Feasibility of Mermaids Infiltrating Qilin

They said they would take advantage of the teacher's injury and lack of attention to slack off, but their long-term training had already formed a habit. After chatting together for a while, the boys tacitly dispersed and began to train on their own.

At noon, the literature teacher from the clan school quietly appeared outside the martial arts training ground, gazing at the boys who were training diligently on the plum blossom stakes, and nodded to himself.

It seems that Zhang Ruifeng's worries were unnecessary. The young men of the Zhang family have always been serious about training, so how could they have the idea of ​​slacking off?

The diligent and hardworking teenagers were unaware that a teacher had secretly come by. They only felt a pang of regret while practicing the "Fang Qiu Finger" and "Bone Shrinking Technique" exercises, as the pain was too intense.

The teacher clearly doesn't have time to pay attention to them today, so why are they still working so hard? They can slack off without the teacher knowing, right? Maybe they should take a break for a while.

Such thoughts often flash through people's minds, but in the end, no one actually slacks off.

All the boys completed today's training perfectly in the end.

As the Lunar New Year drew closer, on New Year's Eve, Zhang Shenglin was the only one left in the entire training ground.

He arrived at the training ground as usual.

He was the only one in the deserted training ground; it was empty and quiet, with only his slightly rapid breathing from exercising being heard.

This is an environment that can make people feel very lonely, but Zhang Shenglin has become accustomed to this loneliness. He does not feel lonely, nor does he feel irritable because of it. His heart is calm and peaceful, without any ripples.

He simply carried out one familiar training exercise after another with ease, sweat dripping down his face, soaking his clothes. His body radiated heat from the intense exercise, and the Qilin tattoo hidden under his clothes silently appeared under the high temperature.

For as long as Zhang Shenglin trained alone in the training ground, Su Xingze secretly watched from the sidelines.

Sometimes he thinks the child is a freak, but other times he thinks it's normal for the child to grow up the way he is now.

An orphan, growing up alone in the Zhang family, a cold and indifferent clan, if he were truly like any other child, crying and making a fuss, afraid of pain and hardship, lacking composure and unable to bear loneliness, perhaps he would now be like those children who lost their lives in the ancient city, or like other children who quietly disappeared from the Zhang family.

Su Xingze didn't emerge from the shadows until the child finished the last training exercise.

Under the child's astonished gaze, Su Xingze grabbed the child's arm. In that instant, the light distorted, as if they had fallen into a bright yet dark space.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Shenglin found himself back in the courtyard.

It gets dark early in winter, and the courtyard was dimly lit, so Zhang Shenglin didn't see Su Xingze's face suddenly turn pale.

Su Xingze patted his chest, suppressing the pain within him.

As expected, using teleportation in this world is still too difficult.

After a moment's pause, Su Xingze glared at the child and said irritably, "What are you standing there for! Go wash yourself clean, there are still many things waiting for us to do!"

Urged on by the little mermaid, Zhang Shenglin climbed into the bathtub to wash himself clean. He soaked in the medicinal bath for half an hour until his physical fatigue was almost gone before he came out of the bathtub.

When he came out after changing into clean clothes, the little mermaid was squatting in front of a pile of cardboard boxes in the yard. Hearing his footsteps, the little mermaid turned around and tilted her head to look at him.

His gaze fell on the child's wet, dripping hair. Su Xingze moved his fingers, and the water droplets on the child's head evaporated instantly, making the slightly long short hair dry and fluffy.

Seeing that his hair was no longer dripping wet, Su Xingze nodded in satisfaction.

Su Xingze beckoned to the child, signaling him to come over.

There were more than a dozen boxes in front of him, all filled with the necessities he had bought for the Chinese New Year from the mall.

Su Xingze opened the front box and took out a thick stack of red paper. These were Spring Festival couplets specially commissioned by him from other systems and written by a master calligrapher.

After stuffing the Spring Festival couplets into the child's arms, Su Xingze took out several "Fu" characters and a stack of paper-cut window decorations from the box, which was now almost empty.

Su Xingze put away the empty box and began directing the children to do chores.

"Go and put up the Spring Festival couplets first. Put the top one on the small courtyard gate, and you can put up the rest as you see fit."

Zhang Shenglin held the stack of Spring Festival couplets and glanced at them hesitantly. The characters on the couplets were clearly the work of a top calligrapher, something he couldn't possibly possess.

It was obvious what he was thinking. Su Xingze explained, "I put a trick on it. Others will only think that you wrote it yourself."

Only then did Zhang Shenglin take the Spring Festival couplets and the "solid glue" that the little mermaid handed him, and silently leave the courtyard with a stool.

He had never put up Spring Festival couplets before; it was rare for people in the inner quarters to do so, but it wasn't unheard of.

Zhang Jia's academic studies weren't for nothing; although he hadn't put up posters before, that didn't stop him from knowing how.

Zhang Shenglin acted quickly, and soon brightly colored Spring Festival couplets were pasted on the front gate, main house, side room, and kitchen door.

While he was putting up the Spring Festival couplets, Su Xingze was also busy. He opened the remaining boxes and took out one item after another.

Seeing the child walk over and stand still beside him, he handed him the "Fu" character and window decorations, giving him a new task. The child obediently went to paste the "Fu" character.

Su Xingze took out the custom-made red lanterns and hung them one by one in front of the house. He put red candles inside the lanterns and lit them one by one. In no time, the entire courtyard was dyed with a fiery red color.

The child stood under the eaves, looking at the courtyard that had never been so festive, his expression somewhat blank.

Spring Festival couplets, the character "福" (fortune), paper-cut window decorations, red lanterns...

This is a color rarely seen in the otherwise somber Zhang family home.

A vibrant red appeared before his eyes. Zhang Shenglin looked down and saw that the little mermaid was holding a red envelope with an exquisite gold-stamped design.

The little mermaid with emerald eyes smiled and said, "Here's the New Year's money for you. Put it away quickly."

Zhang Shenglin stood there stunned, instinctively accepting the red envelope.

After he accepted the New Year's money, the little mermaid quickly went back to the pile of cardboard boxes and continued rummaging through them. Noticing that he was still standing there, she turned around and called to him.

"Little Qilin, what are you daydreaming about! Come here, let's set off firecrackers together."

The remaining boxes contained several rolls of firecrackers wrapped in red paper.

The two of them hung the firecrackers on the big tree in the yard. Zhang Shenglin stood below the firecrackers, holding what the little mermaids called a high-tech tinderbox.

Su Xingze covered one ear, smiled brightly, waved the rechargeable tinderbox in his hand at the child, and said loudly, "Don't worry about lighting the firecrackers. We don't need to worry about the sound of the firecrackers being discovered by others. Our yard is now in a different space from the outside world. Even if an atomic bomb explodes here, no one outside will hear a sound."

Zhang Shenglin didn't know what an atomic bomb was, but he understood what the little mermaid was trying to say.

He nodded slightly to the little mermaid, and slowly brought the tinder in his hand closer to the fuse of the firecracker.

Amidst the sizzling sound of burning, Zhang Shenglin nimbly returned to the little mermaid's side. The next second, the fuse burned out, and the crackling sound of firecrackers echoed in the quiet courtyard.

"Little Qilin, Happy New Year's Eve!"

Amidst the deafening sound of firecrackers, Zhang Shenglin celebrated his first Lunar New Year's Eve.