The sack that Ah Liu "picked up" was eventually brought into the gate of Duke Zhao's mansion by the guards, and Zhang Shou waved goodbye to Zhu Ying, and then went home under the guidance of Ah Liu. At this time, he was yawning and didn't think about why Ah Liu knew where the small courtyard that Qi Jingshan lent to them mother and son was, since he had followed him everywhere before.
After returning home, he forced himself to deal with Wu's series of questions. He almost fell asleep while taking a shower, and when he climbed to the bed, he slept soundly.
When he opened his eyes again, he rested the back of his left hand on his forehead. He couldn't even remember what day it was or where he was. He even stretched out his right hand in a trance, wanting to take the phone that he vaguely remembered putting on the bedside table. It wasn't until his outstretched hand touched the wide fence of the bunk bed that he finally got rid of the feeling of dreamlike reality.
He has been away from his mobile phone for many years... In this age of routine and boring life, he gets up at sunrise and goes to bed at sunset. In order to protect his eyes, he rarely turns on the light to read or even write. Even his eyesight has returned to 2.0.
It was only in recent days that his peaceful days were suddenly shattered by that young lady, and he finally found some taste and excitement.
The young man who taught in the countryside unexpectedly became a doctor of the Imperial College...
It was bright outside the window, and it was a good day. After a night of sleep, occasionally breaking the biological clock and sleeping until waking up naturally was a little pleasure that people who often sleep in could not experience. Unconsciously, Zhang Shou suddenly didn't want to get up, but lay there and continued to stare at the tent above his head, until he heard someone talking outside the door.
"Ah Hu, did Brother Six reject you too?"
"Yes! I really want to learn some martial arts, but Brother Liu didn't say yes or no, he just looked at you quietly... That look in his eyes is creepy! Alas, why don't I have a talent for studying?"
"Neither do I... Fortunately, my grandfather hasn't returned from the Linhai Camp yet, otherwise he would have given me a good beating before sending me here! He always talks about how well Xiaoqi and Xiaodai are learning from the little master, but I feel sleepy when I read, and I feel like running away when I see those numbers..."
Zhang Shou recognized the voices as those of Yang Hao and Qiao Hu, and couldn't help but smile.
Studying really depends on talent. For example, when he and his cousin entered school at the same time, he could always rank first even if he didn't study much, but his cousin started to stumble in the first grade and repeated two grades in six years of elementary school. Although his talent was not enough to get into a key high school, at least he could still get into an ordinary 211 university and continue to pretend to be a top student after failing the college entrance examination.
He gently closed his eyes and listened to the two people first complaining about Ah Liu's coldness and ruthlessness, then praising Wu's kindness and benevolence, and finally unscrupulously discussing how Old Liu and Aunt Liu usually spend the night. He finally couldn't help but sit up, pounding the bed and shouting, "Be careful of Old Liu's reed stick!"
The next moment, there was total silence outside the door. After a while, the door was slightly opened, and a round little head poked in and looked around for a while. When he realized that Zhang Shou was sitting there looking at him, he let out a light cry and then moved in awkwardly. Behind him, another chubby boy also crept into the room.