dormitory door was opened, and Lin Shuyou walked in.
"Brother Bin, why are you smoking in the dormitory?"
"Brother Xiao Yuan allowed it."
"Then I’ll have one too." Lin Shuyou ca over, took a cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a puff, and then...
"Ugh...cough cough cough cough!"
Tan Wenbin rolled his eyes helplessly, stood up, took the cigarette from Ah You’s hand, along with the one in his own hand, and extinguished them both.
"Cigarettes are no good, if you can’t smoke, don’t force yourself."
"I just thought you looked really cool the other night, holding a cigarette and saying ’Sorry for disturbing everyone’."
"If you pursue looking cool and get hooked because of it, you’ll later think you were out of your mind."
"Brother Bin, how do you know so much?"
"My dad often says that about himself."
"Oh."
"But speaking of cool, I think if I had a can of Jianlibao in my hand at the ti, took a sip, then belched, the scene might look good too."
Lin Shuyou thought carefully and nodded: "Indeed."
"Then drink the beverage, it’ll replenish your sugar. Anyway, what are you doing here so early?"
"I always get up very early, saw Brother Xiao Yuan went out, so I ca in to read."
"Then read your book, I’m going to lie down for a while."
"Brother Bin, you look kind of out of it."
"I’m fine, just need to adjust."
"Is it because of those two on your shoulders...?"
"They’re well-behaved, always sleeping, not causing any trouble."
Yet, this did remind Tan Wenbin.
Perhaps, it’s indeed because his shoulders were occupied by two lamp-holding ghost babies, even if they don’t cause trouble, they do weaken his aura.
People with weakened aura often feel down, get stuck in their own thoughts, waste energy on inner conflict, and can’t muster interest in anything.
Clearly, he should find sothing to boost his spirits and recover.
It used to be joy alone, now there’s a family to carry along, hah, he hasn’t even properly held his partner’s hand, yet there are two kids.
Lin Shuyou: "Brother Bin, I’m quite curious, what does that feel like?"
Tan Wenbin: "Doesn’t General Zeng have two? You can invite Him down, lean to the left and right against you, then you’ll experience it."
"I can’t invite General Zeng yet."
"You tried?"
"I tried before, during divination, still could sowhat align with General Zeng, felt like it wouldn’t take two years to succeed.
But now, when I try again, not a trace of alignnt remains.
Maybe it’s because I’m not devout enough, my resolve to eradicate evil and serve justice has slackened."
"I think they don’t want to jump into your fire pit."
"Huh?"
"Stop with the ’huh’, go read your book."
Tan Wenbin went out with his basin to wash up, then bought breakfast at the cafeteria to eat with Lin Shuyou.
After breakfast, Tan Wenbin lay back on the bed, intended to read, but found he couldn’t concentrate, feeling agitated.
Lin Shuyou put away the book and said: "Brother Bin, it’s almost ti, today at eight is calculus."
"Are you going to class?"
"Last ti I went out and didn’t get a leave slip, got called out, if I don’t go, I might as well skip the sester for a retake."
"Alright, I’ll go to class with you, hey, where did I put my calculus book?"
As Tan Wenbin walked into the classroom, many classmates greeted him:
"Good morning, class president."
"Class president, a rare guest, rare guest."
"Class president, you’re here for class too?"
The last row was already occupied, but seeing Tan Wenbin co in, everyone tacitly moved in, leaving a lucky spot for the class president.
Lin Shuyou sat in the second to last row, in front of Tan Wenbin.
The calculus teacher was a male teacher of a certain age, sounding like a radio announcer slowed down to three tis the speed.
As soon as he started talking, Tan Wenbin suddenly felt his eyelids fighting each other.
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