"Cough, cough..."
Lin Shuyou tried to let out a cold laugh, feeling that the young man before him was mocking him.
However, due to his injuries, his laughter turned into a cough, and he spat out blood again.
Runsheng picked up the Yellow River shovel and walked over, shaking the shovel head near Lin Shuyou's head and mimicking a golf swing as seen in TV shows.
Once Little Yuan gave a command, he would shovel Lin Shuyou's head into a pulp and then find a pit to bury him.
Li Zhuyuan moved his gaze away and looked at Tan Wenbin.
"Binyin, you first carry him to the shop's basement."
"Got it!"
Tan Wenbin hurried over, bent down, and carefully lifted Lin Shuyou onto his back.
Runsheng said, "Xiaoyuan, let's go to the basement to deal with the body."
Li Zhuyuan shook his head.
"Let's talk first."
Runsheng was confused, but he nodded in compliance.
Li Zhuyuan wanted to turn and follow them into the shop, but he paused for a moment to explain, "Runsheng, our goal is to eliminate danger, but the method of doing so is not just physical destruction. As long as the target is clear, the methods can vary."
"Oh."
Runsheng scratched his head with a silly smile.
He was rather surprised that Xiaoyuan took the time to explain to him; the old Xiaoyuan wouldn't waste time like this before.
Xue Liangliang could never have imagined that the shop he provided for everyone was now resembling a bandit lair within the campus.
Especially with the shop's basement, it was an ideal place for kidnapping and holding someone captive.
After carrying Lin Shuyou into the shop, Tan Wenbin grabbed several drinks from the shelves and headed towards the basement.
He laid Lin Shuyou down on Runsheng's bed, and the small black dog came out of its cage, circled around the bed, and then returned to its cage.
Tan Wenbin opened a bottle of soda and brought it to Lin Shuyou's lips.
"Here, drink something sweet."
He noticed that Little Yuan always drank soda after a fight, so he brought it for Lin Shuyou.
Lin Shuyou pressed his lips together, refusing to speak.
"Not drinking?"
"Cough... it's fizzy."
"Oh, sorry."
Tan Wenbin took a sip himself and burped.
Then he opened a bottle of milk-flavored drink, inserted a straw, and offered it to Lin Shuyou.
Lin Shuyou took the straw and started sipping it slowly.
Sugar water was a cost-effective 'supplement' after all.
After finishing a bottle, Tan Wenbin asked, "Do you want more?"
"No thanks."
"Don’t be polite, there’s more if you want."
Lin Shuyou looked at Tan Wenbin in confusion.
"Are you taking care of me?"
Tan Wenbin shrugged.
"Just returning the favor for you taking care of my little brother before."
Earlier, if that strike from Bai He Tongzi had been just a few centimeters closer, his little brother’s safety would have been compromised.
Tan Wenbin could see that the missing few centimeters weren't because of luck; it was clear that Bai He Tongzi had deliberately held back.
Even during the fight later, Bai He Tongzi didn't hit as hard as he did to Runsheng and Yin Meng; otherwise, he wouldn't be up and about like he was now.
"So, he recognized me long ago."
"Xiaoyuan is smart; you’ll get used to it."
"What do you plan to do with me?"
"Since we brought you here, Little Yuan definitely has something to discuss with you. If there's a misunderstanding in this, you should first correct your attitude."
"And if I don’t?"
"Then when Runsheng buries you, I’ll make sure to put a little extra dirt on top."
"Ha ha..."
"Cut the crap."
Lin Shuyou remained silent.
"Yeah, keep that expression. We’ve come this far, so don’t think about putting on any airs."
"He raises ghosts..."
"So what if I do?"
"That's the path of evil..."
"Do you have any last wishes? If I can help fulfill them, I will."
"Tell my master that I was killed because of eliminating..."
