No matter how magnificent a life is, most days are actually repeated monotonically.

After all, no one can stand on the cusp every day.

On that night, Yan Feiyang was in his dormitory and a large horse stool was stool in front of a small wooden table. In Yan Feiyang's daily life, horse stance was almost a compulsory course. Because he really didn't have much time to practice horse stance, he could only make rational use of time and directly use the stool as a decoration. Whether in the classroom or in the dormitory, Yan Feiyang would automatically stance himself, ensuring that it would be at least four hours a day.

The Yan family’s martial arts inheritance attaches great importance to the solidity of the Xia Pan.

But outside, there are only mythical legends of Thunder Hand circulating.

An Ruo's efforts to work hard is the foundation of all power.

If the foundation is not solid, how can we break out?

Yan Feiyang was holding a piece of wood in his hand, and it could be seen that it was a wood carving, and it was a semi-finished product, as if he wanted to carve it into a woman. Yan Feiyang was indeed carrying out the carving work.

However, the tools he used to carve are really too alternative.

It's actually an axe.

The thick-backed axe commonly used by rural carpenters is deadly and has a sharp edge. The only function of this axe in the hands of carpenters is to chop and split a large amount of wood.

I have never heard that this kind of axe can be used for carving, not a giant stone carving or a giant wood carving, but a small wood carving only three fingers in the thickness of a small wood carving. And more than half of this wood carving has been completed and has been initially formed, and the rest is meticulous carving.

But there were no other carving tools on the entire wooden table, only this clumsy axe.

At this moment, this carpenter axe that looked extremely rough became extremely clever in Yan Feiyang's hand. Wherever the sharp blade passed, fine wood-planted flowers fell from the wood carvings.

If there is a second person in this dormitory, you can find that Yan Feiyang is actually holding the middle position of the axe handle, not the place closest to the axe body. Holding it in this position requires extremely high strength to the arm and wrist, which is much more difficult than holding it closest to the axe body.

There are also many finished wood carvings placed against the wall of the small wooden table. Although they are not very exquisite, they are never rough. If you use a carpenter to carve such a work, you are afraid that any carving master will be stunned and sigh.

Yan Feiyang hardly does homework very much.

This is also his privilege.

He communicated with all the teachers and did not do homework, but the condition was to ensure that he could be in the top ten in the school every exam.

This is a gentleman agreement, and so far, neither side has violated it.

I'm afraid this is the only exception in the whole school.

Yan Feiyang believes that as long as he listens carefully in class and understands everything thoroughly, homework will be purely unnecessary. In addition to textbook knowledge, he has a lot of other knowledge to learn. For him, time is extremely precious and it is impossible to waste it on purely unnecessary homework.

In fact, if you weren't worried that it was too dazzling, Yan Feiyang would be the first in the school almost every exam.

Sometimes you should be more low-key.

Although the series of things that have happened recently made it impossible for him to be low-key, this is really not Yan Feiyang's original intention. He knew for a long time that he was a magician, and he belonged to the mysterious martial arts world in the eyes of outsiders, but this did not prevent him from trying to pursue a peaceful ordinary life.

His old man never taught him to be successful. He just hopes that he can follow the steps, finish high school, college, and graduate and enter society. If Yan Feiyang is willing, then he will continue his studies, finish graduate school, and finish his doctoral studies.

With Yan Feiyang's current ability, he has no difficulty in achieving success in the secular sense. No matter money, beauty, or social status, it is not a problem.

The old man warned him not to let the world blind his true heart!

Yan Feiyang planned to complete the wood carving in his hand in another week. According to the current progress, in about a year, he will be able to directly hold the outermost part of the axe handle. By then, his hand strength and wrist strength will be higher, and the explosive power of the thunderhand will be even more amazing.

However, Yan Feiyang's homework was interrupted tonight.

The phone rang without warning.

Yan Feiyang put down the axe in his hand and picked up his cell phone.

An unfamiliar number.

I thought it was Xiao Xiao who called him.

Since Yan Feiyang got his cell phone, Xiao Xiao has to talk to him every night. Sometimes he can make a call for half an hour. Yan Feiyang is not impatient, just listen with a smile, and sometimes he will say a few words.

God knows how Xiao Xiao has so much to say to him.

"Hello……"

Yan Feiyang pressed the answer button, and a delicate female voice came from the other side of the phone, a little timid.

It's Ye Xiaotong.

"Hello."

Yan Feiyang said calmly.

"Yan Feiyang, I'm Ye Xiaotong, I'm right under your restaurant. Can I visit your dormitory?"

