Yu Qirong didn't know much about the clothing in this world, but when he saw people wearing suits on the street, he had some ideas.
He gave the store a brief description and asked the store to make him another suit based on the style of his original clothes.
The shop owner nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood, "It will take about three days for me to complete the project. Take your time..."
Yu Qirong frowned. He didn't expect that there was a time limit for making clothes. He didn't have to wait long in the outer city...
When Young Master Rong frowned, the shopkeeper began to sweat profusely.
Ah Fei's face turned cold when he saw this, "Can it be shorter?"
The shopkeeper's eyes wandered around, and he twisted his thumb, index finger and middle finger together, "...We need to pay an expedited fee."
Yu Qirong suddenly realized and wanted to take out the money given by Sun Ma from her pocket, but was stopped by A Fei.
"How much does it cost and how long will it take to get it after expedited processing?" A Fei asked.
The store owner had originally planned to see how much money Rong Qi had, and then increase the price appropriately, but now he had no other choice. He just gestured with his hands and said dryly, "I want this amount when I make it. If you want it urgently, I'll double it. You can get it the day after tomorrow."
It will be too late the day after tomorrow, and I certainly can’t do it today.
Ah Fei turned to look at Yu Qirong beside him, his eyes passing over the back of his neck, "Hurry up, and buy another piece of clothing that will fit my young master."
Yu Qirong felt pain in his heart when he heard this. Although he didn't know what the price level was like in this world, the money given by Sun Ma was just a thin stack when he held it in his hand and it didn't feel like a lot.
As long as you don't move much, the fabric won't rub against your neck, so it's actually not necessary.
The main thing is, what if you don’t have the money to pay? Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
Yu Qirong pulled A Fei's clothes from behind and tugged at them slightly, using body language to express his financial difficulties to him.
Ah Fei seemed to have not noticed anything. Instead, he turned to look at him, pointed at the clothes that the store owner had taken out and that would fit him, and asked him, "Master, which one do you like?"
The shopkeeper and A Fei both looked at Yu Qirong, so Yu Qirong had no choice but to bite the bullet and touch each one, then randomly pointed to the one that looked the cheapest, "This one."
Ah Fei followed him and touched each one, pointing to another one, "It seems that the material of that one is better. Do you like the style of this one, Master?"
Love the price of this one.
Yu Qirong looked in the direction where A Fei's finger pointed and her eyelids twitched violently. Even if she didn't understand much, she could tell that the prices of these two items were definitely not in the same range.
"Then take both of them." said A Fei.
Yu Qirong suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Ah Fei asked: "How much is the total? Can you please calculate it for me?"
Ready-made clothing shops are considered expensive places in the small town of Yuling. Generally, families that are not very wealthy would buy the cloth and make the clothes themselves at home, which adds a large amount of income to the tailor shop.
The shopkeeper smiled with his eyes narrowed, took out an abacus, counted it up and down, and gave a number.
Yu Qirong's face was full of worry. He had those banknotes in his pocket, but he didn't know if they were enough to pay. While he was still hesitating, A Fei had already taken out some banknotes from his pocket and handed them to the shopkeeper.
"The Rong family is... having a happy event, so they are being more generous?" The shopkeeper became more talkative as he was happy.
Unexpectedly, as soon as this sentence was uttered, Ah Fei's face turned cold and he just said "hmm" coldly.
The shopkeeper shrank his neck and stopped talking.
A Fei picked up the two pieces of clothing with his hands and asked Yu Qirong to choose one, and then he would make him change the annoying clothes on the spot.
Yu Qirong chose the one with comfortable fabric without hesitation, and then began to speculate about the relationship between A Fei and the original owner.
Generally speaking, in this kind of master-servant relationship, the master should pay, so was the money for A Fei also given by Rong Qi?
When he first came, he looked everywhere, but he didn't find any money on his body, not even under his pillow. Rong Qi didn't have any money left.
Yu Qirong didn't intend to hold it back, and asked directly: "Where did you get the money?"
There was a place in the tailor shop for trying on clothes, which was blocked by a dark blue cloth. Ah Fei stood in front of the place, ready to receive the clothes that Yu Qirong handed over to him at any time.
He stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on the dark blue fabric that rose and fell with Yu Qirong's movements, and opened his mouth, "The young master gave it to me. Has the young master forgotten? The young master said that I should be responsible for the daily expenses of food, lodging and transportation."
