When school started in August, Zhao Xiaoyue officially entered Class 1 of the first year of high school, which is the most famous elite class in the school.
The homeroom teacher is a male teacher, and those who can get into this class are either top students or geniuses.
Min'er and Lan Caihe were also in this class. One was at the very front, one was in the middle, and one was at the very back.
I wanted to sit together, but the teachers separated us all.
The students in this class are of varying ages. There are a total of thirty classes in the high school, and the first ten are the top classes, taught by the best teachers in the entire high school.
The classes that follow are regular classes!
Besides textbooks, there are also the most supplementary materials.
Once get out of class was over, the entire floor became quiet, a stark contrast to the two floors below.
The students had heavy academic workloads and were carrying a heavy burden every day. Before they knew it, it was National Day, and Zhao Xiaoyue felt like she was turning into a zombie from studying.
As soon as I got back to my small apartment, I collapsed onto the sofa. Finally, I'm on vacation!
Then she stretched lazily and fell off the sofa with a thud, getting up there and snuggling intimately with the floor.
When Zhao Zhe returned home, he didn't see his sister and wondered why she hadn't come back.
I walked up to the refrigerator, opened it, took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and started drinking as I walked towards the sofa. Suddenly, I saw the person lying on the floor and was so startled that I spat out my water.
He ran over and quickly checked his breathing. Thankfully, he was alive.
"What are you doing? Don't worry, I'm still alive!" Zhao Xiaoyue lay back down and closed her eyes.
"Sis, shall we go home?"
Zhao Zhe was a little homesick, and he missed his parents and grandmother.
Zhao Xiaoyue said without much emotion, "We can't go back now."
She had something more important to do.
The ring was finished. On Huo Qingqing's death anniversary, her master specifically instructed her not to disturb them. Zhao Xiaoyue was unable to give the gifts.
It's been two years, and these past two months I've been feeling anxious. I'm afraid if I don't give it to her, she'll never have another chance.
Zhao Xiaoyue jumped up in a flash. "Give me the phone."
Zhao Zhe handed over her sister's phone, which was placed on the coffee table, saying, "Here."
Zhao Xiaoyue pressed the button, and the call connected quickly. Hou Taotao had been restless these past few days. "Boss, are you alright?" After realizing what was happening, she added, "Oh dear, look at my loose tongue, what do you want?"
Zhao Xiaoyue didn't mind. "Brother Tao, come with me to Huanhai Town, right now."
Without hesitation, she went to the study to get the exquisite golden nanmu box, changed her clothes casually, and headed out.
"I'm going too, sis!" Zhao Zhe stood up hurriedly.
"Stay home!" Then he left.
Zhang Xiaomeng is on call 24/7. He's really going all out to buy a private jet so he can take the helm.
Four hours later they arrived at Huanhai Town. In front of the thatched house, Zhao Xiaoyue ran up and knocked on the door anxiously, "Master! Master! Sixth Grandfather!"
A soft cough came from inside the room, and Hou Taotao and Zhao Xiaoyue's eyes narrowed.
After a while, Uncle Pu opened the door, but once he did, he went back into the house and lay down on the recliner.
The window swayed gently as the last rays of the setting sun shone through, and Uncle Pu just stared quietly at that beam of light.
She didn't dare look at her master's face. "Master, I brought something with me."
Zhao Xiaoyue opened the box, took out the small red velvet box inside, placed it on the table, and tried her best to suppress her sobs. "I originally wanted to bring this to you and your teacher's wife that day, but you wouldn't let me. You have to explain to your teacher's wife when you see her. Let her blame you, but don't blame me!"
The box was opened, and the light from the window lattice shone on it. In an instant, the rings shone with a red light, dazzling and bright, and the flower patterns on the rings seemed to come alive with color.
Pu Liuye slowly raised his eyes and looked up, a slight smile playing on his lips. "She'll like it. She's always been asking for this style."
Two vines intertwined and blossomed, what an ingenious design! But his beloved couldn't wear it...
He straightened up, hugged the diamond ring to his chest, then lay back down, holding it tightly.
That last glimmer of light has faded away...
"I've told you everything I needed to. Peach and the others are trustworthy people... Also, thank you, Little Sun!"
Zhao Xiaoyue lowered her head, tears falling to the ground, "What are you thanking me for? I still couldn't keep you..."
"Mmm!" came a soft reply, dissipating into the dust.
Hou Taotao was already sobbing uncontrollably. At first glance, he knew that his sixth brother had been poisoned. It was the Nine Dew Pill, a poison passed down through the Pu family. Once ingested, it would enter the lungs and internal organs, causing extreme and unbearable pain.
This poison requires a long time to take. Sixth Brother, he started taking it at least several months ago.
He left the thatched hut, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then threw it away and wiped his face.
He took out his phone and called the others, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't dial the right numbers. His eyes were quickly filled with tears. He blinked and repeated the process several times before finally getting through to the other people.
Zhao Xiaoyue knelt solemnly in front of the recliner. "In our previous life, we had a shallow master-disciple relationship. In this life, I feel very honored to be your and Huo Qingqing's goddaughter! Rest assured, as long as I live, the sea of flowers will always be a sea of flowers!"
The person in the chair didn't make a sound anymore, but continued to hold the two small boxes tightly.
After kowtowing three times, Zhao Xiaoyue pressed her forehead to the ground and waited quietly...
After a long time, she learned that her master... Master Pu, had left, and no one could stop him.
She slowly raised her head, tears streaming down her face. Despite the intense pain in her body and the twitching of her muscles, Master Pu remained expressionless.
He chose the most painful way to die: he took poison!
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