Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

So, during the time spent floating on the sea, the daytime layout is as follows:

The white cat sat solemnly on the deck, teaching Wu Li and Jiang Zhiyu magic. Wu Li could learn a set of spells in less than three tries, while Jiang Zhiyu failed too many times and was punished by having to grit his teeth and squat in a horse stance.

At night, the style suddenly changed—

Wu Li sat cross-legged on the bed, with Chai Xiaomi sitting cross-legged in front of him.

"Concentrate."

It's frozen.

"Gather your thoughts."

"They've gathered."

"Where's the bow?"

Chai Xiaomi spread her hands, empty-handed. She blinked innocently, then blinked again, tilted her head up, and gave him a fawning, cute smile: "Sorry, husband, I forgot to take it out, hehe."

Suddenly, the image of my old homeroom teacher's furious roar echoed in my mind: "You didn't even bring your books! What are you doing here?! Why didn't you just forget yourself at home?!"

She shrank back guiltily and quickly rummaged through her storage bag.

"Zheng—"

A phantom of an ice string flashed by, and she actually plucked a note from it.

Chai Xiaomi's eyes suddenly lit up, and she held up her bow and leaned close to him: "Hey, Lili, look!"

She flicked her finger lightly, and another clear sound rang out.

"This amazing gadget is incredible! It can be used as a pipa!"

Wu Li: "............"

Time is fair to everyone.

Everyone only has 24 hours in a day.

The difference is that intelligence and ability are not in the same category.

The sun and moon chased each other around the sea level for several rounds.

Wu Li's magic skills have improved several levels, and his speed in drawing talismans has even surpassed that of Jiang Zhiyu, who has been practicing diligently for many years.

Chai Xiaomi could see Jiang Zhiyu's dejected figure hanging on the ship's railing almost every day.

That silhouette seemed to embody five large characters: "Life is not worth living."

Without comparison, there is no harm. In fact, the protagonists in many novels are the same. They do not rely on strength that surpasses others, but on the four bright words: protagonist halo.

Therefore, without Jiang Zhiyu knowing that he was the protagonist, he could only feel a huge sense of loss.

A sense of melancholy arose in her heart, a feeling that they were both in the same boat, and she was no better off than him.

After working so hard for so many nights, I finally gave up and started playing the Ice Bow and Mystic Arrow like a single-stringed pipa. And surprisingly, the sound was quite clear and crisp.

At this moment, the sun is setting, and the sea is covered with shimmering gold.

Chai Xiaomi turned to look at Song Yueyao beside her. Her gaze remained fixed on Jiang Zhiyu, watching his dejected figure for as long as he remained so.

"Sister Yao," Chai Xiaomi asked softly, "aren't you going to comfort him?"

This kind of overwhelming defeat is unacceptable to anyone. Someone trained from childhood to adulthood, only to be inferior to a junior who just started learning.

Song Yueyao withdrew her gaze, her expression indifferent: "People only grow after experiencing setbacks time and time again. There's no need to comfort him; he just needs to learn from his experiences."

"But you're clearly worried about him."

Song Yueyao was silent for a moment.

"I was afraid that he might have a moment of despair and jump into the sea to commit suicide."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhiyu's figure seemed to sink even lower.

Chai Xiaomi glanced at him, then at Song Yueyao, and then at Wu Li, who was studying the talismans with his head down. He seemed to sense something, looked up, and met her gaze.

The setting sun cast its warm golden light on his profile.

He raised an eyebrow at her slightly, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if asking: What are you looking at?

Chai Xiaomi grinned at him and turned her head back.

What can she look at? Of course, she can look at her sweetheart.

A gentle sea breeze blew, the sails occasionally rustled, and the setting sun slowly sank, dyeing the entire sea surface a warm and inviting color.

Chai Xiaomi suddenly thought:

If only time could stop at this moment.

Let's stop on this spacious ship, on this evening when no one needs to rush anywhere.

Stop when he looks up at her.

*

"Ah~ the ocean, you are so vast! Ah~ the waves, you are so powerful!"

This was the third time that Chai Xiaomi had been woken up by that unknown poetry prodigy upstairs.

The enthusiasm of this group of literati is truly perplexing. Instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, they got up to express their feelings to the dark sea. I don't know if they drank too much or if the sea breeze messed up their brains.

"Ah~ ah, you son of a bitch!" she silently cursed in her mind, keeping up with the rhythm.

She turned over, wanting to snuggle into her familiar embrace and continue sleeping, and placed her hand to the side.

empty.

The bed felt cool.

This indicates that you have been away for a while.

She stared at the empty space and suddenly realized that the poem upstairs wasn't so bad after all; at least the poet was expressing genuine emotion as he wailed to the sea.

And her family's Lili has been acting increasingly strangely lately.

Before falling asleep, this person used to be like a clingy large dog, holding her tightly in his arms, sniffing her hair, rubbing against her neck, calling her "sister" in a hoarse voice, and asking for kisses every day. The whole process was smooth and natural.

As a result, every time she lit the fire, she became the pitiful pancake on the surface of the pot, being flipped over and tossed about by the skilled chef, Master Wu, until it was burnt on the outside and burnt on the inside.

When it comes to cooking, it usually starts with him calling out "sister" in a gentle, sweet voice.

But in the end, it usually takes her crying and begging for mercy, calling out "brother" to end the situation.

That's outrageous.

But recently—the absurd direction has changed!

The frequency of his cooking decreased dramatically, and he would stop cooking on his own without her even having to cry and beg. Until one time, after he helped her bathe and put her in bed, she didn't fall asleep immediately. She heard the faint sound of running water coming from the next room and assumed he had changed the water for his bath.

But when he came back and crawled into bed, good heavens, he was as cold as if he had just been pulled out of an ice cellar.

It was clearly a cold shower.

Of course, these are not the most unusual things.

The most unusual thing is that at this moment, he has nowhere to be found. Listening carefully, there is not a single sound of water in the cubicle, so he obviously didn't take a cold shower in there, but was not in the room at all.

Chai Xiaomi sat up with a frown, grabbed a coat and put it on, not even bothering to put on her shoes properly, and shuffled out.

She wanted to see where this guy had gone in the middle of the night instead of sleeping.

The night wind swept in from the sea, instantly raising goosebumps all over my body.

The closer we got to the bow of the ship, the colder the wind became. We heard that it snows for half the year in Youquan Town, and the temperature dropped as the ship got closer. Fortunately, the sea didn't freeze over, otherwise even docking would have been a problem.

Chai Xiaomi yawned and exhaled a puff of white breath.

She shivered involuntarily, hesitated for a second about whether to go back and put on more clothes. "Never mind," she thought, "it's too much trouble. I'll find the person first."

The voice in my head suddenly exploded:

"Host, go back and put on some more clothes right now! If you get another fever and ruin my CPU, I'll fight you to the death!"

As she walked, she replied, "Hey, Little Stripper, what do you think you can do against me?"

"I'm warning you not to go too far; I, the commander, am also truly capable."

"for example?"

"For example, according to the system's navigation analysis, the ship is expected to arrive in Youquan Town in about one day."

"this one?"

"That's called providing strategic intelligence!"

"The outdoor temperature is currently low," You Tiao suddenly changed his tone and announced clearly, "Please wear extra layers if you are going out at night, and watch your step. You will reach—well, anyway, an even colder place—in 100 meters ahead. This navigation is sponsored by Aide Maps. There are countless roads, but keeping warm is the most important. If you don't dress properly, your loved ones will shed tears."

Chai Xiaomi: "..."