Witness the amazing magical power that the workbench can unleash.
Lu Fan's curiosity was instantly ignited, and his creative wellspring surged forth like a burst dam, flowing endlessly.
It felt as if a mischievous little claw was scratching at his heart, making him itchy and impatient to use this magical workbench to create some amazing things beyond imagination.
As he unconsciously rubbed his chin, a mental storm raged through his mind, with images of all sorts of novel gadgets flashing by like a revolving lantern.
Iron armor, iron swords, iron hammers, firearms, grenades, airplanes... the more I think about it, the more outrageous it seems.
Just as Lu Fan was immersed in his fantasy world, An Lan walked lightly to his side, raised her hand, and gently patted his shoulder.
Then, pointing to the pitch-black night sky that was completely shrouded in darkness, he spoke in a gentle voice, as soft as a spring breeze, offering a gentle reminder.
"Lu Fan, it's getting late. Let's talk about any new ideas tomorrow. Let's get some rest first, and let Brother Ling get some rest too, so he'll have the energy for tomorrow."
Lu Fan snapped out of his reverie and reluctantly turned his gaze away from the workbench.
He sighed and said helplessly, "Alright, that's all we can do. Brother Ling, you should get some rest, we're going to rest too."
So the three of them headed to their respective rooms, ready to relax their tired bodies and minds in the quiet night.
Ling Yue lay on the bamboo bed, covered with a soft and comfortable quilt, and the fatigue of the day gradually receded like the tide.
In this wilderness, to have such a sheltered, warm, and safe haven, and to have such warm and friendly companions by his side, filled him with a sense of peace and contentment.
Soon, drowsiness enveloped him like a gentle cloud. He slowly closed his eyes and soon drifted into a sweet dream, a faint smile still lingering on his lips.
Meanwhile, Lu Fan's eyes darted around like a cunning little fox, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He then deliberately put on a pitiful look.
"Teacher An, I gave my blanket to Brother Ling, and now I'm out of blankets. It's freezing cold, how am I supposed to sleep? How about... I squeeze in with you?"
Upon hearing this, An Lan immediately saw through his little scheme, as easily as seeing through an open book.
She refused without hesitation, saying, "No, don't even think about it."
But Lu Fan was not about to give up easily. He was like a willful child, determined to achieve his goal.
So he started to shamelessly beg and plead with all his might.
A moment later, he hugged his shoulders, shivering uncontrollably, and muttered, "It's so cold, I feel like I'm going to freeze into an ice cube."
A moment later, he started to wallow in self-pity, making himself sound incredibly miserable, as if he were truly in dire straits.
"Teacher An, please have pity on me, I'm really freezing! If I don't sleep well tonight, I definitely won't have the energy to work tomorrow, and I won't be able to do anything, that would be a real problem."
An Lan found his expression both amusing and exasperating.
She smiled helplessly and said patiently, "There's so much straw in the yard, and now we have this magical workbench. We can make a new quilt in just a few minutes. Stop pretending to be pitiful and hurry up and make one for yourself."
Lu Fan, however, acted like a spoiled child, pretending not to understand An Lan's words and continuing to act shamelessly.
He grabbed An Lan's arm and shook it gently, muttering, "Teacher An, please promise me. I really don't want to be a straw quilt. I've never had parents to take care of me since I was little, and I've always been all alone. I finally have you, can't you at least feel sorry for me..."
When An Lan heard Lu Fan say such things, she was both angry and amused. She quickly pinched his mouth to prevent him from saying anything even more outrageous.
She looked at Lu Fan, completely helpless against him.
In the end, An Lan softened, sighed helplessly, and agreed to Lu Fan's request.
However, she immediately put on a stern face and warned Lu Fan seriously: "I'm warning you, you're not allowed to lay a hand on me, or I'll kick you out and make you sleep on the floor."
Upon hearing this, Lu Fan's face immediately lit up with a smile, the gloom on his face vanishing instantly. He nodded eagerly in agreement, looking like a child who had received his favorite candy, extremely excited.
He quickly put on a big smile and invited An Lan to sleep inside, saying respectfully, "Teacher An, please go first. It'll be warmer for you inside."
Then, he carefully climbed onto the bed, moving so gently as if afraid of disturbing An Lan.
The large bearskin blanket was like a warm embrace, wrapping the two of them up tightly.
It was as if it had created a sweet little world just for the two of them, completely isolated from the cold and noise of the outside world.
When they first lay down on the bed, they were both a little embarrassed. They turned their backs to each other, and the atmosphere in the room was slightly awkward. It was so quiet that only their soft breathing could be heard.
To break the awkward atmosphere, Lu Fan began to vividly recount his afternoon with Ling Yue to An Lan.
He began to recount his experiences that afternoon with great enthusiasm.
When An Lan heard that Ling Yue was already married and had children, she couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly, her eyes filled with surprise, and she said softly, "I really didn't expect that Brother Ling looks so young and already has children."
The two chatted back and forth, and the atmosphere gradually became relaxed and pleasant, and the awkward feeling slowly dissipated.
As they chatted, Lu Fan suddenly changed the subject: "Teacher An, do you think I look more handsome after shaving, or Brother Ling Yue?"
Upon hearing this, An Lan immediately sensed the strong sourness in Lu Fan's words, as if she had smelled an overturned jar of vinegar.
She couldn't help but burst out laughing, her clear and melodious laughter echoing in the room like silver bells.
She deliberately didn't answer, wanting to tease Lu Fan and see how anxious he would get.
Lu Fan wasn't about to give up so easily. Seeing that An Lan didn't speak, he immediately turned over, gently shook An Lan's shoulder, and said urgently, "Teacher An, please say something. I know you're not asleep."
Seeing Lu Fan's eagerness, An Lan found it extremely amusing and teased him with a smile, "It's definitely because Brother Ling Yue is so handsome. Look at him, so masculine and strong, exuding the charm of a mature man. And look at you, you're like a spoiled little boy, not steady at all."
Upon hearing this, Lu Fan almost jumped out of bed.
He can accept any other kind of teasing, but this little boy/girl thing is just too insulting.
Please, I'm super strong, okay?
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