Yu Qirong said "Oh" and passed the changed clothes through the gap between the cloths, "How much more do you have? You can also take the ones that Sun Ma gave you today."
A piece of pure white arm stretched out, appearing a cool white against the dark-colored fabric.
Ah Fei reached out and took it, "Don't worry, Master. There is still enough."
Yu Qirong was quite worried, as he still had to stay in this place for fourteen days. If he could meet Xie Yi, he would feel more relaxed, but if not, it would probably be a torture for him.
In the copy materials provided by the players, the one who slept for fourteen days, I don’t know what role he was assigned to, but he actually managed to stay there.
Yu Qirong missed the S-level copy more and more. It was shorter and the torture was shorter. It was a little more dangerous than here, but for him, that little danger and the length of time here were not worth mentioning at all.
Changing into clothes was not a difficult task for Yu Qirong, provided that he knew how to wear the clothes.
When he took it off, he simply untied the ropes that tied him up. But when he put it on, it was as if he suddenly lost his memory and couldn't remember which part was where.
A Fei outside did not urge him, but waited quietly.
After trying for a long time, Yu Qirong gave up, pulled the dark cloth with his fingers, and came out with only his face exposed. He looked at A Fei standing outside and whispered stiffly, "Come in and help me."
Ah Fei paused, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he restrained the expression in his eyes, reached out to lift a piece of cloth and walked in.
The lighting in this fitting room was dim, and A Fei's eyes were also dim. His fingers moved to every place where they should fall, without doing anything unnecessary, except staying a little longer.
His fingers touched the red mark on Yu Qirong's neck, causing a slight pain, and Yu Qirong subconsciously let out a "hiss" sound.
Ah Fei removed his fingers, lowered his eyes and said, "Master, your body is delicate, you shouldn't wear such coarse fabrics."
Yu Qirong thought to herself that this was not what I wanted to wear.
But an NPC in a dungeon may not even know that he is an NPC, so there is no point in saying this to him.
A Fei was not slow and quickly changed Yu Qirong's clothes. Yu Qirong looked at him with his brows lowered and eyes closed, and felt that he must get him out of this copy if there was a chance, and then drive out Xie Yi, who obviously had bad intentions.
The shop owner waited outside for a long time with his hands clasped, and when he saw two people coming out of the fitting room together, he didn't think much about it.
The young master of the Rong family, even if he is an illegitimate child and is not to be seen by others, is still precious. Even if the people in the family look down on him, it is not their turn to whisper and gossip about him behind his back.
Not to mention those red eyes...
The shop owner couldn't help but look over there, but then lowered his head in fear, his face pale, fearing that he would be in trouble as the rumors said.
When Yu Qirong walked over, he saw the shopkeeper shrinking like this, not daring to look him in the eye. "The day after tomorrow evening, when the clothes are ready, I will send someone from our shop to deliver them to you."
The day after tomorrow is the day to meet the Leng family, so there is still time.
Yu Qirong nodded, indicating that he understood, and walked out of the door.
It was still early outside, and after changing into a breathable and comfortable fabric, Yu Qirong actually felt more inclined to walk around.
A Fei said nothing and followed him closely.
Although the town of Yuling is remote, the grass and trees are lush and green. If you walk on the tree-lined path, you will not only not feel the heat, but also feel a cool breeze blowing through your body.
The people on the street were still walking in a hurry, just like before he entered the tailor shop, as if they were deliberately avoiding him and running away when they saw him.
Yu Qirong didn't care much about these people's behavior and just walked aimlessly. He knew that A Fei was familiar with the roads here and could take him out no matter what.
When he reached a certain place, his movements suddenly stopped.
There is a calligraphy and painting shop on the street. The owner set up a stall outside and used a thick curtain to make a small parasol. He writes and draws outside.
Perhaps he was too focused on calligraphy and painting, and didn't notice Yu Qirong coming. When Yu Qirong walked over, he didn't notice him either, as if he was completely immersed in the world of calligraphy and painting.
Yu Qirong moved closer, silently poked his head behind him, and saw a perfect piece of calligraphy.
He couldn't quite understand the words written on it, only a few words that looked like simplified characters were understandable to him. After these few words, Yu Qirong almost understood what the man had written.
It was the article "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" that he had read at Lanxi High School.
