The big master considered it a good omen and, defying everyone’s opposition the next day, forcefully ordered to send out the invitation." "Oh, Grandpa Tian, in this world, where are such coincidences? When is it a big master’s turn to have a dream about a child?" Zhao Yi sighed with some helplessness: "Sigh, the river fights for the dragon, a hundred boats compete to flow. I feel like I’m just having pure bad luck, brushing by the young man, and got scraped by the waves he brought up!" The night was deep and black, and the shadow of trees outside the window swayed gently with the night breeze. The teacup, shook lightly in the hand. After listening to Uncle Qin’s report, Liu Yumei lowered her head and sipped her tea. Uncle Qin: "Their family only sent one person." Liu Yumei put down the teacup, pinched a talk plum with her fingers, and slowly savored it in her mouth. Uncle Qin: "Madam, should I take a trip to Jiujiang?" Liu Yumei sighed and shook her head: "Since you are back, it’s considered settled." "Please punish me, Madam." "You are not wrong, you did well. I said to leave a person for balance, and the boy from the Zhao family really did come alone, which proves he has fortune. Moreover, I know you quite admire him." Uncle Qin continued standing in place. Liu Yumei closed her eyes, crossed her hands on her lap, and gently rocked back and forth on the rattan chair. "I should have asked Ah Ting to go." "Oh, old lady, why did you suddenly mention me again?" Aunt Liu came in with a medicinal soup, "You should take your medicine." "What I mean is, you’re mischievous and don’t follow my words much." "Aiyo, old lady, you can’t wrong me , when dare I not listen to your words? Your words to me are just like the imperial edict of the Empress Dowager." "Would you kill him then?" Aunt Liu put down the medicinal soup, uncovered the lid, scooped the decoction into the wooden bowl with a wooden spoon, blew it carefully, and handed it to the old lady. After the old lady reached out to take it, she said: "Of course, I would kill him." The benefits of the second wave of dividends, crossed in advance, continued to have an effect, granting everyone a relatively peaceful time for rest and recuperation. According to Li Zhiyuan’s calculations, even if he wanted to prepare for early contact with the third wave, it should be after returning to school from the holidays. Because in the peach groves of his hometown, Si Yuan Village, there was still a big one lying there. With it there, the normal waves really can’t wash over. Of course, if you always hold on to this idea and hide at home without coming out, that’s unrealistic because the next wave will constantly build up there, until it breaches your "dike," flooding that peach grove. During this time, Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou would attend classes every day. Firstly, the quality of sleep during class was good; Secondly, reading skill books during class was more efficient, easier to digest, creating an atmosphere similar to secretly reading novels during classes in middle and high school. Unfortunately, university classroom teachers generally don’t mind as long as you don’t disrupt the class, even if you’re sleeping, so there wouldn’t be a confiscation of novel books situation. This inevitably made Tan Wenbin feel that it lacked some of the worthwhile tension and excitement, indirectly lowering the learning efficiency that could have been higher. Li Zhiyuan did not continue staying in the dorm these days, and every morning he would go to find Alii and walk hand in hand with Alii on the school playground. After having breakfast at Aunt Liu’s place, he would also attend classes. However, his major courses and even his graduation design were completed during the summer vacation before school started, so with Fatty Wu getting him almost all school-wide professional course schedules, Li Zhiyuan could choose his schedule school-wide. Anyway, before class, as long as you sit in the corner of the classroom, no one would chase you away. While attending class, he would also take out those basic books brought along, going over them again, mainly because what Liu Yumei prepared for him last time was really too much. Reading while attending class, multitasking, wasn’t really difficult. As a result, Li Zhiyuan also found some quite good teacher professors. There were some old professors with strong professional theory, who taught very seriously, and taking students’ class wasn’t even a mandatory teaching task for them anymore, rather their own application request. Just that the Mandarin with dialect plus overly professional class made most students find it very strenuous to learn. Li Zhiyuan, however, found it delightful to listen while also learning a bit of not so standard dialects of Shanxi, Henan, and Suzhou. Besides professional courses, there was also an ideological course old professor named Zhu, who left a deep impression on Li Zhiyuan. Currently, taking this course sometimes inevitably encounters some rather awkward situations. Some students who like to flaunt their individuality would deliberately sing a different tune, posing questions they think penetrate the world and think they’re smart, deliberately putting the teacher on the spot. Professor Zhu had a good temper, and sometimes even when offended, he wasn’t angry, instead patiently explaining according to his own theory. However, no matter how well he taught, it couldn’t change the current overall low morale in society. Once, a student asked, saying the gap was too big, really seeing no possibility of catching up. Professor Zhu wiped his glasses and answered very elegantly yet with great conviction: We are now making clothes for them, making toys, making shoes, and even making their flags, but one day, we will make things that they cannot even imagine. This reminded Li Zhiyuan of Xue Liangliang. Unfortunately, Brother Liangliang hadn’t completed his tasks at hand, went back to celebrate his father’s "birthday," and couldn’t see the fool either.