"Change it. No way I will notify your master. Killing one small fry will only attract an older one. Don’t worry; Little Yuan will definitely arrange for a very normal way for you to die, or give you another cause of death and point the blame towards someone else. Even if your master comes looking for revenge, they’ll likely seek our help. They might even end up thanking us."
"I had informed my master beforehand about what happened here."
"You're lying."
Tan Wenbin sighed, "If you really did, you wouldn't be saying all this now. Isn’t that a way of reminding us to be prepared?"
"You..."
Tan Wenbin looked at Lin Shuyou's left leg, which had already swollen up and was bleeding continuously.
"Ah You, if you don't get this treated, your leg will be useless."
"Yeah..."
"Listen to me, if you don't want to give yourself a chance at life, Little Yuan wouldn't have asked me to carry you here, nor would he allow us to be alone together for this little chat. I think, Little Yuan saw that you spared my life during your fight."
Just then, footsteps were heard from outside.
Tan Wenbin left the bed, grabbed a soda, and took a sip.
Li Zhuyuan pushed the door open and walked in, sitting down on the chair opposite the bed.
The youth held a can of sports drink in his hand, drinking but not speaking.
The room fell into a moment of silence.
In the end, it was Lin Shuyou who broke the silence.
"What do you want to ask me?"
Li Zhuyuan shook his head.
"Actually, I don’t have much to ask you."
"You don't want to ask anything... Then why did you bring me here?"
"I just wanted to see if you are still a threat. By the way, I want to take a closer look at the side effects of spirit possession."
"Side effects? Aren't you also capable of spirit possession?"
"I’m not; I was faking it."
"How is that possible?"
"There’s nothing impossible. Your shaman abilities are too weak. You can only invoke spirits to lead like a child. I know I can just pretend and fool you."
Upon hearing this, Lin Shuyou's chest began to rise and fall, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Anyone would feel outrage when their pride was dismissed so lightly.
What was worse, it felt as though the other party wasn't even boasting, but merely stating a fact.
Each place and sect has its own methods of invoking spirits, with different names and targets.
The spirit tablets in Ah Li’s memory were also a kind of spirit invocation technique from the Qin and Liu families, and they were of high status, meant to protect Ah Li.
But due to certain circumstances, all the spirits were lost.
Li Zhuyuan was well aware of this difficult situation regarding spirit invocation.
"Why do you raise ghosts?"
"To guard the place."
"Raising ghosts goes against the natural order and is an evil act."
"Oh, fine. I’ll release her later to play with a few college students."
"I... I didn't mean that."
Li Zhuyuan glanced at Tan Wenbin and then lowered his head to drink.
Tan Wenbin chimed in, "You room with Lu Yi, so I’ll tell you the truth. Those high heels were originally eyeing Lu Yi. If it weren’t for me and Little Yuan stumbling upon it, you wouldn’t know what kind of trouble Lu Yi would be in right now."
Upon hearing this explanation, Lin Shuyou's demeanor softened.
It was evident that he got along quite well with Lu Yi, his sophomore classmate.
"But you... shouldn't be controlling ghosts."
Li Zhuyuan did not respond.
Tan Wenbin continued, "Little Yuan made an agreement with her. Once we leave the campus, we'll help her find her remains and perform a ritual for her."
"But no matter what... controlling ghosts is wrong."
Lin Shuyou's voice was barely audible.
"You see, you barged into our dorm tonight, and those heels definitely played a part. Plus, we’ve been quite busy with matters lately, so we haven’t had time to perform the ritual for her."
Tan Wenbin intentionally changed the topic and continued, "By the way, why were you there that night? My dad almost shot you."
"Your dad?"
"Yeah, didn’t you know?"
"I didn't."
"Wow, if you had known, wouldn't you have been the first to come and seek revenge against me?"
"It was because I didn’t want to stick around for questioning. It’s only natural for him to shoot at me as a police officer; why would I seek revenge on you?"
"Uh..."
Tan Wenbin smacked his lips, "Why are you answering so formally? I don’t have any red flowers to give you."