The man had just finished writing the last stroke and was coming out of his own world when he felt Yu Qirong behind him. He turned around and saw him, and took several steps back in surprise, almost bumping into Yu Qirong behind him.
A Fei was quick to pull Yu Qirong from behind him to behind himself.
Yu Qirong probably knew why he was so surprised, it was probably because of those red eyes.
That person was not like the owner of the tailor shop who hid when he saw him. Instead, when he came to his senses, he apologized first, "Sir, I'm sorry, did I bump into you?"
As he spoke, he reached out and took off the wide-brimmed gentleman's hat on his head, placed it on his chest, and bowed to Yu Qirong gracefully.
"...No." Yu Qirong had never seen this way of apology, so he looked at it with interest for a few more times, and then moved his gaze to the words he wrote next to it.
To him, this love letter is obviously more attractive.
"Can I touch it?" Yu Qirong asked.
The man smiled, noticing the cold gaze coming from behind Yu Qirong, but seemed to feel nothing, and said with a smile: "Of course."
Yu Qirong then reached out to touch the area on the paper where no words were written. The paper looked snow-white, but felt soft and comfortable to the touch. It seemed to be the Xuan paper that the teacher had mentioned in class.
The black liquid and wooden pen placed next to it are ink and brush.
A love letter writing tool that I have never seen before.
Yu Qirong's palms itched just by looking at it.
"There is a beauty whom I will never forget after seeing her. If I don't see her for a day, I will miss her like crazy. This is a song Sima Xiangru wrote for Zhuo Wenjun, and I appreciate it very much. Is this gentleman also interested in this article?" The man smiled and talked to Yu Qirong despite A Fei's murderous eyes.
It was after reading this story that Yu Qirong realized that when pursuing someone, one must write love letters. This is the first step in a relationship and cannot be skipped.
Without taking his eyes off the paper, he echoed, "Yeah."
A Fei said coldly: "If you like it, you can buy some and take it back... Anyway, we will discuss marriage with the Leng family in a few days, maybe it will be useful."
There was something wrong with the words, with a sour taste, but Yu Qirong could not hear it at all. Instead, he was thinking seriously about it.
He should also take everyone out of this copy, so that the copy will collapse and achieve the goal of Shenxing Guild.
But in this case, it would be fine if the person from the Leng family who wants to marry him is a player, but if she is also an NPC, then wouldn't it be involved in an inexplicable love affair?
Yu Qirong frowned worriedly, secretly considering whether or not to write a love letter to his fiancée.
After hearing this, the owner of the calligraphy and painting shop looked at Yu Qirong with some pity, sighed and asked: "This gentleman is going to discuss marriage in a few days? It's a bit of a pity."
"What a pity?" Yu Qirong asked.
"It's a pity that I fell in love with you at first sight, but I'm going to break up before it even started." The man sighed and confessed his feelings in front of A Fei's almost materialized hatred.
Yu Qirong was a little more surprised. He turned to look at the stall owner. He had never seen such a straightforward person before. His words were even more sincere than Xie Yu's.
"Although there is no chance anymore, I don't know if I can still know your name, but it would be good to be friends." The stall owner lowered his eyebrows and revealed a pitiful expression.
Yu Qirong calmed down and remembered that he still had an identity in this copy, so he nodded, "Rong Qi."
"Rong Qi," the man repeated the name in his mouth before introducing himself: "My name is Song Ruyi, I just came back from studying abroad, and I don't know much about Yuling Town. I wonder if Mr. Rong has time to take me around Yuling Town."
It turned out that he had just returned. No wonder he was avoiding him like the other people in the town did.
The problem is that he is not familiar with Yuling Town either.
Yu Qirong turned his eyes for help to A Fei, who had remained silent the whole time.
Facing the gazes of the two people, Ah Fei just looked at Song Ruyi calmly, then said, "My young master doesn't go out very often. Mr. Song might as well spend some money and find a commoner to lead the way."
This is a polite refusal.
But Song Ruyi was unwilling to give in, and continued with a smile: "Mr. Rong is the first friend I made since I came to Yuling Town. Since you don't go out much, why don't you follow me and go shopping together... I heard that there will be a market in Yuling Town the day after tomorrow. I haven't been there much. I wonder if I would have the honor to go with you..."
"Sure." Yu Qirong was going to get information at the market anyway, so this wouldn't delay things. He pointed at the rice paper on the table and said, "Here, can I buy some?"
