The whole afternoon of classes, it's exhausting for the Ancestor!
Zuzi walked out looking a bit dejected, suddenly feeling a bit forgiving towards these misguided kids.
School is way too difficult.
Just sitting still on a bench for hours is already deadly.
And those textbooks, it's okay if history and literature are nonsense, but what's up with physics and chemistry?
Who says the laws of the universe are Newton's First Law?
Who says people are made of chemical molecules?
What about the soul, why isn't there a single teacher who properly explains that the most important thing is the soul?
Alas, sitting at the bottom of a well, thinking they've seen the entire universe.
Why not teach these kiddos to earnestly practice breathing, meditation, and cultivate righteousness?
Zuzi felt quite melancholic.
The little crow eagerly presented what the Ancestor needed most: "Ancestor, the pen you wanted."
From Bao Gucheng's shirt pocket, a Parker Pen was retrieved.
It obediently fetched it.
Zuzi's eyes briefly brightened, but quickly dimmed again.
"This thing's not that great," she said, "the material's too poor, it can't retain Spiritual Energy, the essence dissipates quickly."
The limited edition Parker Pen, worth eight million, wept: "...Ancestor!"
The little crow, having failed the task, felt particularly guilty: "Ancestor, maybe you can boil Xiao Jinjin..."
It might barely fill a meal, sob.
Zuzi suddenly interrupted it: "Listen."
The little crow: "What?"
Zuzi's lips curled slightly: "He's here."
The little crow: "Huh?"
The sound of a man's long fingers tapping on the steering wheel echoed clearly in her ears.
Zuzi's gaze fell on the distant Purple Cloud Pine tree spanning half the campus: "Go search, see if there are any other things on him you can bring back."
The little crow finally understood: "Yes!"
The Spiritual Energy that the Ancestor likes!
The little crow fluttered away, and soon returned fluttering with a long object, shimmering warmly in the sunlight.
Zuzi smiled beautifully: "Very good."
After Bai Fei gifted something to a relative's child, he saw Bao Gucheng's displeased expression after waiting for a long time and quickly apologized.
Then he called the school doctor to treat Bao Gucheng's cracked wound on-site.
Of course, it was done without anesthesia.
Bao Gucheng lazily tapped his long fingers on the steering wheel without a single grunt.
Yet the doctor treating the wound was sweating profusely, his legs were going weak.
Such an injury would probably put an average person in a wheelchair; this gentleman is impressively tough!
Bai Fei sincerely marveled: "Mr. Bo, if I were a girl, I would want to marry you at this rate, at least after this operation, your back is so straight... your waist strength is truly excellent."
Bao Gucheng remained silent.
Chen Long couldn't help but say: "Mr. Bai, you're a man." Please, if you're going to shower someone with compliments, at least make them sound better, you're not some delicate girl, who cares if you admire him.
Bai Fei said solemnly: "Men admire too, which man wouldn't want a waist like a bulldog's?"
But this seriousness lasted barely two seconds, and suddenly, he burst into laughter, pointing at Bao Gucheng: "Sir Sir Sir Sir, your waist... hahahaha!"
Chen Long: "..." Mr. Bai, do you have a death wish or something.
At that moment, Bao Gucheng had just finished applying medicine and was getting up to straighten his shirt.
As soon as he lifted his leg, his waistband slipped down two inches!
If it weren't for Bao Gucheng's well-defined mermaid line muscles strong enough to hold up his pants, he might have been exposed in broad daylight.
Even so, the man's defined, solid abs were still charmingly revealed in the sunlight.