Ansheng, being an agricultural practitioner, is naturally skilled in asexual reproduction thods for plants, such as cutting, grafting, layering, and the like.
However, Ansheng doesn't plan to directly graft the branches of the Treasure Tree onto tea plants.
When the tea plant was young, Ansheng couldn't tell its variety and use just by its appearance. But as it sprouted and grew, Ansheng could identify its type.
Its comrcial na is [Tulip], a once-common bush tea in Xia Dong, bred by the Agricultural Research Institute as an economic crop. Its tea leaves are excellent material for making oolong tea and Tieguanyin.
However.
Currently, because the Tieguanyin market has declined, the tea leaves from the Tulip are mainly used to make oolong tea, white tea, and green tea. It's said that a new process can also turn it into black tea.
The birth of the tea plant is a result of the Agricultural Research Institute's efforts, being a high-quality economic crop.
Regardless of whether the Treasure Tree is a tea plant, the potential for [genetic pollution] factors leads Ansheng to imdiately rule out grafting its branches.
The little tea plant is fine as it is now, and Ansheng certainly doesn't want to wake up one day to find the tea plant attacking him with rattles.
"Ying～"
Ansheng hid the wood behind the little tea plant, then strolled back to the dormitory.
anwhile, Ah Qing stood at the doorway, contemplating the tea eggs inside the kettle.
The kettle lid was open, with so tea leaves Ah Qing brought from ho, along with two bay leaves inside. The kettle wouldn't automatically shut off when the lid was lifted, but instead would boil dry before triggering the power-off protection.
Ah Qing exploited the kettle bug to make tea eggs.
"I feel like it needs to soak to absorb the flavor." Ah Qing thought for a mont and judged.
"Do we have any salt and soy sauce in the dorm?" Momo heard Ah Qing's words and, finding it odd, ca closer to inspect the tea-egg kettle and asked.
She rembered that the dorm didn't have any salt or soy sauce. Without salt to increase osmotic pressure, can the egg absorb flavor?
"Eh?" Ah Qing was taken aback, a big question mark gradually forming over her head.
"Fine!" Momo rolled her eyes, saying, "Check if the dorm next door has any salt! If not, borrow so from the cafeteria this afternoon, and let's have it for breakfast tomorrow!"
"Little Qingqing is just too much..." The little fox sitting beside Ah Qing patted her leg and teased, "Good thing we had lunch at the cafeteria before coming back to the dorm."
Ansheng totally gave up hope on borrowing condints as Momo suggested.
Though the school doesn't restrict the power of appliances used in the dorm, the cafeteria offers three dishes and two sides for just eight yuan. Why would students want to cook in the dorm when they can go binge at the 'Charitable Hall'?
"Hmph! You'll shed hair eating salt! Not using salt is totally for your benefit!" Ah Qing pouted angrily.
The little fox followed Momo, watching her hold a fruit slicer.
"Ah～throw the cantaloupe into my mouth."
"Hey!" Ah Qing, annoyed, caught up, grabbed the little fox, and rubbed his head furiously.
...
As the nap ti gradually ended, Ah Qing edited a video and paid fifty yuan to a "friend" to cut it.
The video content showed the molting process of the Black-Chested Cockroach, as well as the little fox glancing at it before prodding himself with his snout. With Ah Qing's instruction, a second audio track appeared on the screen, with the little fox complaining about peeping at the cockroach changing clothes, calling it outright perverted.
After checking the video, Ah Qing thought and wrote the title: [Dormitory White Wedding (]
"Palm-sized cockroach, using this title, are you planning to bless your fan friends?" Ansheng, lying beside Ah Qing's bed, saw this and started mocking.
"But... it really looks like a soft wedding dress!" Ah Qing shrugged, expressing her feelings and lifting the fox from the bed, sitting on the shoe-changing bench to change shoes.
"Hmm? Wait a minute...where are you taking ?" Feeling sothing amiss, Ansheng widened his eyes and asked.