"Of course." Song Ruyi nodded and raised his eyebrows, "You can also give it to Mr. Rong."
Ah Fei frowned, his eyes were cold and ruthless, like a sharp blade. He put a few bills on the table, "Even brothers have to settle accounts. This is Chengxintang paper, although it is expensive, but this money is enough to buy a few."
Song Ruyi smiled and shrugged without refusing.
Yu Qirong watched A Fei take a few pieces of rice paper from the table, his eyes never leaving those thin pieces of paper.
Props cannot be used in this world, and even the system space is sealed. He cannot keep it himself, so he has to keep an eye on it all the time. This kind of thing is definitely the best for writing love letters.
Song Ruyi and Yu Qirong agreed to meet the day after tomorrow. Song Ruyi watched the two people leave. The one behind him held the rice paper in his arms and followed the one in front step by step, looking very loyal.
Yu Qirong walked around for a long time and felt a little tired, so he asked A Fei to lead the way and take him back to rest.
A Fei walked in front of him, and when they reached a place without shade from the trees, his shadow could still help block some of the light for Yu Qirong. Yu Qirong curled his lips, thinking that this copy was unfair, their identities had been changed, so why couldn't they let him grow taller.
"Master, what do you want to do with this rice paper?" A Fei in front of him said calmly, as if he just wanted to ask a few questions suddenly.
Yu Qirong naturally wanted to take it to the main god space, write it as a love letter, carry it with him, and think about who to give it to, but he couldn't say it directly, so he could only be vague, "Of course it will be of use to me."
Tang Xingfei had met him before and still remembered him, but he was suspected of having received love letters from more than one person. It was still a question whether he could still accept the letters.
Although the others were not as to his liking as Tang Xingfei, he still had options. He could take his time and there was no need to rush.
Yu Qirong's gaze fell on A Fei's back, then moved down to the area above his legs and below his waist, staring at him thoughtfully for a while.
Is Su Tang also so high? I don't remember, I don't think I've ever looked there on purpose.
A Fei, who was walking in front, seemed to notice his gaze and turned to look at him. Yu Qirong looked away and instead looked at him with a questioning look.
"We're here." said A Fei.
Yu Qirong looked up and saw that it was indeed his dirty and dilapidated little hut. He sighed, stepped over the threshold into the yard, and then walked into the room.
Ah Fei followed in, pushed away the clutter on the table, and placed the rice paper on it. Perhaps sensing Yu Qirong's low mood, he said, "Master, don't worry. When you get to the Leng family in a few days, your situation will be much better than it is now."
"..." Yu Qirong sat listlessly on the bed. The bed was hard, a bit like the one in his dormitory, but he had just gotten used to the soft bed in the villa in the main god space in the past few days. Now he had to adapt to it all over again, and he was somewhat unable to adapt.
Seeing that he was still in a bad mood, A Fei could do nothing but stand beside him and accompany him quietly.
Not long after, he seemed to realize something, raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "How do you know that the Leng family's situation is better than here?"
"..." Ah Fei's eyebrows moved slightly, revealing a little bit of barely perceptible stiffness, then he lowered his eyes and opened his mouth, explaining in a cold voice: "I guessed. The Leng family is richer than the Rong family, so they shouldn't treat the young master badly."
Yu Qirong thought of something else.
Xu Zhai, the son of the Moon Goddess in Huangsha Village, although he didn't know that he was a dungeon NPC like himself, he knew the passage and cycle of time, which was better than Xia Sheng in his dungeon.
I don’t know if it’s due to the level of the copy. Although this copy is C-level, maybe someone knows that things happen in cycles?
But thinking that this would happen in a cycle, Yu Qirong felt a little weird. Does this mean that there is someone like him, a young master of the Rong family, who also has someone who looks like Su Tang serving him?
He rubbed his brows and felt a little strange.
It's not worth being uncomfortable about something like this.
So he lay down, and A Fei considerately fanned him.
After a while, Yu Qirong turned over and looked at A Fei, "Have you ever treated anyone else like this besides me?"
"..." Ah Fei's wrist was suddenly grabbed by him, and his dark eyes froze, falling into Yu Qirong's wine-red eyes, and found himself in the reflection in his eyes, "No, I only serve the young master like this."
"..." Although he knew that A Fei might not have looping memories, Yu Qirong felt inexplicably relieved when he heard him say that.
