Wu Bai and the others never mentioned this matter again. About ten days later, Bing Nandong and his group of disciples were divided into groups to carry out their tasks.
The order of grouping was determined by drawing lots. Fan Zhiyi was not there, but the task had to be carried out, so Bing Nandong drew the lots on his behalf.
Coincidentally, Fan Zhiyi, Xu Qing and Lu Changfu were assigned to the same group, while Bing Nandong was alone in one group, and Wu Bai was alone in another group.
When Bing Nandong came back in the evening, he told Fan Zhiyi the news. Fan Zhiyi held up the stick and looked at it again and again. There was a "three" written on it, indicating the third group.
He actually had to be in the same group with Lu Changfu. For some reason, Fan Zhiyi felt that Lu Changfu was difficult to get along with.
Seeing Fan Zhiyi looking dejected, Bing Nandong said, "I can switch with you. There's no one you know in my group, so you can choose not to talk to them. If you encounter danger, just hold the talisman. Before you leave, I'll give you a communication talisman, so you can use it to contact me."
Fan Zhiyi thought about getting along with the other disciples he didn't recognize, and felt a little suffocated, but it would be easy to reveal the truth if Lu Changfu said so... Forget it, it's better to be in the same group with Lu Changfu. He also has something to ask Xu Qing.
"It's okay, let's just leave it at that." Fan Zhiyi said listlessly, "How many days will we leave?"
"About three days later."
"So soon? Are you guys at Tianyun Sect all about action? You leave as soon as you say so." Fan Zhiyi straightened up. He didn't have time to prepare himself mentally. "But aren't the other sects still waiting to be investigated by Tianyun Sect? Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to leave so high-profile now?"
"It's not you, it's us." Bing Nandong patiently explained to Fan Zhiyi one by one, "The Ghost Gate seems to be opening wide lately, so more ghosts and monsters have appeared everywhere. It's perfectly reasonable for the disciples of Tianyun Sect to go out and deal with it. There's nothing wrong with that. Besides, the fact that they were detained has been kept secret from the outside world, and very few outsiders know about their participation in this competition. Their respective sects will also make their own explanations."
Fan Zhiyi was stunned when he heard this. Anyway, in the end it would be Bing Nandong who would seal the Ghost Gate and die, so he chose to lie on the table again.
He was looking towards Bing Nandong, his eyes originally blank, but suddenly he felt a little hungry and wanted to have a midnight snack. He raised his eyes to ask Bing Nandong what he wanted to eat, but his eyes met Bing Nandong's.
Bing Nandong didn't react either. He was slightly surprised and looked a little cute. Then he immediately looked away, half-clenched his fists to his mouth to hide his loss of composure, but the red tips of his ears still betrayed him.
His ears turn red so easily. Fan Zhiyi thought, unexpectedly innocent, he is still a teenager after all.
No, what is he thinking about? Sometimes, Fan Zhiyi was actually quite speechless to himself, so he turned his head and stared at the other side.
Why is he turning his head, but is it too stiff to hold it up now?
Fan Zhiyi began to feel conflicted and extremely uncomfortable, but finally decided to remain lying on the table, not daring to move.
"I put the flowers you gave me by the window. They are very nice." Bing Nandong's face became redder as he spoke, but he had to keep his voice the same as usual to appear calm.
As soon as this flower was mentioned, the atmosphere of the night became more lively, and Fan Zhiyi's heart began to beat wildly.
He buried his head in his arms, speaking in a muffled voice to hide his abnormality, afraid of being discovered by others, and even more afraid of being discovered by himself: "I also put it by the window."
"That's exactly opposite."
"Yeah." Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes tightly, not noticing Bing Nandong's gaze that had been fixed on him, making the autumn wind become more lingering.
Bing Nandong said: "Rest early."
"good."
Of course, there is no way to have midnight snacks.
Fan Zhiyi was so distressed that he didn't know what to eat. If things continued like this, he would really become a sinner who deceived the feelings of teenagers.
Fan Zhiyi suffered from insomnia again and did not sleep well the whole night. He sat at the table and sighed, looking at the pile of manuscripts of his original body, as well as the two bouquets of osmanthus and a bouquet of holy flowers on the table. He held his cheeks with both hands and sighed again.
"what's on your mind?"
"Oh my god!" Fan Zhiyi yelled, and was so scared that he almost fell to the ground with the stool. Fortunately, he grabbed the edge of the table in time.
Bing Nandong didn't know when he came over and how long he had been watching him there.
Fan Zhiyi was now in a state where he couldn't bear to look at Bing Nandong. He replied without looking at him, "I'm not thinking about anything."
"Did I scare you?"
"That's normal. Anyone would be scared if you spoke so suddenly."
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi who was looking down. Fan Zhiyi's hands were unconsciously flipping through the pile of manuscripts, and from time to time he was touching other things, appearing to be very busy.
If Fan Zhiyi realized his current situation, in his own words, this behavior of appearing busy was just a cover-up for embarrassment.
However, Bing Nandong just vaguely felt that Fan Zhiyi didn't want to see him. Last night was the same. He had been avoiding his gaze. This seemed to be different from ordinary shyness.
Bing Nandong didn't like to speculate, he was always straightforward: "Fan Zhiyi, why don't you dare look at me?"
When Fan Zhiyi heard this, he straightened up like a cat with a strong stress reaction and immediately looked at Bing Nandong: "I didn't!"
But Bing Nandong frowned and didn't believe him at all.
Since the answers are all there, why ask him?
Fan Zhiyi suddenly thought of something: "Why aren't you in school at this hour?"
"The school will be closed for the next three days, so you just need to practice on your own."
"Oh." That means Bing Nandong might stay in the yard for the next three days.
Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong and saw that he was leaning sideways, looking at the little black cat who was happily playing with a ball not far away.
Bing Nandong had brought this ball of yarn back. Fan Zhiyi had been planning to sew a small fish doll for it, but he always forgot.
However, Xiao Hei has become much closer to him, which is really a cause for celebration. Xiao Hei finally has more eyes than just Bing Nandong. Fan Zhiyi, the old father, feels very relieved.
The next second, Bing Nandong half-knelt down and waved to Xiao Hei: "Nanshan, come here."
Xiao Hei's ears twitched. He seemed not to be very sensitive to the name Nanshan because he didn't call it often.
Seeing this, Fan Zhiyi poked his head out and said, "It's not familiar with the name Nanshan yet, so we need to train it slowly." After that, Fan Zhiyi demonstrated and said loudly, "Xiao Hei!"
Xiao Hei wagged his tail, glanced at Fan Zhiyi, then reluctantly dropped the ball and ran over.
Fan Zhiyi was happy and laughed. Bing Nandong picked up Xiao Hei and gave it to him. Fan Zhiyi reached out and scratched Xiao Hei's face: "Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, Nanshan, Nanshan."
Bing Nandong stared at Fan Zhiyi, smiling as he teased the cat, and asked, "I remember you said you had a dog before, right?"
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