"Of course, it's ti for class! Let's go, Momo, Tang You, Lingren..."
Ah Qing pinched the little fox, calling her roommates to attend class together in the teaching building.
"......." Ansheng's little fox face drooped, showing an extrely unwilling expression.
...
"Hmm!?"
The agronomy teacher had just entered the classroom when she saw Ah Qing with a fox on her head. Startled, she inhaled a cold breath as her pupils shook behind her glasses.
Why...why didn't the departnt head tell that there are Security Bureau leaders coming to audit the class this afternoon? Or did a student report to the education bureau for watering down the content of my lectures or assigning too much howork?
So...are the Security Bureau leaders here for an inspection?
In just an instant, millions of possibilities flashed through the teacher's mind.
But she adjusted her glasses, showing no emotion outwardly and speaking softly.
"Ah Qing, don't keep Master Fuli on your head. It's bad for your cervical spine. Put him on the desk for class."
The agronomy teacher got serious, which made the students feel a bit cold.
The agronomy teacher, firing on all cylinders, increased the frequency of roll calls to ensure the students paid more attention in class. The nad students needed to stand up and answer questions.
"Wow....."
Ansheng didn't pay much attention to the class. Instead, he sat on the windowsill, gazing towards the artificial lake below.
The cleaning lady had just finished sweeping, when a crocodile lazily ca ashore and started digging the lawn.
The cleaning lady was stunned, picked up her shovel, and swung it down on the crocodile's head.
The crocodile stiffened, legs kicking, and went rigid.
The cleaning lady grabbed the crocodile's tail with both arms, using centrifugal force to toss the crocodile back into the lake, then boarded her small sanitation vehicle and drove away.
Monts later.
The head-smashed crocodile floated belly-up on the water, taking a while to co to before fully waking up.
"Jealous, I also want to knock so Spirit Beast's heads..." Squatting by the windowsill and gazing afar, Ansheng felt envious.
Why hasn't such a lively Spirit Beast co forth to flaunt in front of him?
It's been so long since he swung a big shovel.
"Sigh....."
Among Ansheng's sighs, the agronomy teacher's apprehensions, and the students sweating bullets, the College of Agriculture's noon class ca to an end.
First, the students cared for the experintal fields before gathering at the bike shed, ready to head to the field outside the school.
"No... sothing terrible has happened! Master Fuli, sothing bad's happened at the dormitory!"
Ansheng was squatting on the flowerbed of the internal road, waiting for Ah Qing to drive the car out when a terrified fat cat ca running, owing distressingly.
"Hmm?"
Ansheng looked at the fat cat in bewildernt, not quite understanding what it was so frantic about.
"Sothing's terribly wrong! Just now, a cockroach flew weakly to the cafeteria saying there was trouble at the dorm, Master Fuli's roommate...that Momo, she started flying! Madly taking off and landing!"
The fat cat, speaking hurriedly, relayed what the Black-Chested Cockroach told it.
It didn't know what exactly happened, only seeing the cockroach, shed of its skin, lying on the road side.
The cockroach was so weak, it couldn't speak fluently and could only ntion so keywords, urging the fat cat to tell Master Fuli to return, as it needed two bottles of herbicide to recover...
"Flying...taking off?" Ansheng's face filled with black lines.
"Yes, madly taking off!"
"I heard the cockroach say, it turned white in a swoosh and flew away from the balcony."
"Wait, are you saying it actually flew!?" Ansheng opened his eyes wide and startled.
What the heck! The stock and funds hadn't crashed, so how could a person suddenly take off?
I thought you guys were saying Momo was making glue!
Master Fuli inhaled deeply, disregarding going with Ah Qing to the field, and hurried to check the situation.
"Ah Qing! Sothing's happened at the dorm, I need to deal with it, let's et at the cafeteria later!" Ansheng, riding the fat cat, said to Ah Qing at the bike shed, then quickly hurried towards the dormitory.
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