His words were very soft, with a hint of caution that was imperceptible.

"Of course we like to come." Yuan Bao looked at the food on the table and was so greedy that he almost drooled.

He turned around and grabbed Xia Qianqian's sleeve, begging: "From now on, let's come here at noon and have a meal with Brother Mo, okay?"

Before Xia Qianqian opened her mouth, Yuan Bao asked impatiently: "Brother Mo, are you bored when you eat alone?"

"Yes!" He looked at her with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

This person is a bit transgender.

"Is there anything you can ask me for?" she asked in a low voice.

"I never ask for help," he said frankly.

"Does that young man have a cure?" Xia Qianqian raised her eyebrows.

"Mr. Liu is doing his best to recuperate his body."

"Then you don't need me anymore."

"You said that when you are needed, just give her enough money." He squinted at her, feeling slightly annoyed, "If you don't like it, you don't have to come."

"Come, come, of course I like to come."

If you don't take advantage, don't take advantage of it. What's more, he also took advantage of her.

Putting aside her grudge, Xia Qianqian picked up the chopsticks and looked at the food on the table.

Boiled meat slices, stir-fried shrimps, cold beef, white-cut chicken, and a pot of corn beef soup.

It looks delicious.

She first gave Yuan Bao a chicken leg and put it in the bowl. After he had just given her a piece of beef, she also gave him a chicken leg and told him, "You should eat it quickly too."

The corners of Ji Zimo's lips raised slightly, revealing a smile.

The three of them enjoyed themselves happily and finished the meal without any formality.

After dinner, Yuan Bao carried his schoolbag and hurried back, "Brother Mo, Sister A, my classmates all like my Sun Wukong puppet. I promised to go back early and let them play with it."

"Go." Xia Qianqian waved her hand.

Yuanbao ran away happily with his schoolbag on his back.

In the hall, Xia Qianqian and Ji Zimo looked at each other, and the atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.

She took the initiative and said, "How about I take your pulse?"

"Hmm!"

He sat down at the table again and put his hands on the table.

Xia Qianqian sat next to him, put her hand on his pulse, and made some diagnosis and treatment. "Compared to the past few days, your pulse is much calmer. The effect of Ningshenxiang is very good, but it should not be used too much. Please stop for a while."

"Okay!"

"Ask Mr. Liu to prescribe some nourishing medicine for you." She warned again: "He knows your body better than I do, so you can take good care of it."

"Then what happened to the radiation my body received?" He suddenly asked.

Xia Qianqian was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "As long as the radiation is not around and you use the Ningshen Incense to solidify your mind, the human body will naturally recover gradually. You don't have to worry too much."

"Actually, what I'm worried about is not my body, but..."

He suddenly changed the topic and said to himself: "The Fanshan bandit Feng Wei jumped into the river to escape, and his life and death are still unknown."

"Qiao Zhan led people to break into the entrance of Fanshan, but there were many traps inside, making it impossible to enter. The officers and soldiers were in a stalemate on the other side of the river for eight days. The longer the time, the greater the hidden danger."

As he spoke, he held his forehead with his fingers, and his whole person fell into a dull atmosphere.

This person is really strange.

She is just a little farm girl, but he always likes to tell her some government affairs matters.

"Is this the only entrance to Fanshan?"

"Of course it's one."

"There is no way." Xia Qianqian spread her hands helplessly and said with a smile: "Unless those soldiers can soar into the clouds and mist like Sun Wukong and fly over, or..."

She tilted her head, held her chin in her hands, and fell into her own reverie, "Everyone grows a pair of wings and flies over."

"My father once said that if a person stands on a high place and ties something similar to a bird's wing to his body, he can fly a long distance with the help of the wind."

"Have you seen it?" he asked thoughtfully.

"I saw it in my dream." In that dream, there were not only hang gliders, but also airplanes and rockets... there were so many things that it was impossible to communicate with these ancient people one by one.

Xia Qianqian stood up and said, "It's time for me to go back."

He still had some unfinished thoughts, so he stood up and followed her, "Can you draw the wings in your dream?"

Xia Qianqian was stunned and couldn't help but smile, "You seem to trust me? Are you really going to put it into practice?"

"Everything in the world is full of all kinds of strange and ghostly things. If you don't try it, how can you know whether it is true or false?"

He is a dedicated young man who is willing to work hard.

"Okay!" Xia Qianqian agreed: "I will think about it when I go back tonight and give you the drawings tomorrow."

She also wanted to break Fan Shan, and give her an accurate confirmation of whether the original owner’s father was there, dead or alive.

This saves Li Yunniang from worrying all day long, which makes her sad for spring and autumn.

Xia Qianqian said goodbye and left, and when she returned to Guizi class, she met Wang Yueyue head-on.

The day before yesterday, she asked him about coming to the academy. Unexpectedly, she actually came today.

Wang Yueyue turned around and saw her, running over in small steps with a happy face, "Qianqian, I have also come to register at the academy."

"Do your parents agree that you come to study?"

"Yeah!"

She nodded repeatedly, then lowered her head, holding the corner of her clothes with one hand, and said shyly: "My mother heard that there are many young men from good families in the college, and she thought that if I let me see the world, I might fall into someone's eyes one day."

Wang's wishful thinking is rattling.

"Your mother is right."

Perhaps it was a rare opportunity to enroll in school this time. Wang Yueyue was very excited, "When I went to register, I happened to meet the dean. Unexpectedly, he still remembered me."

During the battle ten days ago, Wang Yueyue helped take care of the patients in the school and dealt with Mr. Liu.

"Then you went to see Mr. Yu?

"I've seen it!" Wang Yueyue's eyes were shining, "I can come with you tomorrow."

"Okay!"

While the two were talking, Wang Feng stood at the end of the corridor, looking coldly at this end.

When Wang Yueyue noticed it, she lowered her voice and said: "Qianqian, my father's temper has always been like this. He is also cold to me. Don't mind. I'm leaving first."

She turned around and hurried over.

He ran up to Wang Feng, called out in a low voice, followed him politely, and went out.

The afternoon classes are boring.

Xia Qianqian originally planned to continue writing the next chapter of "The Legend of the New White Snake", but then she remembered Cuttlefish's advice to her at noon.

So, she began to recall the structure of the hang glider in her mind, sketched on the paper with a brush, and made corrections all afternoon.

When school was over, she received the ingot and walked to the gate, where she accidentally met Mr. Liu.

He stood far away and waved at her.

I don’t know what’s going on with this old man.

"Yuanbao, wait a minute, I'll go take a look."

She took a few steps forward and greeted her, "Dean, what do you have to say?"

"You girl, don't try to hurt me."

Mr. Liu avoided the eyes of the people around him and said in a low voice: "It's time to remove the stitches from Mr. Cao's wound. Without you, I really don't dare to do it."

"Removing the stitches is very simple. You just cut the thread ends and pull them out on one side."

"No! You better do it."

"But I still have class tomorrow."

"I'm asking for leave for you."
Chapter completed!