Why is there no normal person in this room?

"Master Bao? Master Bao?"

"You said."

Then laugh and can't stop.

"Actually, I am not a scholar, I am..."

The three people present seemed to have reached an agreement. They stopped what they were doing and stretched their necks to stare at Zhou Xiaoxing.

From their staring eyes, Zhou Xiaoxing read the hidden meaning: If you are not a scholar, leave immediately.

Of course, this is a general summary, and their individual thoughts are ignored. For example, Ruhua thinks that it doesn't matter if he is not a scholar, as long as he is rich and good-looking; Uncle Thirteen is thinking about what to do next, and what he has not said yet;

Bao Youwei's idea is very simple. As soon as Zhou Xiaoxing leaves, he will find someone... and kick him a few times. He is a gentle man and cannot commit murder and arson.

"I am a scholar. I am not a scholar, but I am still an idiot. Could it be that I am a businessman."

Zhou Xiaoxing spread her hands and felt very sad.

Only the script behind the scholar can be acted out. Bao Longxing stepped forward, patted Zhou Xiaoxing on the shoulder, and spoke in an official tone.

"I am the favorite scholar. I think back then..."

The master next to me seemed so promising and immediately coughed a few times. Don’t expose yourself to failure, just talk about other things.

When Zhou Xiaoxing saw this, he smiled politely. They were all for those who couldn't study well, so there was no need to hide them.

"Master Bao, I'm actually very bad at reading. The Four Books and Five Classics are just the beginning, and I don't even have the Four Treasures of the Study with me..."

Zhou Xiaoxing was thinking about how to explain that he, a scholar, didn't even have a backpack, when Bao Youwei stepped forward and pushed up his glasses.

"Humility, when you come to Master Bao, don't tell me that you haven't read the Four Books and Five Classics, even if you can't read Chinese characters, you still..."

Can you also be an official?

"Ahem, you also need to work hard on your own. We, Mr. Bao, are selfless, upright as officials, have a breeze on our sleeves, and are not good at women..."

Bao Longxing couldn't listen anymore and sat down to continue drinking tea. Apart from the fact that he was required to go to court to hear the case, he basically ignored other matters.

"What I mean is that you can stay and prepare for the exam without worrying about other things."

OK.

After all, he has nine years of compulsory education, three years of high school, and four years of university education. The exam here should not be difficult.

"Thank you."

"Zhou Xiaoxing, the exam is the day after tomorrow. You should prepare well. Ruhua, take the guests to the guest room."

As Ruhua rubbed her hands, she thought about Zhou Xiaoxing and walked away. She did it thoughtfully, and it was not in vain that she winked at him several times before.

"Sister Ruhua, let go, it's not good."

Before he had even taken two steps, Ruhua was wrapped around Zhou Xiaoxing. His body was twisting and turning, making him unable to walk steadily.

"Don't worry, I'm promising. You don't have to worry about your exams in the future."

He is not worried about this. He is not really interested in seeking an official position. It doesn't matter if he fails to pass the exam. In fact, he has already planned to get a blank exam.

"Sister Ruhua, this is the room, right? Thank you. It's getting late. You should go to bed early."

When Zhou Xiaoxing opened the door of Ruhua's room and planned to go in and sit down for a cup of tea, Zhou Xiaoxing was mercilessly pushed out with a look of tiredness on her face.

"Well, then I'll put the bath water in for you and call you later."

"Thank you."

Hearing the lack of footsteps behind the door, Zhou Xiaoxing exited the table from behind and observed the layout of the room.

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Simple and clear, there is nothing to study. Bao Mansion is not a rich family, nor is it a poor family. It is ordinary and can be lived in.

Zhou Xiaoxing picked up the tea cup and poured a cup of tea. Before he could take a sip, something hit his back and it hurt very much.

One touch, phone.

Now it's time to call Uncle San. Press a few numbers skillfully and put the phone to your ear.

"Third uncle, yes, I have arrived, it should be a certain town in Guangdong... How good am I? I have good food and good housing, but I don't know. When will I return, I don't know...

."

"I don't even know. I have time in the medicine shop... Gui Wangda, you don't know, the movie you watched before, White Bread and Blue Sky, I am now in Bao Longxing's house,

Really, I’ll take a picture and show it to you.”

When Zhou Xiaoxing put down the phone, she immediately regretted it. The camera function could not be used and could not be turned on no matter what.

There was an urgent urging voice on the other end of the phone.

"There's something wrong with the phone. I'll wait until later. I know. I'll ask if there's a doctor who can treat leg injuries when I have time."

When he pressed the hang-up button, Da Jun's voice came from the phone: "Zhou Sheng, take a look at your right hand. Is there any change in the wound?"

I raised my right hand and examined it under the weak light. The wound was gone, as if it had never appeared before. I moved my arm and the previous soreness was gone. When I raised my hand, I felt a force rushing upward.

, there will be no movement if you put it down.

I told Dajun truthfully, but the latter didn't speak for a long time.

"The army, are you still there?"

"Yes, yes, Zhou Sheng, in your situation, if I'm not wrong, your natural divine power already belongs to you completely. Try moving your right hand downward."

After doing so, the force then moved downwards with just the right amount of force. Zhou Xiaoxing felt very comfortable, the same as when he raised his arm upwards before.

"Did that power appear again?"

Zhou Xiaoxing nodded and was awakened by the question mark on the other end of the phone.

"Is it, Zhou Sheng?"

"Yes, does this mean that this time travel is a success?"

"Half."

"Half?"

This statement is very interesting. The power of my right hand has been restored, and it is still so obedient. The explanation is only half of it."

"The recovery of divine power is the energy obtained when traveling through time and space. The use of divine power by you means that you must complete certain tasks during the next time travel, otherwise, this power will backfire. Whether you can keep your right hand by then depends on

Question."

So serious?

What kind of mission was that? Zhou Xiaoxing didn’t ask. If Dajun knew about it, he would have told it already.

"I understand, Dajun, are your junior brothers okay?"

I still count on them when I go back.

"It's okay, thank you Zhou Sheng for caring, uh..."

This sigh is so familiar. When Zhou Xiaoxing asked for the final payment, he himself spoke like this.

"Uncle Qian will give it to you."

"Zhou Sheng, that's not what I meant. I just want to thank you."

Why are you pretending to be in front of him? Zhou Xiaoxing twitched the corner of her mouth and hung up the phone.

Unintentionally, there is someone outside the house. Looking at the bucket-like waist, it looks like a flower coming over.

"Sister Ruhua, why don't you knock on the door when you come in? What if I'm changing clothes?"

Zhou Xiaoxing is just a metaphor and has no intention of actually changing clothes.

Ruhua's eyes shone brightly, and the water had been put for a while. When she saw Zhou Xiaoxing talking in the room, she thought it was a scholar who was reading at night, so she didn't dare to disturb her. She walked back and forth at the door several times before she made up her mind to come in.

Discovered by Zhou Xiaoxing.

You know that her slender waist like a water snake is the most noticeable and cannot be covered up.

"Sir, are you kidding? The water is ready."

"Thank you, Sister Ruhua. It's okay. You can go and rest."

Looking at him like this, he really didn't dare to move.

"Oh, I plan to give you a slap on the back, don't get me wrong, Master Bao ordered me."

Don't lie to me. Mr. Bao is playing chess with his father outside the door. How could he have the intention to arrange for you?

"Uh, no, I can do it myself."

"I want it."

"No need."

During the argument, Bao Youwei came over, holding a package in his hand. There were big beads of sweat on his forehead. He didn't have time to wipe it off, and it fell between his eyebrows. Bao Youwei opened his eyes.
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