On the way back to the classroom, Zhou Yuanyuan greeted people, her cheeks stiff with laughter. It couldn't be helped; Zhou Yuanyuan was popular, and many people were happy to talk to her. She wasn't arrogant, and she would always respond to well-meaning greetings.
"Xiaoyu, have you discovered anything big?" Zhou Yuanyuan had time to ask Xiaoyu only after she sat down in the classroom.
"Master, you have to pay attention to He Jingjing. Something seems to be wrong with her. She has the aura of an evil cultivator." Xiaoyu's words surprised Zhou Yuanyuan. Evil cultivator? Zhou Yuanyuan had not forgotten the battle six years ago. It took Zhou Yuanyuan a lot of effort to eliminate the residual soul of the evil cultivator in Zeng Mingliang. Could it be that He Jingjing was also possessed by the residual soul? Zhou Yuanyuan thought of the scene where He Jingjing's brain was confused from time to time, and a hint of enlightenment came to her mind.
Zhou Yuanyuan looked at He Jingjing's seat; it was empty. It seemed that He Jingjing had gone into hiding after making a fool of herself at the school gate.
"Xiaoyu, you're not asking me to help He Jingjing exorcise the evil spirit, are you? That person is so annoying, I won't bother myself with that." Zhou Yuanyuan thought Xiaoyu wanted her to confront the evil cultivator again. After all, every time Xiaoyu mentioned the evil cultivator, she gnashed her teeth, as if she had some irreconcilable feud with them.
While a cultivator's progress requires the sharpening of battle, it also depends on who they're fighting for, right? Wang Xiaona and Zeng Mingliang were a kindhearted couple, which is why Zhou Yuanyuan fought so hard. As for He Jingjing, the "crazy person" who constantly targeted her, Zhou Yuanyuan had no interest in doing anything for her.
"No, Master, this He Jingjing seems different from the man last time." Xiaoyu blinked, trying to recall everything she had just felt from He Jingjing. The stench on He Jingjing was much worse than that on Zeng Mingliang. But the strange thing was that Zeng Mingliang's stench was always there, although it was faint, but it was always there and would not disappear. He Jingjing's stench was different, and it seemed to be able to adjust automatically. Xiaoyu sniffed it for a while, and then wanted to confirm it again, but the smell suddenly disappeared.
"What's the difference?" Xiaoyu's words aroused Zhou Yuanyuan's curiosity.
There was a stench, much worse than Zeng Mingliang's, yet different from Zeng Mingliang's. Could it be that... this He Jingjing herself was an evil cultivator? Zhou Yuanyuan was shocked by her own guess.
No! That shouldn't be the case. Zhou Yuanyuan shook her head and rejected it.
In Zhou Yuanyuan's view, He Jingjing was just an ordinary, willful girl. She couldn't sense a trace of a cultivator's aura from her. After all, even an evil cultivator was still a cultivator. As a cultivator, Zhou Yuanyuan was very sensitive to the aura of evil cultivators.
Besides, monks are nourished by spiritual energy and have healthy bodies. They don't even have colds or coughs, let alone serious illnesses. As for He Jingjing, as far as Zhou Yuanyuan knew, she had been recuperating for the past few years.
However, Zhou Yuanyuan has always believed in Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyu would not say anything without certainty.
"Master, Xiaoyu hasn't noticed anything strange about He Jingjing yet. Master, could you allow Xiaoyu to observe what's going on around you? Don't worry, I can't read your thoughts," Xiaoyu pleaded. Ever since Zhou Yuanyuan's spell failed, Xiaoyu hadn't informed her immediately, and she had been recast with a stronger spell. Now, not only could Xiaoyu not "see" Zhou Yuanyuan's thoughts, she couldn't even spy on what was happening around her. If it weren't for the overwhelming emanations and stench of He Jingjing today, Xiaoyu wouldn't have noticed.
With the appearance of the evil cultivator, Xiaoyu was worried about Zhou Yuanyuan's safety. After all, for evil cultivators, monks are their "tonic food." Seeing He Jingjing's hasty departure, Xiaoyu didn't dare to bet on whether He Jingjing had discovered Zhou Yuanyuan's true identity.
"Okay! Then I'll trouble Xiaoyu to be more vigilant." Zhou Yuanyuan nodded, put her left hand under the desk, made a gesture, and muttered something to herself, breaking Xiaoyu's curse.
Honestly, if Xiaoyu hadn't said anything, Zhou Yuanyuan would have almost forgotten she'd cast a stronger version of the curse on her. No wonder Xiaoyu had spoken so little in the past few years. Zhou Yuanyuan felt a little guilty.
Zhou Yuanyuan couldn't help but blush as she recalled why she'd been so angry with Xiaoyu. That night, she felt a pang of reluctance as she thought about Wen Ziqing leaving her for Kyoto, and she spent the entire night thinking about him. The next morning, upon discovering Xiaoyu could "see" her true thoughts, her first reaction was shame and indignation, followed by a desire to teach Xiaoyu a lesson about her gossiping habits.
Zhou Yuanyuan had originally intended to punish Xiaoyu for three or two months, but she forgot about it when things got too complicated. Xiaoyu was also honest and kept silent. She just worked tirelessly to repair the cracks in Zhou Yuanyuan's sea of consciousness and practiced on her own whenever she had time.
Thinking of Wen Ziqing, Zhou Yuanyuan's thoughts drifted away. Honestly, Wen Ziqing had been by her side all these years, and it was impossible for her not to have a fondness for him. After Wen Ziqing left for college, it took Zhou Yuanyuan six months to get used to his absence. Over the years, Wen Ziqing's every move, every word, and every action had etched itself into Zhou Yuanyuan's heart, like water dripping through a stone.
Zhou Yuanyuan wasn't sure what she felt for Wen Ziqing. Like? That was for sure. Love? It didn't seem to reach that level. She was simply used to Wen Ziqing's presence, and loved being able to see his silent yet immovable figure whenever she turned around.
"Zhou... Zhou Yuanyuan, this is for you." A chubby little boy walked up to Zhou Yuanyuan and handed her a small boat folded from light blue paper with a blushing face.
Zhou Yuanyuan recognized the fat boy as her classmate, Xu Minghui.
Xu Minghui had been in love with Zhou Yuanyuan for a long time, and every day he felt a little happy watching her clean up the pile of "love letters" in her desk. However, when he wanted to confess his feelings to Zhou Yuanyuan, Xu Minghui was dumbfounded.
Xu Minghui knew that Zhou Yuanyuan never even glanced at the pink letters. If he wrote a letter and shoved it in her desk like everyone else, it would definitely end up in the trash. So, Xu Minghui creatively went to the bookstore and bought some blue colored paper. He wrote his message on it and carefully folded it into the shape of a small boat.
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