Chapter Ten: The Place Where One's Heart is Broken Year After Year

  The mid-term exam is approaching, and we are all fully engaged in a fiery review of the exam.

  This is a living example of how one will end up in regret if they don't work hard in their daily life.

  And the genius student Zhuge Xiaoliang naturally became our teacher, —— Speaking of this, there is another episode, let's put it aside for now and mention it later.

  I, Yunchang, and Yide are three people under the supervision of Zhuge Xiaoliang, gathered in the study room of Yunchang's house, burying their heads in various books.

  When the three of us took out our textbooks, Zhuge Xiaoliang's eyes lit up suddenly, and he was so amazed that it seemed as if a sacred little spark had fallen into his eyes, igniting the passionate fire burning deep within him.

  Before his eyes:

  First, there's Yue De's book - genuine praise, spotless and brand new, it can be taken out to sell for a good price as if it were first-hand goods. Yue De didn't even sign his name on the cover.

  He is absolutely an unadulterated environmentalist. This spirit, deserves to be commended - of course, if not from the perspective of being a student.

  Sometimes I think: maybe the reason why Yide went to the Army Command College was that he made too much trouble at home, and as a big boss of the gang, Zhang's father was afraid that this precious egg would become a martyr before coming of age, so he simply wanted to find a safe place for him to spend his time.

  Secondly, Yún Cháng's books are not much better. From the outside, his books are well-maintained and even have book covers, beautiful landscape cartoon covers, and various patterns placed on the table, almost like handicrafts, giving the viewer a great visual enjoyment at first sight.

  It's not because Yun Chang is clever and handy, but because the girls around Yun Chang are clever and handy.

  These book covers were all wrapped by female classmates who had some mysterious good feelings towards Yun Changhuai.

  In my opinion, those beautifully packaged books are like the three thousand beauties in the imperial harem, wrapped in luxurious clothes, waiting for months on end on the desk for the emperor's favor. With Yun Chang's lazy attitude, he usually only opens those books when he is extremely happy or extremely angry, so if nothing unexpected happens, even after Yun Chang graduates, half of those poor books will still be untouched, just like the emperor's noble harem.

  So I am very proud of it:

  Compared with three people, my attitude is still a bit more dignified.

  At least I can write and draw on it - my books are part-time diaries, picture albums, making full use of every corner, never wasting a single space.

  I especially love the vast blank space under the homework, which is so large that I can even paint a small landscape painting. I have even created a short serialized novel in the back of a 16-open English book. And other places are not let go, with complex records: for example, today did what good things to write a few poems, when the mood strikes, will also draw a few small flowers, a dog that doesn't look like anything or an ugly beauty picture.

  So many scribbles are filled with it, densely packed and dazzling to the eyes, at first glance it seems like serious notes, the effect of pretending to be a good student is very good, hehe.

  But Zhuge Xiaoliang's eyes were like a torch, and he looked at the famous picture with a beard and necklace on the history book for three whole minutes with an attitude of scientific research.

  "Not bad," he said with a smile, fanning himself.

  "I'm flattered, I'm flattered." I said with great modesty.

  "Why don't you go take the entrance exam for Luoyang Art Academy?" His voice became even softer.

  Yun Chang and Yi De smiled in unison beside him.

  A bead of sweat fell from my forehead.

  From then on, innocent me understood that there is a tactic called "first praise and then suppress" in this world, also known as irony.

  I'd rather not make a fuss over the trivial matter of fifty paces, I sincerely and wholeheartedly follow Yun Changyong's lead with humility.

  After Zhuge Xiaoliang flipped through the three of our books, he began to look at us with his eyes. He flipped through one book, let out a sigh, and his eyes grew colder by a degree. By the time he finished flipping through them, the small spark that had been there was gone, and those eyes were as cold as the snow at the North or South Pole. This person was also as cold as the polar bears of the Arctic and Antarctic, in a contest to see who could be colder.

  I, Guan Xiaoyu and Zhang Xiaofei, were all at a loss for words, feeling quite ashamed. From Zhuge's eyes filled with a sense of justice, a feeling of guilt towards our country, our people, and the elders of Jiangdong arose spontaneously.

  Suddenly, a burst of thunder rang out by her ear:

  "Hello! Test! Test!" Zhuge Xiaoliang suddenly pulled out a loudspeaker and put it to his mouth, "From today on, listen to me completely. Three days later is the exam, during this period you can't relax for a single moment!" Zhuge Xiaoliang said sternly, more professional than any instructor from the Lu family.

  "I swear I will give you hellish guidance and training." The man said with a ferocious expression.

