When Shang Lin woke up the next day, it was still dark. He groggily stumbled into the bathroom to wash up, and then groggily sat down at the dining table to eat his lovingly prepared breakfast.

That's right, because Huang Ying and Huang Li left with Xing Tian last night. Breakfast was made by Hu Tangdi, who was injured. After eating, Shang Lin left again, seemingly in a daze, carrying his schoolbag.

Hu Tangdi ignored it and went back to the Dragon Spirit Tower to recuperate. Chi Xie followed Shang Lin invisibly, finding it increasingly interesting, and surprisingly, Shang Lin didn't even notice him!

However, as soon as Chi Xie entered the classroom with Shang Lin, he immediately felt a phobia of trypophobia, and the youthful vitality of the young man almost made him run away on the spot.

At this moment, Red Scorpion suddenly understood what Shang Lin felt when he marveled at the vitality of young people. However, it seemed that Shang Lin did not possess this kind of vitality.

That makes sense, though. He may look young, but he's nothing like a young person at heart. Red Scorpion hovered opposite Shang Lin, watching him go from a dazed state to being full of energy the moment he entered the classroom.

Shang Lin's deskmate, Yuan Yuan, asked him in a low voice, "Why did you take leave? Do you want to look at your class notes from the past two days?"

"Yes, I want it." Shang Lin smiled at Yuan Yuan. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

From class to break time, from class to break time, from class to break time, and then back to school and home, Chi Xie followed Shang Lin around. It was a very boring thing, but the more he followed, the more interesting it became.

When Shang Lin got home at noon, the first thing he did was check on She Jinxing's eyes. After removing the gauze, he asked, "Are you still sensitive to light?"

After a while, She Jinxing said, "Much better."

Shang Lin asked again, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's much better now."

Shang Lin smiled, "The recovery is faster than I expected. It should be fully healed after two more days of applying the medicine."

She Jinxing immediately perked up, "That's great! I still have videos to film, and the sect leader asked me to find out about Cheng Qiao's situation, but I haven't gone yet."

“Go and find out about Cheng Qiao’s situation. Have Little Scorpion film the video.” Shang Lin glanced in a certain direction subconsciously, then continued, “so he won’t get bored.”

Red Scorpion immediately revealed himself, "Who said I'm bored? I have to protect you."

Shang Lin looked at Chi Xie with a gentle smile, "If disciples of the Yuntai Sect don't make money, they won't have cultivation resources. Now that the spiritual energy in the human realm is exhausted, cultivation resources are even scarcer. How do you think you can cultivate if you don't make money?"

“I can…” Red Scorpion suddenly stopped, “We work hard to earn money just for cultivation?”

Shang Lin nodded. "Yes, otherwise how can you cultivate? Or do you not want to cultivate and just want to live a life of idleness and waiting to die?"

Red Scorpion, "..."

Forced by the "tyranny" of Sect Master Shang and the pressure of money, Red Scorpion stopped following Shang Lin and obediently asked She Jinxing for advice on how to shoot videos. Then he suddenly discovered a problem.

Everyone in the Yuntai Sect had a smartphone, but he had nothing. So Chi Xie went to Shang Lin again and simply held out his hand, "Buy me a phone."

Shang Lin was getting ready to go to school and said bluntly, "Find Xing Tian, ​​you'll have to find him anyway when you're making the video."

Red Scorpion, "..."

So this is what an irresponsible sect leader you are.

Shang Lin naturally had no idea what Chi Xie was thinking, but even if he did, he would only smile gently and reply, "The disciples are excellent, so naturally I, as the sect leader, don't need to take responsibility."

The second period in the afternoon is physical education. Although physical education classes are usually taken over by other teachers in winter, there are still occasional classes, but today it is indoors.

No, it should be said that the PE teacher led everyone to run two laps around the playground, do some stretching exercises, and then went to the indoor basketball court to watch some tall, long-legged boys play basketball.

Actually, Shang Lin quite likes playing basketball, but unfortunately he's not tall and his legs aren't long either. Compared to guys like Cheng Qiao, he's practically a weakling.

So, Shang Lin, who was very self-aware, didn't go on stage. He just watched from the sidelines like the girls. Of course, he wasn't with the girls, but with his deskmate Yuan Yuan. As for Fan Mingyu and the other two, they all went on stage.

Speaking of which, Fan Mingyu has been in good spirits lately, showing none of the way Shang Lin saw him on the roadside during the National Day holiday. However, he is not the same as before; he has become more mature and composed, quite like a man.

In fact, everyone grows, but the paths to growth are different, and the results are also different. Although Fan Mingyu's path to growth was somewhat sad, fortunately the result was good. He didn't go astray or become decadent.

Just as Shang Lin was lost in thought, he suddenly felt the basketball heading straight for his face. He then heard his classmates gasp in surprise. Instinctively, he raised his hand and caught the basketball firmly, but…

Forces are reciprocal; five small dents were left on the basketball. The next second, Fan Mingyu ran over and yelled, "What are you thinking? I told you to dodge, why did you still use your hand..."

Before Fan Mingyu could finish speaking, Shang Lin showed him the dented part of the basketball and asked, "Can it still be used normally? If not, I'll buy you another one."

"Damn it, Shang Lin, how much of a... did you use?"

Although Fan Mingyu was shocked, he did not shout. He spoke in a normal voice, but even so, the students around him could still hear him clearly.

Everyone immediately thought of the scene shortly after the start of the semester, when Shang Lin rushed from the front seat to the back seat and grabbed Fan Mingyu by the neck. Fan Mingyu obviously thought of this as well, so he immediately fell silent.

However, this group did not include transfer student Cheng Qiao. He gave Shang Lin a meaningful look before telling everyone to continue playing ball.

The girls, who had initially been discussing the boys on the basketball court, started whispering about Shang Lin. Shang Lin, being quick-witted and perceptive, could only prepare to go back to the classroom to copy Yuan Yuan's class notes from the past two days. He didn't want to become the focus of the girls' attention; he'd rather they pay attention to the other boys.

When Shang Lin went back, Yuan Yuan followed, saying with great admiration, "Shang Lin, you're amazing! Are you a kung fu master?"

"What kung fu master? It was just an unconscious action." Shang Lin quickly changed the subject. "Are you going back to the classroom too?"

"Yeah, for a short guy like me to watch basketball with a bunch of girls, isn't that just asking for trouble?"

Actually, Yuan Yuan's height is similar to Shang Lin's, and he's not short when standing alone, but as I said before, compared to boys who play basketball, he's really not good enough.

Shang Lin chuckled lightly, "So guys like us should go back to studying. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, and we can't be outdone in every aspect."

Yuan Yuan looked at Shang Lin and thought to himself, "Versailles, you should at least have a limit, okay? Everyone knows you're good at studying and good at fighting. How can you be compared to us, an ordinary guy like me?"