He released his grip on A Fei's wrist and slowly lay down again.
After noon, Yu Qirong woke up and ate the lunch that A Fei brought. The sleepiness she should have felt disappeared because she had just slept, and she couldn't help wanting to have some fun.
He fixed his eyes on the rice paper next to him.
A Fei moved out an unused wooden table, wiped it with a dry and wet rag, then spread out a piece of rice paper, flattened it on the flat wooden table, and pressed it down with a paperweight.
He found the brush and ink block, wiped his hands clean, poured some clean water on the inkstone, and slowly ground the ink block on the inkstone.
The water in the inkstone was gradually stained black. Yu Qirong sat beside it and watched with his chin in his hand. He had never expected that using ink and a brush would be so troublesome.
Ah Fei's ink-grinding skills were good. He ground the ink silently and smoothly, but the ink had a delicate luster. After a while, he paused and signaled Yu Qirong, "Master, it's done."
Yu Qirong picked up the brush next to him and tried to remember how Song Ruyi held the brush. After a long while, he still couldn't figure out how he held it.
Seeing his embarrassment, A Fei wiped his hands with a cloth, and slowly adjusted Yu Qirong's pen-holding posture, placing each finger where they should be.
Yu Qirong didn't feel embarrassed, she just concentrated on learning, following A Fei's movements. However, when A Fei's rough fingers scratched her smooth palms, she felt a bit of an itch that she could still bear.
He subconsciously clenched his fingers, but caught A Fei's fingers in them, as if trying to keep his fingers and not let him out.
Ah Fei took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, I can't continue to adjust your posture like this."
"Ah." Yu Qirong let go of his hand. He felt that he had delayed A Fei's serious teaching and was a little ashamed.
"That's about it." Ah Fei ran his fingertips across Yu Qirong's knuckles, then took them back without any hesitation, clenched his hands and continued, "Young Master, you can start writing next."
Yu Qirong lowered his eyes and looked at the snow-white rice paper. He dipped the tip of his pen into the ink in the inkstone and thought carefully about what he was going to write. He thought of the article "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" that Song Ruyi had just written, so he started to write the first word.
have.
As soon as he started writing, Yu Qirong realized that the brush in his hand was not very obedient. It was probably because the way he applied force was different, so it felt strange to use.
He heard Ah Fei sigh softly, and then the back of his hand was held by a hot palm. The force was transmitted from the place where their skin touched. Yu Qirong could feel Ah Fei wrapping his hand and guiding him to write the first word on the rice paper.
A vigorous and powerful character “有”.
After the last hook was completed, A Fei quickly let go of his hand, and the heated skin on the back of his hand instantly cooled down.
Yu Qirong put the pen aside, thinking that it would be an unwise decision to write on the paper before he learned how to use the brush.
He rubbed his wrist and tilted his head to look at A Fei who was lowering his head. Even with his head down, A Fei still looked upright. Perhaps it was because of his straight back that he looked like a tall, cold pine tree.
Yu Qirong asked: "How about you just hold my hand and finish writing "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix"?"
Ah Fei raised his eyes when he heard this, and said meaningfully: "Master, who are you writing this for? I have no other intentions. If you don't mind, I can certainly hold your hand and finish writing it, but if you give it to someone else, that would not be good."
Yu Qirong probably understood what he meant, "Since you wrote this while holding my hand, I'll give it to you."
A Fei raised his head suddenly, his dark eyes were calm and steadfast with a hint of barely perceptible joy, which made his eyes brighter and less dark.
Yu Qirong rubbed his wrist, picked up the pen again, and motioned for Ah Fei to hold it. "I can't remember all the words in "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix", so you may have to guide me to write it."
A Fei stood behind him, his broad chest pressed against the back of Yu Qirong's head, as if he was holding him in his arms. His palms were wrapped around Yu Qirong's white fingers, guiding him to write down affectionate sentences on the paper.
Yu Qirong stared intently at the sentence that A Fei was guiding her to write, and before she knew it, a long time had passed.
The teacher once said that calligraphy is a very time-consuming and energy-consuming task, and Yu Qirong felt that what the teacher said was indeed true.
Once he was immersed in it, the passage of time seemed to be like wearing silent shoes, running very fast. He didn't realize that by the time he finished writing the whole article, it was already getting late.
Yu Qirong put down the brush and stood up to admire the rice paper which had not yet dried. The large characters on the paper could be described as being written with great care and were the most beautiful characters Yu Qirong had ever seen.