"I overheard senior Lu Yi talking about that case in the dorm, so I thought I’d check out the scene that night."
"You really have a lot of free time," Tan Wenbin glared at him.
"Your dad... is quite accurate with his aim."
"Actually, my dad is even better with a whip and has superb kicking skills. The Tan family has thirty-six styles of kicking; did you know that?"
"I've heard of it..."
"Heh, I taught my dad those moves personally."
Li Zhuyuan observed Lin Shuyou's subtle expressions.
Even though Lin Shuyou's makeup hadn't been removed yet, it was still clear that he wasn't lying.
In fact, according to Li Zhuyuan's usual ways of doing things, he should have already buried this guy.
But the problem was, this guy hadn't made any attacks on him and Tan Yunlong that night; he came into his dorm empty-handed, and during the fight, it was clear he had gone easy on Tan Wenbin.
Had it not been for him setting a trap that forced Lin Shuyou to take the lead, resulting in him losing absolute control, he should have been trying to capture him in this manner.
If he could ascertain that this guy was just an honest youth, keeping him around would be better than burying him.
It would mean an additional layer of righteous insurance on the same level.
Moreover, if he encountered any issues in the future, he could also use the pretext of "protecting the common folk and exterminating evil" to recruit him for work.
His great-grandfather liked fools like this who were steadfast and unyielding.
But Li Zhuyuan never thought about bringing him into his group since Lin Shuyou upheld his principles too much.
Unlike Runsheng, who was entirely self-centered, or Tan Wenbin, who had flexible moral boundaries.
As for Yin Meng, she had joined due to Yin Fuhai's influence.
Her mentality was like 'marrying the chicken if the chicken is married or marrying the dog if the dog is married.'
It wasn't about marital status; rather, she considered herself the new leader of the Yin family.
In short, Li Zhuyuan disliked having someone with such principles within his team.
At this moment, Lin Shuyou, who was still drawn in by Tan Wenbin's nonsensical chatter, had no idea that he had already been positioned as a tool by the young man across from him.
Li Zhuyuan glanced at Tan Wenbin, who immediately changed the subject, "By the way, where is your hometown?"
"Huzhou."
"Oh, from Zhejiang."
Li Zhuyuan reminded him, "Fuzhou?"
Lin Shuyou responded, "Yes, Fuzhou."
Tan Wenbin said, "Then who taught you this skill?"
"My grandfather and my master..."
At this point, Lin Shuyou finally understood what to do.
He looked at Li Zhuyuan with a serious expression and, although his breath was still ragged, he spoke as clearly as he could, "Three incense sticks on the head, shrine at Shizhu Peak, altar at the mouth of Longjiang, gazing at the clouds and wind. May I ask, which dock are you from?"
Tan Wenbin exclaimed, "Oh, how did you know we are corpse retrievalers?"
Lin Shuyou replied, "I recognize the Yellow River shovel."
Li Zhuyuan remained seated and replied, "From the Liu family by the river."
Lin Shuyou asked in shock, "The Dragon King Liu?"
"Uh-huh."
"You worship the Dragon King?"
Li Zhuyuan pondered for a moment.
While it had been normal to say he worshipped the Dragon King before, it would be inappropriate now that he was about to enter the door because, like during the Ding Family's banquet in Mountain City last time, those ostensibly belonged to the lower branch of the Liu family could also claim to worship the Dragon King.
Li Zhuyuan replied, "I’m affiliated with the sect."
Ignoring his injuries, Lin Shuyou propped himself up and stared at Li Zhuyuan.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Why didn’t you ask sooner?"
"I... heard stories about the Liu family’s Dragon King from my grandfather when I was young. My grandfather greatly respected the Liu family. Are you... really not deceiving me?"
"Why would I deceive someone I can bury at any moment?"
Lin Shuyou endured the pain, placing his hands in front of him, and began to bow.
