After seeing off the new leader, Tanzania didn't sleep a wink all night.

I gazed at the night sky until dawn.

A fly came in and draped a garment over Tanzan's body.

Be careful not to catch a cold.

His gaunt face was full of worry.

Tanzan, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, casually wiped an old-fashioned Mauser pistol.

The gun was shiny and had a red tassel hanging from it, so it looked quite old.

The fly stood respectfully to one side.

Do you know each other?

Tanzan twirled the Mauser pistol between his fingers, then aimed it outside and "biu".

The fly simply nodded; he had seen this gun before, it was an antique.

"Hmm, it looks like it's been around for a while."

Tanzan held the cigarette between his fingers and pointed the gun at the fly. "Lower your head a little, let me see if the sight is straight."

The fly squatted down helplessly, bowing its head. "You should go and settle the young lady the captain brought along. I've temporarily arranged for her to stay in the back."

“Hmm,” Tanzan squinted one eye, level with the gun’s sight, “I trust you to do things.”

"Hey, don't move," Tanzan said, putting the cigarette back in his mouth, gripping the gun in one hand and cocking it with the other. "Don't move! What are you shaking for?"

The fly knew that Tanzan loved to play and maintained this old relic every day, so it simply went along with Tanzan.

It's not like he hasn't done something like this before...

Bang!

Kata!

Bang!

The sound of an old-fashioned Mauser pistol echoed throughout the castle, and two bright red holes appeared on the fly's forehead.

He collapsed to the ground.

He couldn't believe it and tried his best to ask why.

His shriveled eyes were bloodshot.

He stared intently at the person who was still wiping the gun.

"Why...why...?"

Tanzan's eyes were devoid of warmth. "Huh? What?"

He casually twirled the gun between his fingers, "Just testing if the gun works. Hmm, it still works."

The fly had already died.

It was still staring intently at Tanzania with its eyes wide open.

Zhao Xiaoyue was catching up on sleep on the plane, unaware that Tanzania had already dealt with the person.

The first class in the morning was the class flag raising ceremony, and luckily she made it in time.

As if sensing something, the first thing Ban Qisheng did upon entering the classroom was to check if Zhao Xiaoyue was there.

He nodded only after seeing that the person was reading attentively.

hehe!

Mr. Zhao was so sleepy he could barely stay awake, but he was desperately trying to stay awake.

As soon as school was over that night, I ran straight to the dormitory, only saying one sentence to Wan Xiaojuan, "Don't bother me if there's nothing wrong," before falling asleep.

But she was scolded in her sleep.

Master Pu, dressed in a smoky gray long gown, sat elegantly in a grand chair, one hand resting on the octagonal table, with a beautiful woman standing beside him.

The first thing Zhao Xiaoyue said as she approached was, "Wow! Master, you've taken a concubine? Did my godmother not beat you to death?"

The woman next to me was just too beautiful.

In the dream, Master Pu's expression turned fierce, and with a snap, an eight-immortal table shattered into pieces.

Mr. Zhao was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

The beautiful woman smiled charmingly, "What are you saying? I'm your godmother!"

Mr. Zhao's eyes widened. "My God! Master, you're so unfair! You're sitting while my godmother is standing, and now you're making me kneel!"

"Godmother, you need to be stricter with your family's discipline."

The beautiful woman's alabaster-like hand rested on Master Pu's shoulder. Master Pu's expression softened. "When you should make a decision, make it decisively and you will not be disturbed. If you hesitate when you should make a decision, you will suffer the consequences."

"Xiaoyue! Xiaoyue! Wake up!"

Wan Xiaojuan was sleeping soundly when she discovered that Zhao Xiaoyue was sleepwalking.

A person suddenly stood up and then suddenly knelt down, startling Wan Xiaojuan so much that she hugged her blanket tightly.

After quite a while, Wan Xiaojuan finally mustered the courage to call for help.

Zhao Xiaoyue suddenly opened her eyes, looking around in a daze. When she found herself kneeling on the balcony, she jumped up and quickly crawled into her warm bed.

My teeth were chattering and rattling.

"Xiaoyue, are you alright?"

Wan Xiaojuan asked with concern.

Zhao Xiaoyue shook her head, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I guess I was just too tired and that's why I was sleepwalking. You should go to sleep!"

"Call me if you need anything!" Wan Xiaojuan said before going to bed.

Zhao Xiaoyue lay down and couldn't sleep at all.

Could it be that the ancestors of the Zhao family are really doing something extraordinary in heaven?

Zhao Xiaoyue clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and bowed in all directions.

Whew~

She was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze; she was a staunch materialist.

But... but it's too weird.

In the middle of the night, I inexplicably ran into an old Taoist priest in a white robe.

"Ah, are you trying to die?!"

Zhao Xiaoyue roared and went berserk, "Can't a person get any sleep?"

Wan Xiaojuan was brushing her teeth with a mouthful of foam, but the yelling made her swallow the foam completely.

Mr. Zhao had messy hair, dark circles under his eyes, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Ugh, you dead ugh, what a surprise!

"Xiaoyue, are you really alright? Why don't you take the day off and I'll go to the hospital with you?"

Mr. Zhao rubbed his face vigorously. "It's nothing, go to your morning reading session. Oh, Zhao Jingjing didn't come back again yesterday?"

"Okay, then take care and get some rest. Oh, he's not back yet."

Zhao Xiaoyue waved her hand, "Go ahead, I'm fine. By the way, did you pass your foreign language exam yesterday?"

Meeting Zhao Xiaoyue's sharp gaze, Wan Xiaojuan smiled sincerely and gratefully, "It's approved. Thank you, Xiaoyue, for all the information you gave me. It came in handy."

Zhao Xiaoyue's gaze softened. "Hmm, not bad. If we get these sorted out, there shouldn't be any problems."

As if performing a magic trick, he pulled out a thick book of information and handed it to the dumbfounded person.

"No way? It's that thick?"

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