There was no way around it. In their high school, it was already considered good if students could write by hand, not to mention having to write beautifully.
As soon as the ink dried, before Yu Qirong had time to appreciate it again, A Fei removed the paperweight, rolled up the rice paper, and tied it up with a beautiful silk.
Yu Qirong: “…”
Ah Fei looked back and seemed to be afraid that Yu Qirong would speak again. He regretted giving him the paper, so he kept it for himself in advance.
"If I said I would give it to you, then it must be given to you." Yu Qirong couldn't help laughing.
Ah Fei still hid the rice paper behind him and walked out the door quickly.
Yu Qirong called from behind: "Where are you going?"
"Find a place to hide." A Fei replied.
In the evening, Yu Qirong looked at A Fei while eating, wondering where he put the calligraphy.
Speaking of which, he had never asked about A Fei's identity, but the people around Rong Qi seemed to know everything, and they wrote calligraphy very well, and they could even guide him to write so well.
As if he knew what he was thinking, Ah Fei took the initiative to say, "Master, you don't need to look anymore. I have hidden myself in a place that no one knows."
Yu Qirong raised his eyebrows. He didn't believe that there was any place that was more hidden than his system space. If he wanted to take Ah Fei away, Ah Fei would hide the words in the copy, and the copy would crash...
Yu Qirong held the chopsticks in his hand and was silent for a while. Then he said to A Fei with a hint, "It's better to keep this thing close to you, otherwise you will not know if it is taken away in a remote place."
"I know." A Fei looked calm but did not move.
Yu Qirong looked him up and down again, but didn't see any intention of him putting the things on his body, so she gave up.
Forget it. If he makes a fuss, I can just give him another one.
This is not the first step of a confession, this is... a master-servant relationship.
He prepared himself mentally, finished his meal, and watched A Fei clear everything on his table. Then he went out and walked around the yard for a few times, just to help digest his food.
There is a very tall and big tree in the yard. When he just came here today, the sound of cicadas and the green leaves he saw through the window all came from this tree.
After A Fei cleaned up the dishes, he saw Yu Qirong staring at the tree in a daze, and asked him what was wrong.
Yu Qirong touched the uneven bark and murmured, "Planting a tree in the yard is like the word 'trapped'. Does it mean that this is not good?"
Ah Fei: "I will chop it off tomorrow."
Yu Qirong: "...That's not necessary."
At noon, the tree can provide him with some shade, and if he doesn't pay too much attention, the cicada chirping is not too annoying.
The key point is that he just arrived and started cutting down things in other people's original residence, which is really not good.
Put yourself in his shoes. If a transfer student started vandalizing his desk as soon as he arrived, even if he was given points, he wouldn't want to take him out of the dungeon.
Don't do things that harm your own kind.
Yu Qirong touched the tree and turned around.
This tree is like the main god. It has grown tall and big now. If we want to kill the tree by cutting its branches and leaves, probably, possibly, this idea is a bit naive.
But Bai Zheng and Xie Yi both seemed to be pinning their hopes on this method. Since he had received other people's favor, it was not easy for him to say much.
The branches are like copies, stringing together each leaf that represents a player.
Yu Qirong kicked a raised tree root on the ground. He lowered his eyes and looked down, and another idea came to his mind.
If the Lord God is really a big tree, should we start from the roots?
He inexplicably thought of the strange black fog.
As he expected, the amount of black fog was indeed related to the dungeon level. So far in this dungeon, he had not even seen any black fog on a single person or in the environment.
I don’t know if it really doesn’t exist, or if it is waiting for him somewhere.
"...Find me some exercises to kill time tomorrow." Yu Qirong suddenly said, staring at the tree roots that looked all kinds of strange shapes.
There are too many things in the world that are beyond our imagination, such as some difficult questions. But we should not be too confined to a difficult question. If we always think about it, we will get stuck in a dead end and fail to find a solution.
A Fei didn't ask him why, he just said "Okay".
A Fei acted quickly. When Yu Qirong woke up the next day, she received not only breakfast, but also several online-bound question sets.
He flipped through it and found that most of them were geometry problems written in classical Chinese, which seemed a bit difficult to understand.
Yu Qirong unfolded a book, pointed at the words on it and said to A Fei: "I don't understand."