Seeing this, Li Zhuyuan had no choice but to stand up and return the gesture formally.
"Whew..."
After the courtesy was exchanged, Lin Shuyou lay back on the bed, gasping for breath.
Tan Wenbin quickly helped prop him up with a quilt and stroked his chest, finally helping him catch his breath.
"I say, what are you doing? Trying to make us your scapegoats?"
"One must not neglect their gratitude."
Tan Wenbin felt a headache coming on.
He couldn't help but steal a glance at the little Yuan standing nearby.
If it weren't inappropriate, he would genuinely advise against letting someone so obstinate join their group.
Li Zhuyuan said, "Lin Shuyou, are our misunderstandings resolved now?"
"Even if you are a member of the Liu family, you shouldn’t control ghosts. At most... at most I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything and won’t mention it again."
Tan Wenbin felt like giving him a good knock on the head, but he feared it might hurt him in his current state and could only scold him with his finger pointing, "I say, why is your face so wide?"
"I've already violated my principles..."
"Shouldn't we thank you then?"
Li Zhuyuan said, "Binyin, take him to the infirmary."
"Okay, I’ll just say he fell off the balcony while peeking into the girls' dormitory."
"You..."
"Shut up."
Tan Wenbin picked Lin Shuyou up and left with him.
Li Zhuyuan returned to the shop upstairs to find Runsheng sitting on a stool with his shirt off while Yin Meng applied medicine on his back.
"Runsheng, how's your injury?"
"Just some superficial wounds. Nothing major."
Li Zhuyuan looked at Yin Meng.
"What about you?"
"I'm also just a surface wound. It’s fine. Little Yuan, you should go back to your dorm and rest."
"Okay."
Li Zhuyuan picked up the bag containing the high heels and walked out of the shop.
Yin Meng sighed with relief.
"To be honest, I was a bit unaccustomed to it earlier. He cared about me, and I felt a bit flustered."
"That’s good. It's getting late. Let’s..."
Runsheng responded simply, putting on his clothes, "let’s check the inventory sooner."
...
After returning to the dormitory, Li Zhuyuan placed the high heels on his desk and gave the surface a gentle pat.
The girl's figure appeared, kneeling there, trembling, clearly still reeling from the shock of being caught by the officials.
She was a supernatural entity.
When Bai He Tongzi’s gaze fell upon her like a predator's, she seemed to encounter her natural enemy.
Li Zhuyuan lit a candle and pinched a piece of yellow paper, igniting it before handing it to the girl.
She remained unresponsive.
Li Zhuyuan had to reach over and pry open her mouth, stuffing the yellow paper inside.
Her dazed consciousness gradually began to return.
Li Zhuyuan took out a compass and pointed at it.
The girl shook her head; apart from the high heels, she couldn't attach herself to anything else.
Li Zhuyuan waved his hand, and her figure vanished, the high heels giving a slight tremor to indicate she had returned.
This supernatural being was too foolish.
The earlier incident with Yu Shu invading the dorm and now this matter with Lin Shuyou forced Li Zhuyuan to reconsider the necessity of having this entity to guard the place.
He did not possess the moral aversion to raising ghosts; he believed it could be useful.
However, the high heels clearly had limited usefulness.
Keeping such a stupid and weak supernatural being was of low cost-effectiveness and could easily expose him.
Yet, the problem was, how easy was it to subdue a powerful supernatural being? Even if suppressed, one wouldn’t dare display them in their own home.
Surveying the dorm room, Li Zhuyuan felt he shouldn't be lazy.
Instead, he could draw a design and set up a complete formation in the entire dormitory.
As for these high heels, he would find the time to locate her remains later and perform the ritual.
Li Zhuyuan formed hand signs to reapply the seal he had lifted earlier, then picked up the high heels and placed them back on the window sill.
He noticed the corner where a ball was wrapped tightly in talisman paper, inside was that forbidden book.
