At the end of the letter, I still asked Chitose how well.

The content of the latter letter is also roughly the same.

However, Yan Saburo opened the last letter and looked at it twice, his eyes became solemn, and then he called Chitose in.

The white cat yawned and jumped into the house from the branch: "Xiao Mi's letter, I'm not interested in reading it!"

"This one is different. Yan Saburo slowly unfolded the letter in front of her," Xiao Mi said, finding a clue about the Three-Eyed Monster. ”

In the Red Crossbow Snow Mountain, Han Zhao captured the avant-garde king and calmed the overall situation. However, the latter released the three-eyed monster and almost escaped.

The monster left a deep impression on Xiao Mi because of this, and after returning to Shengyi, he ordered a strict investigation.

After all this time, is there finally a clue?

"Stingy. The white cat said unhappily, "It's good to just say the clues, what's the deal?

Of course, Xiao Mi's original words were not so straightforward, but he sincerely invited Yan Saburo to go to Shengyi to talk about old feelings and drink happily.

......

For the next two months, Yan Saburo devoted himself to his studies in Chunmingcheng, asking for advice from his master and writing his own strategies for teaching.

Lian Rongsheng did look at him differently, but this does not mean that the old scholar lowered his requirements for him; on the contrary, with Yan Saburo's understanding of Lian Rongsheng, the teacher must have higher standards and stricter requirements for his own teaching process.

In the more than ten days since he returned from the Tibetan country, he had already thought of the topic and outline, so he wrote it quickly, and it only took two months.

Then, the hunch came true.

After Lian Rongsheng saw it, he called back and asked him to revise it.

Throughout the article, Chitose read it word by word, and also put forward opinions, so she was very unconvinced: "Why, aunt...... You're so well written, you don't need to change it!"

It's a pity that his master is Lian Rongsheng, not her. Yan Saburo glanced at her and pushed the paper and polished the ink again.

Life is not waved.

Chitose has been back for two months, and her life has changed from "everything is good at home" to "everything is boring at home". In addition to refining glass lamps and playing with weasels, it is to encourage Yan Saburo to go out to eat, drink and have fun. However, the teenager's mind is all on schoolwork, and the frequency of going out is likely to decrease, and she is very dissatisfied.

"When you are supposed to be proud of the spring breeze at this age, how can you be willing to be bored at home all day!" "Live like a tree!

However, when it comes to Tsubazaburo's age, Chitose still finds something strange.

The stinky boy has always been the embodiment of hard work, from the beginning of the practice of "Dragon Feeding Formula" to the present, almost never slept a day, even the Chinese New Year.

This is also one of the important reasons why Lian Rongsheng likes him. Talent is both a gift and a curse. Intelligent, gifted children tend to be distracted and have difficulty concentrating and working hard.

But Yan Saburo has both, and there is another trait that Lian Rongsheng values:

Fortunate.

Luck is also part of strength. Yan Saburo has no shortage of the above three, and with time, his future is limitless.

But Chitose found out that the boy actually got up late.

One sunny morning, the cat had already pounced on the pink butterflies and eaten enough dew in the rockery before sneaking up to the second floor and jumping out of the window into the master's bedroom. And then she found out—

Yan Saburo hasn't woken up yet!

Ouch, that's a new discovery. The white cat hurried closer and found him flushed, breathing heavily, and his eyelids moving.

Sick? No way, this guy's body is about the same as iron.

Is it because the temperature has risen too fast recently? No, the practitioner's body automatically regulates its body temperature according to the outside, and it is warm in winter and cool in summer.

It rubbed the boy's forehead with its pink nose and was relieved to find that his body temperature had risen slightly, but it was definitely not a fever.

This is a great opportunity. The white cat arched its back and triumphantly walked over his head and over again, making sure that the balls of its four feet would step on his face every time.

Get up, get up! For all these years, she never had a chance to wake him up.

This time, she's going to wake him up based on his weight!

She walked back and forth like this for a few times, and Yan Saburo really woke up, suddenly reached out, and pressed the white cat that meowed non-stop on his face.

It's soft, it's warm, it's fragrant, it's ...... It's hairy.

"Get up!" she scratched his face with a sense of urgency, not sticking out her little claws, of course.

"You go out first. Yan Saburo's voice was hoarse like sawing wood, panting slightly while seemingly hiding some emotion. But he has always been introverted, and Chitose is used to it, and there is no doubt about it. "I'll get up quickly. You ask Huang Da to make you a bowl of chestnut stewed chicken first. ”

"It's over!" After she smelled the fragrant smell, would the weasel be able to keep the chickens?

The fluffy tail hit Yan Saburo on the forehead with a flick. He let out a long breath: "You play by yourself for a while, and I will take you into the city in half an hour." ”

"Huh?" she was about to buy a box of duck egg powder, when she heard the new gardenia scent, "Okay, hurry up." ”

"Go ahead. Yan Saburo patted her on the back.

The cat ran away with a puff of smoke. Why does she think that Xiao San can't wait to drive her away?

A quarter of an hour later, Yan Saburo really came out of the house.

He had finished washing, his hair was meticulously tied, and his eyes were full of spirit.

But the first thing he did was not to sit down at the table to eat, but to carry the barrel to the open space behind him to dry.

He has always washed his own intimate clothes, and he does not want to fake others.

The white cat lay on the roof tiles and watched him hang his washed clothes and trousers. She doesn't know how many times she's seen this scene in the past few years.

But why did this kid hide in his bedroom early in the morning and wash his clothes?

It's so suspicious!

Half a month later, the white cat caught the current again.

But this time Yan Xiaosan got up early, she jumped out of the window and went in, and found that he was already doing laundry.

However, there was a strange smell wafting through the air.

"What does it smell like?" the cat looked up and sniffed. As a result, Yan Saburo threw down the laundry that was being washed and quickly opened the windows on all sides.

"Hula", the cheerful summer breeze rushed in and swept away, and there was no smell anymore.

"......" the cat narrowed her eyes and stared at him suspiciously, "what did you do?"

"Nope. Yan Saburo turned his back to her and continued to rub his clothes.

"Obviously, there is. The cat jumped on the basin rack and looked at him condescendingly, her eyes full of scrutiny, "Where did that smell come from, huh?"

Yan Saburo's hand paused slightly, but quickly continued. He lowered his head, and the white cat didn't see the panic that flashed in his eyes: "I don't know." ”

The white cat's tail dangled in front of his eyes: "Confess leniently, resist strictly!"

The tip of the "......" young man's nose was almost sweating.

"Tell me honestly, did you steal drunk crabs behind my back at night?"

"Drunken crab?" Yan Saburo was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses the next second and nodded vigorously, "...... Well, yes, you found out. ”