This also indirectly shows how fast his progress was, how much ahead he was. Awkwardly, after the class with Professor Zhu today, Li Zhiyuan didn’t rush to leave because he hadn’t finished the book in his hands. When the other students had left, Professor Zhu came over to the back row and sat beside him. Li Zhiyuan closed the book, but Professor Zhu borrowed it. After flipping through it, he wasn’t angry about Li reading such a book in his class; instead, he smiled and said he had such books at home too, but they were about morals and health, not as specialized as this one. He also mentioned that his wife was into Chinese language studies and invited Li Zhiyuan to visit their home when there’s a chance. Li Zhiyuan accepted the open-ended invitation. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and left the classroom. Spending too long in the dormitory can indeed get tiresome. In recent days, he truly felt like he was here to study. Skipping classes would feel guilty, especially since Grandmaster sends him living expenses every month, in two parts: one for living costs and the other for comparison purposes. Sometimes, Grandmaster’s letters would have two bills inside. Probably slipped in before sealing the envelope, taken from his pocket. Looking at those crumpled bills, one could almost see Grandmaster’s wrinkled face, proudly saying: "Little Yuanhou, I, your Grandmaster, have plenty of money!" Leaving the teaching building, headed towards the living area, Li Zhiyuan saw the newly bought pickup truck at the entrance of the affordable store. A yellow little pickup, very lively. Grandma Liu’s family is quite wealthy, her mere hair strand is thicker than an average family’s waist. But buying something with your own earned money feels different; at least, you cherish it more. For example, Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin couldn’t wait to clean the new car and plan to install a canopy on it so that people sitting in the back won’t catch a draft. Though the holiday officially starts the day after tomorrow, students with suitcases or backpacks have already started leaving the school to go home today. Only those with important classes or roll calls the next day have to endure the wait. Early the next morning, everyone with Li Zhiyuan gathered to prepare to go home; he had said goodbye to Alii last night, planning to stay home for three days, not long. Tan Wenbin’s parents, including Zhou Yunyun, are in Jinling, but he still wants to go home. Zhuangzhuang has lived at Mr. Li’s house for almost a year and truly has feelings for it. When Yin Meng and Run Sheng head back, the store is watched over by Lu Yi, who hasn’t gone home during summer. Naturally, he wouldn’t leave for such a short break; plus, he needs to feed Xiao Hei daily. The four of them changed into new clothes designed by Alii, fitting and breathable, practical, almost resembling professional outdoor camping gear, each wearing boots. Someone, with a backpack, stood at a distance, looking down, repeatedly scuffing pebbles with their shoe toe. Given Lin Shuyou’s family conditions, he could afford to fly home for a visit. But he knows returning home unprompted might get him kicked out of the temple by his grandpa and master. Moreover, lately, aside from pursuing career goals, he stuck close to Tan Wenbin. He wanted to stick to Li Zhiyuan too but was afraid of him, hence stayed at a respectful distance. Once the four got in the car, the little pickup drove away. Lin Shuyou pursed his lips, grabbed his backpack, intending to go into the store to help Lu Yi with inventory. The little pickup backed up again. Tan Wenbin, sitting in the driver’s seat, extended a hand out the window, waved, and asked: "What are you standing there for? Hop in!" Lin Shuyou gleefully leaped onto the back of the truck, agile as always, yet bumped his head this time with a "bang" sound. Rubbing his head, he sat down. Facing him, Run Sheng asked: "Are you crying?" "See, you’re crying." "No... no... I’m not crying... I just hit it and it hurts." Tan Wenbin pressed the horn, shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and drove off. Jinling, as the provincial capital, once again demonstrated its equal distance to cities within the province. After nearly four hours’ drive, just close to noon, the car finally reached Nantong. Upon arrival in Shinan, they continued to drive inwards, past Shigang Bridge, with Tan Wenbin counting intersections, turning into the village road at the second junction. Having called Li Sanjiang in advance, they didn’t stop to buy groceries in town. They did bring some gifts, however. Some Jinling specialties that probably don’t suit Li Sanjiang’s taste. Heading north from the village road, taking a small path leads to Li Sanjiang’s house; the car can’t go in. To avoid blocking the way, Tan Wenbin had to drive the car onto the field, crushing some of Li Sanjiang’s crops. When the car stopped, Li Zhiyuan got off first and walked home. Hearing the commotion, Li Sanjiang, cigarette in mouth, was already walking over this way. Li Zhiyuan shouted: "Grandmaster!" Li Sanjiang spat the cigarette out of his mouth and started jogging: "Hahaha, I’ve missed you, Little Yuanhou!" Li Sanjiang picked up Li Zhiyuan in one swoop, this time, having prepared beforehand; he hefted him and remarked: "Heavier, really heavier, our Little Yuanhou has grown so much, growing so fast, Grandmaster can hardly lift you." "Mr. Li, we’re here too!" "Mr. Li, we’re back as well!" After parking, Tan Wenbin, Run Sheng, and the others approached with gifts. With one hand, Li Sanjiang continued to hold Li Zhiyuan, while using the other to wave, laughing and shouting: "Ha, the mules are back too!" Requesting monthly tickets, it’s the last two days of the month, and it’s double monthly ticket time, if you have tickets, please vote for the dragon!