Li Zhuyuan picked it up and walked back to the desk, placing Ah Li's new canvas beside it.
Then he reached out, removing the talisman paper and untying the demon-repelling whip before unfurling the thin old canvas.
If it weren't for being busy for two consecutive nights, he would have examined it long ago.
Given it was close to dawn, he felt too lazy to sleep; mainly, he was simply eager.
Although this book still had a white cover with a black background, it was clearly wrinkled, resembling the folds of an ancient person's face, exuding a sense of new but worn age.
It was as if it had been deliberately aged with rough techniques.
Running his fingers over the thin old cover, he could still feel a warmth.
This indicated that the effects of the canvas had persisted; the forbidden book was still resisting, albeit weakly.
For the first time, Li Zhuyuan felt a book that exuded such a strong vitality.
He opened the first page; it was blank.
The second page was still blank, and as he continued to flip through, all he saw was blankness.
The emptiness was merely a "content description," as each page was yellowed and rough.
Compared to the rough toilet paper typically seen in rural areas, it could be said to be smooth.
Now, he faced an awkward problem.
If he wanted to minimize the risk without being influenced by it, he had to use the canvas to suppress it; but as the risks decreased, its vitality also waned.
This book was truly difficult to manage.
Li Zhuyuan felt a bit helpless and could only continue to suppress it and seek a better solution later.
But just as he reached for it to close the book, crooked letters appeared on the empty page.
Very weak, very feeble, like an elderly person running out of energy, struggling with their last breath to write.
This book was fighting for its own value.
The crooked line read:
"Fengdu Twelve Mandates."
Li Zhuyuan suddenly understood.
It was the twelve methods of the Yin family he had just used to re-seal the high heels.
There should still be some residual energy of the methods in the dorm room.
The book detected this and presented itself to him like a treasure.
He had previously felt that the name of the Yin family's secret technique was strange; it turned out that it was originally supposed to be called "Fengdu Twelve Mandates."
This name resonated much better.
But it was no wonder the descendants of the family changed it; when the clan lacked that strength, it merely lost some grandeur.
Li Zhuyuan couldn't help but ponder.
He realized that he had deduced the version from the ancestors of the Yin family, which might not be the one created by Yin Changsheng.
By summoning the name of the mandates and combining them with the special environment of Fengdu's Ghost City, what sort of atmospheres could arise?
This proved that the "Yin Family Twelve Methods" still held great potential, ripe for his re-examination.
This piece of information was incredibly valuable; it was like being gifted a new secret manual.
Li Zhuyuan asked the book, "Who are you?"
The page again displayed crooked letters:
"Evil book."
Li Zhuyuan’s gaze darkened.
It definitely wasn’t called that, but it was deliberately trying to flatter him.
It was currently in a weak phase, but like a hibernating viper, it could bite back at any moment.
Li Zhuyuan pulled a brush from his pen holder.
He was too lazy to grind ink, so he directly used ink.
After dipping the brush, he wrote a passage on the empty page.
After Li Zhuyuan stopped writing, the text was absorbed and reappeared:
"Liu Family’s Qi Observation Technique."
"You really are an encyclopedia."
But the biggest problem with this book was that if one dared to treat it like an encyclopedia, it would dig a pit for you once it earned your trust.
Li Zhuyuan long suspected the method of crafting the yin-yang companion birth dead reverse refining process that the Mao father and son obtained was fundamentally flawed.
"What do you want?"
The page displayed another crooked line:
"Good birds choose the right trees to roost."
Li Zhuyuan nodded, then closed the book and immediately wrapped it in a new canvas, binding it with the demon-repelling whip and covering it in talisman paper.
The entire process was done in one breath, without any reluctance.
A book actually dared to play tricks on him.
But it wasn't useless; in the future, if he found some ancient book fragments, he could utilize it for deductions, as long as he carefully distinguished between them.
After tidying his desk, it was already starting to get light outside.
