On the way back to the classroom, Zhou Yuanyuan greeted people, and her cheeks stiffened when she laughed. No way, Zhou Yuanyuan's popularity is good, and many people are willing to talk to her. Zhou Yuanyuan is not an arrogant person, and he will respond kindly to others' greetings.

"Xiaoyu, have you found anything big?" Zhou Yuanyuan sat in the classroom before he had time to ask Xiaoyu.

"Master, you have to pay attention to that He Jingjing, she doesn't seem to be quite right, there are fluctuations in evil cultivation. Xiao Yu's words surprised Zhou Yuanyuan. Zhou Yuanyuan did not forget the battle six years ago. The remnant soul of the evil cultivator on Zeng Mingming's body, Zhou Yuanyuan spent a lot of effort to destroy it. Could it be that He Jingjing was also taken on by the remnant soul? Zhou Yuanyuan remembered the scene when He Jingjing's head was teasing from time to time, and he had a hint of enlightenment in his heart.

Zhou Yuanyuan looked at He Jingjing's position, and the seat was empty. It seems that He Jingjing didn't know where to hide after making a fool of herself at the school gate just now.

"Xiaoyu, you don't want me to help He Jingjing exorcise evil spirits, right? That person is so annoying, I won't be bored with myself. Zhou Yuanyuan thought that Xiaoyu wanted her to confront the evil cultivator again. After all, every time Xiao Yu talked about evil cultivators, she gritted her teeth, as if she had some kind of enmity with evil cultivators.

Although the progress of the monk needs to be sharpened in battle, it also depends on who is not? The previous Wang Xiaona and Zeng Mingliang couple were a pair of kind-hearted ordinary people, so Zhou Yuanyuan would fight hard. As for He Jingjing's "snake spirit disease" that targets herself from time to time, Zhou Yuanyuan has no interest in doing anything for her.

"No, master, this He Jingjing seems to be different from the man last time. Xiao Yu blinked, trying to recall everything she had just felt on He Jingjing. The smell on He Jingjing's body is much worse than the smell on Zeng Mingming's body. But the strange thing is that the stench on Zeng Mingming's body has always existed, although it is faint, it has always been there and will not disappear. He Jingjing's smell is different, it seems that it can be adjusted automatically, after Xiaoyu smelled it, she wanted to confirm it again, and the smell suddenly disappeared again.

"What's the difference?" Xiao Yu said this, which aroused Zhou Yuanyuan's curiosity.

There is a smell, much more smelly than Zeng Mingming, and it is different from Zeng Mingming, is it ······ This He Jingjing herself is an evil cultivator? Zhou Yuanyuan was taken aback by his own speculation.

No, it shouldn't be. Zhou Yuanyuan shook his head and vetoed.

In Zhou Yuanyuan's opinion, He Jingjing is just a more willful ordinary girl, and from her, Zhou Yuanyuan can't feel a trace of monk's breath. You must know that even if it is an evil cultivator, it is also a kind of monk. As a monk, Zhou Yuanyuan was very sensitive to the aura of evil cultivators.

Besides, because the monk is nourished by the aura, his body is very good, not to mention serious illnesses, and he usually does not even have a cold or cough. And that He Jingjing, as far as Zhou Yuanyuan knows, has been recuperating all these years.

However, Zhou Yuanyuan has always believed in Xiao Yu, and Xiao Yu will not talk nonsense if he is not sure.

"Master, Xiao Yu didn't find anything strange about He Jingjing for the time being. Master, can you allow Xiao Yu to observe the movements around her master at ordinary times? You can rest assured, Xiao Yu can't read the master's thoughts. Xiaoyu pleaded. Since the last time Zhou Yuanyuan's curse failed, Xiao Yu didn't tell Zhou Yuanyuan in time, so Zhou Yuanyuan re-issued another enhanced version of the curse, this time, Xiao Yu not only couldn't "see" Zhou Yuanyuan's thoughts, but even what happened around Zhou Yuanyuan, Xiao Yu couldn't peep at will. If it weren't for the fluctuation and stench on He Jingjing's body today, Xiao Yu wouldn't have been able to find it.

With the appearance of the evil cultivator, Xiaoyu was very worried about Zhou Yuanyuan's safety. After all, for evil cultivators, monks are their "great supplements". Seeing He Jingjing leave in a hurry, Xiaoyu didn't dare to bet on whether He Jingjing had discovered Zhou Yuanyuan's true identity.

"Okay! Then trouble Xiaoyu to be more vigilant. Zhou Yuanyuan nodded, put his left hand under the desk and made a gesture, and said a silent sentence in his mouth, unraveling Xiaoyu's curse.

To be honest, Xiao Yu didn't say it, Zhou Yuanyuan almost forgot that he had put a strengthened version of the spell on Xiao Yu. No wonder in the past few years, Xiaoyu has spoken a lot less. Zhou Yuanyuan blamed himself a little.

Thinking of why he was so angry with Xiaoyu at that time, Zhou Yuanyuan's face couldn't help but blush a little. That night, Zhou Yuanyuan remembered that Wen Ziqing was going to leave him and go back to Kyoto, and he was a little reluctant in his heart, and he was thinking about Wen Ziqing all night. After discovering that Xiaoyu could "see" his true thoughts the next morning, Zhou Yuanyuan's first reaction was to be ashamed, and the second reaction was to cure Xiaoyu's gossip-loving problem.

Zhou Yuanyuan originally wanted to punish Xiaoyu for three or two months, but he didn't expect that as soon as there were many things, he forgot about it. Xiaoyu is also honest, and has not been silent, just working hard to repair the cracks in the sea of Zhou Yuanyuan's knowledge, and cultivating by herself when she has time.

Thinking of Wen Ziqing, Zhou Yuanyuan's thoughts couldn't help but spread. To be honest, over the years, Wen Ziqing has been accompanying Zhou Yuanyuan, and it is impossible for Zhou Yuanyuan not to have a good impression of Wen Ziqing. After Wen Ziqing went to college, it took Zhou Yuanyuan half a year to get used to the absence of Wen Ziqing by his side. Over the years, Wen Ziqing's every move, word and deed has been carved into Zhou Yuanyuan's heart like a drop of water.

Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know what his feelings about Wen Ziqing belonged to, like? That's for sure. Love? It doesn't seem to have reached that point. She is just used to Wen Ziqing's presence by her side, and she likes that when she turns around, she can see Wen Ziqing's silent but immobile figure at a glance.

"Zhou ······ Zhou Yuanyuan, this is for you. A chubby little boy walked up to Zhou Yuanyuan and blushed and handed over a small boat made of light blue paper.

Zhou Yuanyuan recognized Xiao Chubby Dun as a classmate in her class, named Xu Minghui.

Xu Minghui has liked Zhou Yuanyuan for a long time, and every day watching Zhou Yuanyuan clean up a pile of "love letters" in the desk, Xu Minghui still has some joy in his heart. However, when he wanted to confess to Zhou Yuanyuan, Xu Minghui was dumbfounded.

Xu Minghui knew that Zhou Yuanyuan never glanced at those pink letters, and if he wrote a letter and stuffed it in Zhou Yuanyuan's desk like everyone else, it would definitely end up in the trash. Therefore, Xu Minghui went to the bookstore and bought a few pieces of blue colored paper, wrote down what he wanted to say on them, and carefully folded the colored paper into the shape of a boat.