  The three of us huddled together, our hands covering our ears, resisting Zhuge's sonic assault.

  He started staring at people to death, and his incredible power reached home, then he roared: "Did you hear that? Louder!"

  "Understood, Teacher Zhuge!" As expected, it didn't work. We three finally couldn't bear to put down our hands covering our ears and stood up straight, pretending to be energetic and lively in response.

  At that time, I still had a glimmer of hope and thought: He is just a weak scholar, only with a slightly unusual brain, can he really eat us up?

  Completely unaware of the danger approaching, we three were still optimistic and conveyed information by winking at each other.

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  It turned out that we were happy too early, because we all underestimated Zhuge's combat power, and - the cruelty of this man.

  He held a book in his hand, sat under the lamp, and read all night without even blinking.

  Zhuge Jun is really amazing, just like a high-voltage motor, full of energy.

  As for us three who were temporarily raised by him, under the lamp light, we worked hard, panting, and couldn't relax to study.

  And as soon as anyone wants to slack off and take a nap, Zhuge's eyes will look over like the most advanced searchlight, then stare at you like a scanner, making you feel ashamed and want to hide in your book.

  The three of us stayed up for three consecutive nights, each person's eyes turned dark red, with a hint of green.

  Even the strongest and most robust Yide, when walking on the road, starts to move in an S-shaped trajectory, like a model with twists and turns. Once, Yide said: "Huh? Why is the corridor of Yun Chang's house designed so curved?"

  Fortunately, after physical exhaustion, everyone's brain was slightly refreshed.

  "Yi De can even recite a whole chapter: 'Year after year, at the place where the intestines are broken, on a clear moonlit night, at Yun Chang's home...'"

  It made me and Yun Chang extremely surprised after spitting out tea.

  Under the supervision of Zhuge, this devil mentor who is far superior to any instructor, I, along with Yunchang and Yide, made up for all the courses that had fallen behind in half a semester.

  In addition to cultural classes, there is also martial arts training.

  As for martial arts, this is not Zhuge's strong point, so he can only be a spectator.

  I, Guan Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaofei and they were writing articles to the point of wanting to vomit, Zhuge suggested that we three unlucky children turn to martial arts practice, according to him, this is called labor and rest combined?

  Oh no, oh no, oh no!

  Although the three of them coincidentally thought that it would be better to take advantage of this opportunity to sleep soundly on the bed, but unfortunately this idea was ruthlessly killed by Zhuge in the fantasy stage.

  Three people stood in the spacious backyard of the Yun Chang's house, with the big sun on their heads.

  I clearly saw Yide's face turn black to an astonishing degree, so black that if he went out at night without wearing a cloak of darkness, he could blend in with the darkness and not be discovered by anyone.

  Yun Chang's face was even more ruddy, with a hint of blackness beneath the red, originally a high-quality red date, now this date was roasted to a pulp.

  I'm terrified and can't imagine what I'll look like.

  After standing for three minutes and one second, Yunchang suddenly said: "Master Zhuge, when practicing martial arts, we must have weapons and equipment, such as armor, otherwise it is easy to get hurt." He was very serious.

  "I'm just protesting..." Wing Lok shouted.

  My heart leapt out like a spirit, and I chimed in with the voice, "Yes, yes, there was once a classmate who didn't wear armor before going on stage, guess what? He accidentally got his arm chopped off by the opponent, and from then on became a disabled person, how pitiful, how pitiful."

  Yi De rubbed his head and muttered in a low voice: "How come I didn't hear about it? I still protest..."

  Yun Chang hastily blocked the innocent child behind him and said to Zhuge Xiaoliang: "I've also heard what Xuande said, such a great talent was wasted like that! Pitifully born as a seven-foot-tall man, from now on he can no longer contribute to the country, it's really... tragic!"

  With a long sigh, I gaze up at the sky of Chu and down at the earth, beginning to express the unfulfilled emotions of my heroic aspirations.

  My role is different, I am suitable for playing a weak character.

  So I immediately screamed and covered my cheeks with both hands, making a quail shape: "How scary! Waaah, if I were like that too, I would definitely not be able to live on!"

  Zhuge Xiaoliang looked at us two, who were singing and acting perfectly, unhurriedly shaking his feather fan, and said lazily: "That's easy, Yunchang's father is a lieutenant general, there must be some spare armor in the mansion, just take out one or two pieces and that's it?"

  I was startled and quickly looked at Yun Chang: Wearing armor in summer, this is obviously because he wants us to die faster.

  Zhuge, must you be so ruthless and force us onto a desperate path?