Tan Wenbin hadn’t returned yet, probably still with Lin Shuyou.
Li Zhuyuan placed the "Liu Family's Qi Observation Technique" into his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and left the dormitory.
At the stairwell, he just happened to see Lu Yi also carrying a backpack.
In his left hand were two steamed buns and in his right hand, he held a large cup of hot water, taking a bite.
"Hey, Shentong brother, here."
Lu Yi enthusiastically offered his steamed bun.
Li Zhuyuan shook his head.
"I’m going out for good food."
"Oh, that’s the case. Can’t just eat for free," Lu Yi said as he retracted his hand and took a bite himself, then blew the edge of the cup, carefully sipping a bit.
"Shentong brother, I got up early because the family I tutored in the morning lives quite far. Why are you up so early?"
"Doing tutoring as well."
...
Li Zhuyuan arrived earlier than usual that day.
Aunt Liu hadn’t prepared breakfast yet, and Liu Yumei was sitting in the living room helping Ah Li comb her hair.
Normally, combing a girl's hair was a private matter, but Liu Yumei didn’t shy away from the boy.
Instead, she said, "If you want to watch, come closer."
Li Zhuyuan moved closer.
Ah Li sat there gracefully, her gaze locked onto Li Zhuyuan, and he returned her gaze.
The girl reached out a hand and pointed in front of her, and Li Zhuyuan understood, starting a game of chess with her.
Liu Yumei smiled at the corner of her mouth, feeling this was the first time she participated in her granddaughter's activities so closely, and she could sense Ah Li's joy at this moment.
After glancing at the game they were playing together, her heart involuntarily filled with emotion: other girls were often easy prey for deception at a young, naive age.
Yet her own Ah Li was the opposite.
Such a game, even when Ah Li grows up, would be hard to find someone to play it with her.
The boy before her would likely find it equally challenging.
The old lady had always disliked the notion of childhood sweethearts, as she wasn’t one herself, but now she had to reevaluate her position on the matter.
Having had the best food and seen the best sights too early, everything else in the future would inevitably lose its flavor.
Once the hair was done, Liu Yumei picked up an accessory and adorned Ah Li.
Then she leaned back slightly, admiring her granddaughter, who was also her artistic masterpiece.
She felt heartache for the child's illness; however, she had never harbored any resentment or dissatisfaction about having such a granddaughter, as Ah Li had already brought her immense joy and satisfaction.
"Breakfast is ready."
Everyone took their seats, and the breakfast was still meticulous and abundant.
Liu Yumei set down her chopsticks early, picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth, and said, "Little Yuan, once you're done eating, come to the study."
"Okay, grandma."
Ah Li looked up at Liu Yumei.
With a slight flush, Liu Yumei got up and walked into the study.
Once Li Zhuyuan finished eating, he first escorted Ah Li upstairs before he himself headed towards the study.
Liu Yumei wasn’t sitting rigidly like a stern teacher waiting for a student this time; she was reclining on a couch, gently waving a fan.
Li Zhuyuan sat down, opened his backpack, and took out his books.
At this time, he noticed three items on the coffee table.
On the far left was a piece of paper, with writing that looked like a series of runes; immediately, Li Zhuyuan recognized it as the first line of the "Liu Family's Qi Observation Technique" from the "Thief Book" edition he had been reading.
The old lady was, after all, still an old lady; she had figured out this method of carrying knowledge.
Also, to her, it might just have been an issue of breaking through a thin veil; once she understood it, she naturally lifted it.
In the center was a blank piece of paper along with a brush.
On the right side lay the "Qin Family’s Jiao Viewing Method," casually placed alongside like how he'd previously seen the "Liu Family's Qi Observation Technique."
Li Zhuyuan began to understand the old lady's intention.
"Little Yuan, I’m not as young as the younger generation anymore. It'd be good to digest after eating. If you have something you don’t understand, just write it down."
"Understood, grandma."
