He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

She grabbed an eraser from the table and threw it at Yang Guang's forehead.

Yang Guang dodged to the side, then stood up with a chuckle.

"Alright, alright, I'm relieved to see you're alright."

"But if you have any more strange dreams like that in the future, you must tell me."

Yang Guang rarely spoke seriously, but the tone changed the next second: "After all, this is what your father does for a living."

"Exorcising ghosts and demons, interpreting dreams and communicating with spirits."

"From the affairs of Heaven to the underworld, your father is capable of anything, as long as you speak."

Yu Zixin gritted her teeth in anger: "That's enough!"

Yang Guang clicked his tongue, put his hands in his pockets, and turned to walk out of the classroom.

He took two steps and then turned back, looking at Yu Zixin with a loving father's expression.

"My dear daughter, I'll go to the cafeteria to get you some food."

"Come straight here after class."

"Daddy's treating you to a big meal today!"

Yu Zixin rolled her eyes at him, looking as angry and exasperated as a cat that had been provoked.

Yang Guang chuckled and swaggered out the back door.

As he walked out of the classroom, he didn't forget to turn back and wave to Yu Zixin.

An eraser flew out with pinpoint accuracy, struck the closing back door, and bounced back.

Yang Guang's laughter echoed from afar in the corridor.

The classroom was silent for two seconds.

A few girls huddled together, whispering something.

Wang Hao lay slumped over the table in front of him, not even lifting his head.

He is now selectively deaf to all of Yang Guang's actions.

I can't hear it.

I can't hear anything.

Yu Zixin sat in her seat, looking in the direction Yang Guang had disappeared, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

He quickly put on a stern face again.

She lowered her head and pretended to continue working on her problems.

But after poking at the paper for a long time, not a single word was written.

I waited for about half a minute.

After confirming that Yang Guang had gone far away, Yu Zixin quickly looked around.

The students were all doing their own thing, and no one was paying attention to this side.

Yu Zixin's movements suddenly became extremely rapid.

She bent down and pulled a transparent file folder tucked between her textbooks from her schoolbag under the desk.

The file folder contained several neatly cut sheets of yellow paper.

And an extremely fine calligraphy brush.

The tip of the pen was slightly reddish.

That's the color of cinnabar.

Yu Zixin glanced around again to make sure no one was watching, then pulled a yellow sheet of paper from the file bag and neatly placed it under the math workbook.

Only a small section of the edge of the yellow paper was visible.

Then she took out the fine brush and dipped the tip into the cinnabar in a small porcelain bottle about the size of a thumb in the corner of the file bag.

The pen tip landed on the yellow paper.

Yu Zixin's gaze became extremely focused at that moment.

She's a completely different person from the gentle and elegant school beauty she usually is.

Her wrist trembled slightly, but she wrote quickly.

Vermilion outlined patterns on the yellow paper.

Those patterns are not ordinary graffiti.

It was a talisman.

Although the strokes still show some signs of being awkward and not smooth enough, the overall framework of the symbol is correct.

At least.

Judging from its form, this is indeed a genuine Taoist talisman.

Yu Zixin wrote the entire piece in one go.

With the final stroke, the pen tip was lifted from the yellow paper.

She let out a soft breath.

then.

Yu Zixin put down her calligraphy brush and placed her hands under the table.

Interlace your fingers, press your thumbs together, and raise your index fingers and join them together.

Make a hand seal.

Her movements were somewhat awkward, and the coordination between her ten fingers was not yet smooth.

But you can tell she's practiced this hand gesture.

More than once.

The moment the hand seal was formed, a faint light flashed from Yu Zixin's fingertips beneath the table.

So faint as to be almost invisible.

But it does indeed exist.

Yu Zixin's eyes flickered, seemingly unsurprised by the result.

She quickly released her hand seal, pulled the drawn yellow talisman from under the exercise book, folded it into a small square, and stuffed it into the pocket of her school uniform jacket.

The whole process takes no more than two minutes.

Flowing like clouds and water.

After doing all this, Yu Zixin casually picked up her pen again and started doing math problems.

Yang Guang knew absolutely nothing about these things.

When Yang Guang strolled to the entrance of the canteen, he saw the 250-pound figure in the distance.

Chu Sheng stood in front of the food serving window, his hands behind his back, his head slightly tilted forward, staring intently into the window.

Er Lengzi squatted at his feet, his big head tilted back, his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, staring intently at the inside of the window.

A large tongue hung outside, drool dripping onto the cafeteria floor tiles.

And inside the window.

A woman in her forties, holding a large iron spoon, was also staring at the man and the dog.

Three pairs of eyes met.

No one spoke.

An extremely eerie silence filled the air.

Yang Guang paused for a moment.

What's going on?

Meanwhile, the middle-aged women in the cafeteria were having quite a bit of a mental drama.

She couldn't help but think to herself, "Is this young man perhaps interested in me?"

That makes sense.

Although I have been divorced for many years and am in my forties, that is still the prime of my life.

Although the fat man looked a few years younger than him, there's a saying: "A woman three years older than you is a lucky charm."

My beauty is still as stunning as ever.

It's only natural that he became infatuated with himself.

Seeing the strange atmosphere, Yang Guang quickened his pace and walked over.

But before they even got close, they heard Chu Sheng speak.

"Female Bodhisattva".

The woman's body visibly trembled.

Chu Sheng clasped his hands together, his face full of piety: "This humble monk would like to ask, how much is one serving of your braised pork?"

The woman didn't reply.

Her gaze slowly moved from Chu Sheng's round, chubby face to the gray monk's robe he was wearing.

Finally, he moved to the husky at his feet, which was staring at him with longing.

then.

A blush suddenly appeared on the old woman's weathered face.

She lowered her head, stirred the braised pork in the pot with a large iron ladle, and said in a slightly hesitant voice, "You...you young man, you've been staring at me for ages."

"Just say what you have to say."

"Don't just stare without saying anything, it's kind of scary."

Chu Sheng looked completely bewildered: "Huh?"

The old woman's face turned even redder. She secretly glanced at Chu Sheng, then looked at the silly dog ​​wagging its tail wildly at her feet, feeling incredibly pleased with herself.

Although the young man was a bit chubby, he looked honest and kind.

And they even keep dogs!

She loves men who own dogs!

Look at this husky, staring at me with such longing, its eyes are so intense!

It must have been influenced by its owner.

Maybe this young man has taken a liking to me?

Thinking of this, the old lady's face turned as red as the braised pork in the pot.

She barely dared to look Chu Sheng in the eye, and awkwardly tapped the rim of the basin with an iron spoon.

Chu Sheng turned his head and glanced at Er Lengzi.

Er Lengzi also turned his head to look at Chu Sheng.

The man and the dog stared at each other in bewilderment.

What's wrong with this woman?