The rather easygoing Sect Master still read a bit of Ah Chou's female-oriented novel. He felt that Ah Chou's writing was a bit unrestrained, but the novel was very popular. He didn't even know why it was popular.
However, Shang Lin felt that this was his own problem. After all, he was a real old-fashioned person, and there was a huge gap between his ideas and those of young people, which also spanned the male and female genres.
So in the end, Shang Lin only said, "You wrote very well. Keep up the good work. I won't summon you to draw talismans again unless absolutely necessary."
Ah Chou paused. When the sect leader guessed his little scheme just now, he didn't seem angry at all. What's going on now? He's not even summoning him to draw talismans anymore?
Wait a minute, why summon yourself to draw talismans? Wouldn't it be easier and more convenient for them to draw talismans inside the Dragon Spirit Tower? They could also draw more talismans.
Seeing that Ah Chou hadn't reacted at all after he finished speaking, and was just looking at him with a puzzled expression, Shang Lin couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"Ah, it's nothing." Ah Chou immediately came to his senses. "Then I'll go back to the tower first."
Perhaps I'm overthinking it. After all, the sect leader is very busy every day, especially after school starts. Where will he find the time to draw talismans? He doesn't even have enough time to sleep.
But the sect leader is really working hard. He's already so outstanding, yet he still works so hard. If they, the servants, don't work hard, they'll seem particularly useless.
The short five-day holiday quickly came to an end, and Shang Lin got up early to go to school again. The May sun shone through the clear glass window and onto the desks of Class 1, Grade 1, with a lazy warmth.
Shang Lin still likes this kind of weather. He doesn't like it when it's too cold or too hot. Of course, if his cultivation level is high enough that he is completely unaffected by the natural environment, then that's another story.
However, after a five-day holiday, the students were all relaxed, completely unlike the tension they felt during class every day. Shang Lin's deskmate, Lin Xiaoxiao, even chatted with him, "How did you spend your holiday?"
Shang Lin paused in tidying up the books, wanting to say, "The first two days were a bit thrilling, and the last three days were spent rushing to finish assignments and supplies. In short, I haven't had a moment's rest."
Of course, reading Ah Chou's novel for a while was the most relaxing part of my time.
But Shang Lin wouldn't tell anyone any of this, let alone an ordinary human girl. So he smiled and replied, "Is that even a question? Once you're immersed in a mountain of books and a sea of problems, you can't get out."
Lin Xiaoxiao was taken aback, then laughed and said, "Shang Lin, you're really funny. How did you come up with the idea of 'mountains of books and seas of questions'? It's a pity you don't study humanities. No, it's a pity you don't study science, since you're so good at it."
Shang Lin wanted to say, "It's not a pity to learn anything. As long as I have time, I'm willing to learn anything." But then the class bell rang, and he immediately fell silent.
The first class today was physics. The teacher didn't start a new lesson, but instead went over the midterm exam paper. Shang Lin rested his chin on his hand, his gaze seemingly fixed on the open physics exam paper, but his spiritual awareness…
But it spread out quietly like an invisible spider web, and spread as wide as possible. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that there was an indescribable turbidity in the air.
This is not yin energy or evil energy, but rather an outward expression of emotions, or turbid energy, formed by a mixture of countless negative emotions such as anxiety, jealousy, and greed. It only manifests because the other party has some spiritual power.
only……
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