Due to time constraints, Shang Lin did not copy Lin Xiaoxiao's class notes. Instead, he quickly read through them and memorized them all. He might write them down someday when he had time, or he might not.
A genius like Shang Lin truly proves the saying, "In the face of a genius, effort is insignificant."
Shang Lin is both a genius and extremely hardworking, no wonder Fan Mingyu feels that comparisons are odious!
Shang Lin quickly returned the class notes to Lin Xiaoxiao, who looked at him with great confusion and asked, "Do you think my class notes are bad? Otherwise, what's the point of just flipping through them?"
"No." Shang Lin was completely out of sync with Lin Xiaoxiao. "Class is about to start."
Lin Xiaoxiao, “…?”
What does it mean when the answer is irrelevant to the question? I'm completely baffled.
Just as Shang Lin had said, the class bell rang shortly afterward, and everyone began to listen attentively to the lesson again.
As soon as school let out at noon, Shang Lin immediately went to find Fan Mingyu, fearing that the man might be too dazed to remember this matter. Where would a boarding student like him get any nutritional supplements? Even if she reminded him, he probably wouldn't know how to do it.
Fan Mingyu was thirsty and hungry, and he had no strength. He was feeling a bit dizzy. Zhou Heng and Fu Xinyu were not in his class anymore, so no one was there to help him get food.
As for Chu Jiusheng? Seeing his appearance, he'd probably laugh out loud three times; it would be a miracle if he helped me get food. I'd better wait for Shang Lin to come and get him to help me get the food before going home.
Fan Mingyu, supporting himself with his legs that felt as limp as noodles, walked out of the classroom, finally experiencing what it meant to be as frail as a willow swaying in the breeze. This feeling was truly... damn...
Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed his arm. Fan Mingyu looked up immediately and said, "Shang Lin, you're finally here! Hurry up and help me get some food. I'm so hungry I'm about to collapse."
Shang Lin took Fan Mingyu's arm and walked towards the stairs, saying as they went, "Come to my house for dinner. Your brother Jin made you a nutritious meal to help you recover."
"Huh?!" Fan Mingyu looked at Shang Lin in utter astonishment. "Nutritional meals are usually awful, and Brother Jin can even cook? That's amazing!"
Shang Lin secretly channeled a bit of spiritual energy into Fan Mingyu, saying, "I can also cook. I'll let you try my cooking sometime."
"Pfft, who would believe that? At most, I can only cook instant noodles." For some reason, after walking with Shang Lin for a while, I felt a bit stronger, and my legs weren't as limp as noodles anymore. As a result, I became even more talkative. "I can do that too. I can even make scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
"Hmm." Shang Lin smiled rather perfunctorily, "Then if you have the chance, let me try your cooking."
"Then forget it."
As the two talked, they soon arrived at Shang Lin's house. Sure enough, She Jinxing had prepared a table full of nourishing dishes, using ingredients such as ginseng, angelica, chicken, and rabbit from the Dragon Spirit Tower.
The main ingredients purchased from outside included beef, mutton, pork bones, oxtail bones, and lamb spine. She Jinxing cooked both soup and stir-fries, his skills were comparable to those of a restaurant chef.
Fan Mingyu was stunned. "Brother Jin, you did all of this?!"
She Jinxing nodded, "Yes, hurry up and wash your hands and eat. You still need to go back to your dorm for a nap, right? Don't waste time."
Fan Mingyu said in a particularly obsequious tone, "Brother, you're like my own brother. Can I come over for dinner tomorrow? No, can I come over for dinner tonight?"
Before She Jinxing could say anything, Shang Lin spoke first: "Yes, you have to come to my house for dinner for the next week."
Fan Mingyu immediately looked at Shang Lin, "Sect Master, can I eat at your house for the next two and a half years? I'll pay whatever it takes."
Shang Lin immediately refused, "You should just forget about it. With the standards your brother Jin cooks, how much money would you have to pay? Besides, who can afford to eat like this every day? Once you've fully recovered in a week, we'll go back to normal."
However, Fan Mingyu insisted, "It's okay, I'll eat whatever you eat. My mom gives me three thousand yuan a month for living expenses, and I'll take more from my savings..."
"Let's eat first," Shang Lin hurriedly interrupted Fan Mingyu. "Aren't you hungry?"
"Hungry." Fan Mingyu's attention was successfully diverted, especially when he started eating. Every dish was so delicious that he couldn't stop eating.
In fact, Shang Lin didn't not want Fan Mingyu to come to his house for dinner, but there were too many strange people in his house. What if he saw something he couldn't see one day and it scared him?
Although what happened this morning was already unbelievable enough for Fan Mingyu, at that time, he was possessed by evil spirits and was in a daze, so his senses weren't as direct.
If one day he accidentally sees the true form of that strange creature in the door, the consequences... are unimaginable. So after the meal, Shang Lin had She Jinxing take Fan Mingyu back to school to prevent him from mentioning coming to his house for dinner again.
However, Shang Lin seemed to have forgotten one thing: they had a rushed lunch but plenty of time for dinner. So when he took Fan Mingyu home for dinner, the kid "resurrected" again.
But Shang Lin has now thought of another way to refuse Fan Mingyu. He said in a serious tone, "Your brother Jin is not the chef at home. He has been cooking at home these days because you are a boarding student and can't get proper nutrition. Otherwise, he would be busy making money and my godfather would be cooking for me at home."
Despite Shang Lin's words, Fan Mingyu still looked at him pitifully, as if to say, "You're bullying me, you don't care about me, you're not a good sect leader."
Shang Lin felt a headache coming on and retorted, "Look at your tall stature, it's shameful to act cute."
Fan Mingyu immediately bristled, "Where did I act cute? I'm not a girl. But you're right, Brother Jin needs to make money, and besides, who wants to be tied to the stove unless they like it!"
Shang Lin especially wanted to say, "When everyone first had cell phones, they all revolved around the stove. At that time, everyone's enthusiasm was unprecedented. It's only recently, with everyone busy making money, that their enthusiasm has gradually faded."
But instead of offering a meal, he said, "How about this? Whenever your brother Jin cooks, I'll invite you over for dinner. You won't have to pay for the meal, okay?"
Fan Mingyu's eyes lit up. "That's great! But Jin-ge, don't you only cook once every six months."
She Jinxing smiled and said, "No, a month or two is fine."
She Jinxing admired Shang Lin's serious yet nonsensical manner, but he also understood the sect leader's concerns. After all, Fan Mingyu was just an ordinary human, and it was best not to frighten him, otherwise...
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