After confirming that this was Yan Feiyang's voice, Ye Xiaotong seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'll go down."

Yan Feiyang smiled and said.

It’s not that he wants to keep people from thousands of miles away. In fact, if everything placed in this bedroom falls into Ye Xiaotong’s eyes, I wonder what the little girl will be surprised.

The books on Yi Jing, Feng Shui, numerology, astrology, and traditional Chinese medicine are enough to scare Ye Xiaotong to amazement.

Yan Feiyang doesn't want to be treated like a monster by his classmates.

"oh……"

Ye Xiaotong's voice sounded a little disappointed.

In the girl's eyes, this actually represents her true status in Yan Feiyang's mind!

You offered to visit his dormitory, but were politely declined. Can't you explain the problem?

Soon, Yan Feiyang came downstairs. Ye Xiaotong was wearing a white dress and stood under the shade of the tree opposite the restaurant. Night had already fallen, and the pedestrians at the door became scarce.

"Ye Xiaotong, how do you know my phone number?"

Yan Feiyang walked over and greeted Ye Xiaotong.

Ye Xiaotong smiled softly and said, "I asked from your classmates."

After all, at the beginning of the century, it was quite dazzling for high school students to own mobile phones. Even many teachers did not have such high-end luxury goods. It is quite difficult to keep Yan Feiyang's phone number confidential.

"Well, is there anything wrong?"

Yan Feiyang got to the point directly.

"Oh... I haven't even thanked you for helping me... I'm so embarrassed."

Ye Xiaotong hesitated and said hesitantly.

"Don't say thank you, don't be so polite."

Ye Xiaotong was silent, without saying a word, bit her lips gently, her hands tucked together, and her body twisted slightly uneasy.

"If you have anything, just tell me. Don't worry, as long as I can help, I will definitely help."

Yan Feiyang said sincerely.

From Ye Xiaotong's expression, Yan Feiyang could also see that Ye Xiaotong asked him for something.

Ye Xiaotong's tears slid down little by little.

"Don't cry..."

Even though Yan Feiyang was always calm, he was still a little helpless when encountering this situation. In the final analysis, he was just a seventeen-year-old boy. The hazy feelings between men and women are the most difficult to grasp.

Ye Xiaotong's delicate girl was crying under the tree on the roadside. He stood beside him and was in a dilemma. Anyone who saw this situation would have to believe that he had bullied the other girl.

In an instant, cold sweat oozed from Yan Feiyang's forehead.

Fortunately, Ye Xiaotong was very restrained and immediately stopped her tears, raised her hand and wiped it gently, and whispered: "I'm having a problem again. Can you help me again?"

"able."

Yan Feiyang agreed without thinking.

As long as you don't cry here!

"Then I'll waste your time and go to my house for a while. This matter is not clear in a few words."

Yan Feiyang smiled and said, "Don't be so polite, go."

At that moment, the two walked side by side towards Hongqi Road.

Hongqi Road is not far from the school, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk. When the lights are on, all kinds of neon lights are flashing desperately. A few KTV boxes have heard the sound of "ghost crying and howling".

No matter how intoxicated the singer is in KTV, the sound sounds like "ghosts crying and howling" outside, even if you sing better than the original soundtrack, it is no exception.

The sound was already severely distorted when it reached the outside.

Yan Feiyang came to Ye Xiaotong's house once. This time, he was naturally familiar with the road and naturally walked in front of Ye Xiaotong. Ye Xiaotong followed him up the stairs silently, without saying anything, as if he had known old friends for many years.

"Fifth sister-in-law, you should consider the plan we proposed more and give us a reply as soon as possible, but don't delay it for too long..."

Before he could reach the fourth floor, he heard a rough male voice saying. Then, two middle-aged men in their thirties and forties walked out of the Ye family. One of them was big-eared and still waving into the house, and the other was tall and thin, with only a face that was gloomy and did not speak.

"Oh, it's Xiaotong?"

The man with big ears soon saw Ye Xiaotong and shouted with a smile, but his eyes were only on Yan Feiyang's face, with a very obvious sense of vigilance.

"Uncle Eight..."

Ye Xiaotong screamed, as thin as a mosquito, and it can be seen that she was not interested in this "Eighth Uncle".

He didn't even say hello to the tall and thin man with a gloomy face and no words.

"Hehe, Xiaotong, who is this? Is it yours...hehe..."

Uncle Eight's smiley face was a bit incompatible with his big ears.
Chapter completed!