The next morning, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
After returning home, the father and son tacitly concealed everything that happened last night in order not to worry Zhang Yingli.
They ate the steaming hot food in big mouthfuls, finally dispelling some of the gloom brought by Odin.
"Son, are you going back to school this afternoon? Go back and have a rest first. Mom will call you at noon." Zhang Yingli said to her absent-minded son.
"Okay." Upon hearing this, Zhou Chuan ignored Comrade Lao Zhou's pleading look and walked into the room in a very unrighteous manner.
As a wife and mother, how could Zhang Yingli not notice something was wrong with the two of them? So she asked, "What happened last night?"
"Wife, you don't know that our son is actually a genius!"
"genius?"
"Yes! It's my fault. I actually had a talent for card making back then. If the teacher who tested my talent hadn't made a mistake..."
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"Ahem, our son created a purple spiritual card."
"Purple card?!"
When the two of them talked to this point, they began to lower their voices.
Zhou Chuan had no interest in eavesdropping on the old couple's private conversation, so he lay on the bed with his eyes closed and rested.
Just like an electronic device whose novelty has worn off, he hasn't been able to fully utilize it in the past two days.
"I don't know if I'll get enough sleep in the morning. If not, I'll go to school to catch up on my sleep in the afternoon. Without Lao Ma's scientific card-making and data principles, I won't sleep well."
Zhou Chuan thought about it and slowly closed his eyes.
Although he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, the sleepiness and fatigue that surged like a tide still overwhelmed him in an instant.
…
"I was obsessed with..."
Zhou Chuan subconsciously slapped the phone, instantly turning it back into a card form.
As he had been quite busy these past two days, he had not had time to digest the physical strength gained from creating Black Impermanence, so until now he was still in a state of "unable to function as he wished".
In addition, without any testing with professional instruments, he was not sure how strong he was now. He could probably only compete with Kyogoku Makoto, the number one in science.
"Would you like to sleep a little longer?" Zhang Yingli couldn't help but ask her sleepy son.
"Yeah." Zhou Chuan nodded and said, "There's still a lot of things going on at school. I have to go there right after dinner."
After saying that, he sat down at the table, ate some simple food, and quickly went downstairs.
Facing the bright summer sunshine, Zhou Chuan took out a green-bordered card from his heart.
Last night, the vice president of the Baihu Battle Card Master Association came hurriedly, stuffed the card into his hand without saying anything, said only one sentence "Good luck in the college entrance examination", and then pulled a group of operators to a meeting.
As an apprentice card maker, Zhou Chuan actually prefers to create each card himself.
But after all, this was the good intention of his elders, and the green-quality mount was so cool that Zhou Chuan really had no intention of refusing at the time. He said thank you and put the card into his heart.
After I got home, I took out the cards and looked at them, and couldn't help but exclaim: It smells so good!
Real name: Heroic Horse
Quality: Green
Category: Spirit Card (Mount, Ghost)
Introduction: Soul Returns...
Features:
Know the way: An excellent warhorse can easily remember the way it came and will not easily get lost on the long journey.
Forced March: Since ancient times, speed is the most important thing in war. With it, you will be a brave general charging at the front of the battle formation (or a fugitive who escapes a hundred steps in the blink of an eye).
As Zhou Chuanxin said "summon", a skeleton warhorse covered in tattered leather armor slowly stepped out from the vortex of dark blue fire. Every time it raised its hooves and neighed, pale flames would escape from its bony nostrils.
It is indeed not as tall and majestic as Odin's eight-legged horse Sleipnir, but it has a different kind of desolation that is irresistible.
Looking at this undead warhorse, Zhou Chuan suddenly awakened his "scumbag" attribute. He had completely forgotten about his beloved car, Old Man Le, who had followed him for three years, and instead embarked on the path of becoming a "Ghost Rider".
"Let's go!"
Zhou Chuan jumped on the horse and gave an order in a very heroic manner. The warhorse immediately started to gallop, and its four legs pounded the ground, creating a rhythm as powerful as percussion instruments, which was enough to make one's blood boil.
It was just after the rain and the sky was clear and there were many people walking on the road. Zhou Chuan's elegant ride along the way attracted a lot of attention.
You know, in a third-tier small city like Baihu, green-quality mount cards are already rare, no less than supercars in the normal urban world.
However, such a valuable spiritual card was used by a teenager in a high school uniform. How could it not arouse people's imagination
So they walked like this all the way to the school gate. Looking at the flashing lights one after another, Zhou Chuan suddenly missed his old man Le.
Faced with such a "highlight moment", there is no secret joy, only embarrassment.
He felt like a fat panda mating in a breeding base while being watched by hairless monkeys.
"Seeing the young master having fun, this old slave is happy from the bottom of his heart!"
When Zhou Chuan returned to the classroom, he saw a tall and delicate girl coming towards him with a smile.
"Do I look happy to you? Miss Cao, on the other hand, looks radiant. She has even written a 10,000-word self-criticism?"
Zhou Chuan responded bluntly that the two of them had been classmates since kindergarten, and they had known each other so well in their past and present lives that they could be considered childhood sweethearts.
—Most people in their twenties still can’t find a partner, so they can get married right away.
"Achuan, if you mention this again, I'll get really anxious!" Cao Yan was a little angry and embarrassed, her fangs slightly exposed, as if she was going to bite someone.
That was two years ago, when she returned to school at the beginning of the second semester of her senior year. Because she did not do her homework, she burned all the homework of the entire class with the tacit consent of her classmates. However, she was caught by her homeroom teacher Liang Bing and was punished to write a 10,000-word self-review.
Afterwards, all the students in the class felt guilty. After all, no one had finished writing the terrible "Happy Winter Vacation". Cao Yan's move could be said to have turned the tide. Only Zhou Chuan dared to tease his "benefactor" about this.
After all, he worked all night long to finish the 10,000-word self-criticism, and helped to write 5,000 words overnight, but Cao Yan kept delaying the remaining half for two years.
Today, the five thousand words he wrote with great effort have become a waste of manuscripts.
"I won't talk to you any more." Miss Cao waved her hand generously, indicating that she would not care about it anymore, and then said, "Is there any progress on the competition?"
"It's done."
"Is that the undead warhorse? Man, that's awesome!"
"… Okay."
"You are always so unhappy. Why can't you inherit Uncle Zhou's good qualities?"
"hehe."
"What do you mean? Are you mocking me? If you have the guts, come and fight with me in the woods. If I don't beat you to a pulp, I'll write the word 'Cao' backwards!"
"oh."
"Hey, you kid deserve a beating, don't you..."
Before Cao Yan could finish her words, Zhou Chuan saw a beautiful and well-proportioned lady sneaking in from the back door, then "sneaking" all the way and hitting Cao Yan hard on the back of the head.
Cao Yan turned around and was about to show her teeth, but when she saw who it was, she could only say with a wronged look on her face, "Sister Bing."
"Return to your seat!"
Liang Bing waved her hand in a very queenly manner, and Cao Yan could only hang her head, say "oh", and sit next to Zhou Chuan.