Ah Fei raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took two steps forward, and lowered his eyes to look at the words on the book: "I can translate it word by word for you, young master."
"..." Yu Qirong inexplicably had a feeling that he was being plotted against, but he could not find any evidence. He could only attribute this inexplicable sixth sense to Xie Yi, who had not yet appeared.
Xie Yi clearly said that if they were separated, they just had to wait for him there and he would come to them.
It's already the second day, and I haven't seen Xie Yi. I only heard of Song Ruyi, and I don't know if he is a dungeon NPC or a player.
Although players will be given identities in this copy, Yu Qirong still feels that it should be the same as other copies, and outsiders may be players.
Like the transfer students from high school and the astronomy enthusiasts from Huangsha Village.
With A Fei's help, Yu Qirong solved most of the questions in the book, just to kill time and practice his calligraphy while eating.
It's not as beautiful as A Fei's handwriting, but at least it's more straight, not as wild and crooked as the first time he wrote it.
Yu Qirong now thinks that Tang Xingfei ignored him after receiving that love letter, perhaps it was also partly because of his ugly handwriting. But at that time he thought his handwriting was the best in the world.
"A Fei, how come you know everything?" Yu Qirong held a brush in his hand and wrote the answers to the exercises on ordinary rice paper.
Ah Fei was silent for a moment, looking at the words on the book, "Master, you forgot. I was poor when I was young, but I studied for a few days with other people's teachers."
"...That's it." Yu Qirong nodded, but inwardly he felt that he was talking too much.
He usually didn't say much about the main storyline of the mission, but he exposed some daily trivial matters completely, such as not being able to hold a pen, not being able to dress, not being able to read... If a suspicious person, maybe they have begun to doubt his identity.
Yu Qirong glanced at A Fei secretly like a thief, but saw that he looked normal. She was somewhat relieved that he didn't suspect anything.
Today is only the second day, and we still have to stay here for more than ten days. If people become suspicious, it might make our life even more difficult.
Be careful in what you say and do.
Yu Qirong warned himself secretly in his heart.
Since Sun Ma came that day, there has been no news since then. Perhaps it is just the mistress's duty to take a look at Rong Qi. In fact, it is considered unlucky to look at Rong Qi for more than a second.
Yu Qirong was quite happy and at ease. He and A Fei solved most of the two difficult problem collections in one day.
He found that people of this era did not differentiate between exam subjects, which was different from what he learned in high school. The difficult questions were all mixed together. The previous question was about chickens and rabbits in the same cage, and the next question became a riddle in classical Chinese.
But it was really fun and we had a lot of fun.
Later, Sun's mother sent someone to inform Yu Qirong to remember to go to the market tomorrow to buy some presentable clothes.
I don’t know whether he didn’t want to come and see Rong Qi himself, or he was scared by A Fei’s bullying and didn’t want to be bullied again in a short period of time.
Yu Qirong had already bought the clothes and was waiting for the store to deliver them. The one she was wearing now was very comfortable, so there was no need for her to go to the market.
I just accepted Song Ruyi's invitation, so I had to go to the market.
Everything was fine when he agreed, but at this moment Yu Qirong became frightened again.
If I had known not to agree, I would have stayed in the room for a while. There were so many people outside and the weather was hot. If I were to hang out with a group of people, I might end up sweating again.
A Fei seemed to understand what he meant and offered to help Yu Qirong decline the invitation. Although Yu Qirong was very tempted, after thinking about it, he decided not to let A Fei go.
This market looks like it will be an important node and we must go.
Maybe something else will happen at the market.
Yu Qirong sighed, and then he touched the lines on the tree in a daze. After working on the questions for a whole day, his mind was very active now, and he could analyze everything.
He inexplicably thought of his situation in that high school copy.
The memories of Mirror Ghost and Xia Sheng that he saw at Lanxi High School all seemed very real, but when he recalled them now, there were still some things that confused him.
Every time he sees things happening in the body of the Mirror Ghost, what about himself?
He has been a student of Lanxi High School ever since he could remember, and the Mirror Ghost he knew was already the Mirror Ghost.
If there was something wrong with his own memory and he couldn't remember what happened before the Mirror Ghost, then why couldn't he see himself through the Mirror Ghost's eyes?
He, Yu Qirong, appeared in Lanxi High School suddenly, just like those transfer students. But the difference was that he just blended in, while other transfer students did not.
This reason till now
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