Li Changzhou trained at the bottom of the lake until 2 a.m., exhausting himself completely.

He used to rely on burrowing underground to quickly deplete his stamina; otherwise, if he exercised in the yard, with only 10 points of physical recovery, it would take forever to become exhausted.

But that was a last resort; Li Changzhou didn't want to take shortcuts.

The rapid depletion of energy during underground training is very tiring, like playing on your phone during online classes to kill time. However, training at the bottom of a large lake is slower and more arduous, but it is like attending a serious class and learning something in the process.

Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan were already asleep.

The house wasn't built, but the air in the honeypot world was fresh and the temperature was just right, so being outdoors gave it a comfortable, back-to-nature feel.

Both of them are in good health, so there's no need to worry about catching a cold.

So as not to wake them, Li Changzhou didn't go upstairs, but instead slept on the roots of a tree by the lake, staring blankly at the moon in the sky.

Is the moon in front of us a projection of the outside world, or something else?

While lost in thought about things that had no answers, I rubbed my fingers together; after being in the water for so long, the pads of my fingers became wrinkled.

With his hands behind his head, Li Changzhou suddenly remembered when he was very, very young.

Back then, the family was so poor that they didn't even have an electric fan. He would fan his younger sister while she slept.

Once, he fell asleep while fanning himself, but suddenly woke up from the heat and saw fireflies flickering on the screen window and the bright moon outside the screen window.

The moon is still the same moon, but the people and things have changed.

He recalled a poem that went something like, "Life goes on endlessly, generation after generation; the river moon looks the same year after year."

The poem should be titled "Spring River Flower Moon Night," written by Zhang Ruoxu. Unfortunately, I only remember this one line; he wasn't interested in such things.

If it were Yang Qinglan, perhaps he could still recite the entire text even now.

Thinking of Miss Yang's beautiful and dreamlike figure, which was as beautiful as the moonlight, Li Changzhou sighed. Why didn't he think of buying her high heels!

I bought my younger sister a pair of high heels and a pair of sandals! I didn't buy her a single pair!

Is it really true that virgins are incapable?

Absolutely not!

Li Changzhou turned over and realized he was having trouble sleeping tonight.

On the plains of Bird's Nest, Yang Qinglan turned over. She didn't have insomnia or worries about being a virgin. She was just about to sleep when she was worried that Li Changzhou would drown her in the lake during training.

"Qinglan, go ahead."

"I'm not good at dealing with animals. Li Changzhou?"

“No.” Li Changzhou raised his right hand and spread his five fingers. “From the moment I was born, I swore that I would only touch my wife, this one female, in this lifetime.”

They were discussing who would milk the cows.

You must express milk, otherwise your breasts will become engorged, which can lead to illness or a lack of milk.

Anyway, according to the person who sold the cow, from the moment "she" gave birth until she stopped breastfeeding ten months later, she had to be fed twice a day, morning and evening.

But looking at the breasts, even though they were cow breasts, it was really difficult for virgins to touch them.

"Brother, you go!" Li Qianxia pushed Li Changzhou.

“Go ahead.” Yang Qinglan also stood on Li Qianxia’s side. “I will explain to your future wife that you touched the body of a cow, a cow that has not become a spirit.”

“...I will remember today, 5 a.m. on October 6th.” Li Changzhou rolled up his sleeves and started to write.

"Remember to rub your hands together to warm them up," Yang Qinglan reminded him.

"Right now, my heart is cold."

Li Changzhou squatted down and aimed the bucket at him.

The cow's coat is light yellowish-brown with white spots, and it is beautiful and smooth.

It showed no hostility toward Li Changzhou's approach; its brown eyes were filled with the gentle warmth of a cow.

Li Changzhou slowly reached out his hand.

Two female college students stood by, holding their breath, watching with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

I finally got up there.

"H-How is it?" Li Qianxia asked.

Li Changzhou squinted, pursed his lips, tilted his head back, and let out a suppressed, low, desperate cry for help: "Ah—".

"Speak," Yang Qinglan commanded.

"Warm, no, lukewarm." Li Changzhou had gotten used to it, and his expression was no longer so uncomfortable and painful.

"Continue." Yang Qinglan didn't even realize that a smile had crept onto her lips.

Do you find Li Changzhou's current state amusing, or do you find your current life more interesting?

At this particular time, Li Changzhou did not visit Yang Qinglan. At 5 a.m. on October 6, after experiencing democratic violence, his attention was entirely focused on a cow.

He used his thumb and forefinger to... well, even if it's a cow, the process can't be written down.

In short, the first spurt of milk sprayed out unevenly, running down his wrist, wetting his sleeves which he had already rolled up, and spraying all over his body.

"Ah!" Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan exclaimed in surprise, it seemed that they had not been spared either.

The cow looked at the three of them with even gentler eyes.

Then came the second, the third, and so on. For a time, the milk and the bucket were like the "S" and "S" of magnets, desperately repelling each other and refusing to compromise.

"Never mind, I'll do it." Yang Qinglan couldn't stand it anymore.

Li Changzhou quickly abdicated and yielded the throne to a more capable person.

Both being geniuses, Yang Qinglan clearly had a talent for this; she had already learned it simply by observing someone's failures.

With Yang Qinglan's skillful movements, the milk shot into the bucket, accompanied by rhythmic hissing sounds, and a layer of foam rose to the surface.

After both cows had finished drinking, they realized they couldn't finish it all, but they still needed to drink it again that night.

"Can I drink this directly?" Li Qianxia dipped her finger in the mixture and put it in her mouth.

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