Li Zhuyuan picked up the brush and began to write the second volume in his somewhat informal hand.
As he wrote, he said, "Grandma, Runsheng is in good health. It’d be a shame if he doesn’t practice a bit of kung fu."
"Your Uncle Qin will be back the day after tomorrow. Have him teach it."
"Grandma, what should Tan Wenbin be taught?"
This was a genuine inquiry from Li Zhuyuan, as he hoped Liu Yumei could offer advice from her experience as a senior.
"He can learn whatever he wants. On your boat, someone always needs to steer the helm. If he can amuse your great-grandfather, then that's a skill in itself. Your great-grandfather seems cheerful, but he's quite picky when it comes to looking at people. Besides, you, young man, are likely pickier than your great-grandfather."
"Steer the helm?"
"Don’t get it wrong; that’s not just a doorman's job. No matter whether I’m willing to urge you or not, given your temperament, you're bound to venture into the world. Since you’ll be venturing out, naturally, there should be someone at the helm directing and handling all the spirits under the waters."
"The Dragon King doesn’t easily change homes, so wherever he goes, it’s as if he carries the Dragon King’s label with him. Let him come here to sit when he has time, and I’ll personally tell him the ins and outs from the past; after all, you, young man, are too lazy to sit through my ramblings."
"Thank you, grandma."
"However, a condition must be added; after you join the sect, they must pay respects to you. Only then can the teachings from the Qin and Liu families be imparted to them, and when they go out in the future, they can claim to have worshipped the Dragon King from the Liu family."
"Pay respects..."
"The rules used to be strict. To worship the Dragon King was tantamount to selling oneself. Those who defy would be bound and sunk into the river. As for whether others today still follow this—I’m not sure. Anyway, I think of these as old customs. This time, just treat it as a formality, a process."
"Alright, grandma. I've finished writing the second volume."
"That’s enough for now. When I have time, I’ll take a look."
"Thank you for your labor, grandma."
Li Zhuyuan knew what Liu Yumei aimed to do.
She intended to translate that insight into plain words for the sake of inheritance, and then he could finish writing the remaining volumes when he returned home.
Setting down the brush, Li Zhuyuan naturally picked up the "Qin Family’s Jiao Viewing Method" and placed it into his backpack.
Liu Yumei showed a slight smile.
"Grandma, I’m going to look for Ah Li now."
"Go ahead."
Li Zhuyuan left the study.
What he previously considered a transaction wasn’t quite that; Liu Yumei had promised him that any request he made she would agree to.
But even if a child were to make demands of their parents about which toy to buy, one must still be mindful of attitude and strategy.
There’s a difference between merely agreeing to a request and actively promoting it.
The old lady was actually quite easy to manage, as long as she had her pride.
In a blossoming relationship, two flowers would bloom, each on their own.
Tan Wenbin had secured a medical leave note from the infirmary and went to ask the instructor for time off, as he himself was given special permission to accompany Lin Shuyou.
For this, he was more than happy to enjoy a bit of leisure.
He took a professional book from the dormitory and hurried back to the infirmary.
Lin Shuyou was receiving an IV drip and was fast asleep when Tan Wenbin sat down beside the hospital bed, reading his book.
At that moment, two girls carrying art boards walked past the hospital room window, chatting and laughing.
One of the girls wore a white dress and the other a blue one, both tall and elegant.
Tan Wenbin briefly shifted his focus from the book to them: ah, this must be the cultured seniors in college.
Once they passed the hospital room, Tan Wenbin lowered his head, and once the eye candy was over, he returned to reading.
Soon after, he felt something, turned to the side, and noticed Lin Shuyou, who had been sleeping, had opened his eyes.
"You brat, injured so severely yet you’re still thinking about pretty girls; hurry up and get well so you can go chase after..."
Tan Wenbin's words got stuck halfway through, as he was stunned to realize that Lin Shuyou’s eyes were now... vertical pupils!
(End of this chapter)