Feasibility of Mermaids Infiltrating Qilin

Su Xingze discovered that the child had actually gone out.

The child woke up very early today. The child's injury has healed and there is no need to change the dressing, nor did the child do any morning exercise.

Waking up, washing his face, changing clothes, and eating two steamed buns—this was the child's breakfast. Su Xingze, who had been woken up, curiously observed the child's series of actions.

The child rummaged through the bedroom and found a tattered little bag, which he put on his back. This was the first time the child had stepped out of the courtyard since returning to the Zhang family's estate.

Su Xingze flew to the child's head and perched there, quite curious about the child's unusual behavior today.

After tugging at the child's hair to get his attention, Su Xingze asked without any hesitation, "Where are you going?"

Feeling the stinging pain on his scalp, Zhang Shenglin, who had gotten used to the little merman always perching on his head these past two days, replied, "Go to the clan school."

The child was familiar with the surroundings, walked through the winding alleys, and came onto a bluestone path.

Su Xingze noticed that there were more children on the road. These children walked in twos and threes, and occasionally a few people would look at the children with strange eyes.

He noticed that little Zhang Shenglin seemed to be isolated.

I don't know how the Zhang family raised their children. These children are not old, but they all have a maturity that is not in line with their age. Even the most lively child can't see the innocence of a child on his face.

Zhang Shenglin stepped into the Zhang family school. Not a single child greeted him along the way. He took it for granted and sat at the back of the classroom, taking out his books and arranging them on the table.

Su Xingze understood; so he was here to go to school. The child was behaving too maturely, and sometimes he would forget that he was still a child who needed to learn.

The teachers at the clan school were also from the Zhang family. Facing a group of adorable students, the cold and ruthless Zhang family members had such serious expressions that they could scare children to tears.

"Poor children," Su Xingze said hypocritically, shaking his head and shedding a tear of sympathy for these kids who had to get up before five to study.

Knowing that Zhang Shenglin was there to learn, Su Xingze lost interest. He flew down from the child's head, shrunk himself to the size of a finger, and crawled into the child's pocket to take a nap.

The teacher's voice was very penetrating. Half-asleep, Su Xingze had a nightmare about studying.

At that time, he had just become an anomaly, and his fathers took him back. In order not to waste his talent, and in order not to let all his reason and emotions be devoured by the anomaly, his fathers came up with a special method, which required filling his daily life very full.

The strange creature doesn't need to sleep or eat, nor does it have the physiological needs of a normal person. So, there are 24 hours in a day, and it spends 23.5 hours studying, leaving 30 minutes for digesting what it has learned that day.

He only studies for 24 hours a day because there are only 24 hours in a day, which is the limit of a day, far from the limit of his learning.

He continued like this for a long time until his condition stabilized and he was no longer prone to succumbing to irrationality and becoming a monster that had to be eliminated. Only then did he stop this inhuman daily routine of studying.

Of course, it simply changed his 24-hour study time to 12 hours a day.

Su Xingze woke up from a nightmare, and after a moment of confusion, he flew out of the child's pocket and landed on the table. He lazily stretched his body, his fish tail stretching into a long strand, like a uniquely shaped white jade hairpin.

Zhang Shenglin caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and a small smile appeared on his lips. The smile quickly disappeared, and Su Xingze did not notice the child's sly smile.

After stretching, Su Xingze noticed that the clan school teacher was still giving a lecture.

After listening carefully to the lecture, Su Xingze fell silent.

He had felt something was off about what he was hearing while he was asleep.

Who would bother with feng shui, geomancy, or funeral customs from different dynasties for a seven, eight, or nine-year-old child?

Is this something children should be learning?

Su Xingze was shocked!

His knowledge of the bizarre is more normal than that of the Zhang family.

The class went on until dawn, and Su Xingze, who had been forced to listen for an hour, was already numb.

What kind of learning is this?

Feng shui, mechanisms, funeral culture, geographical knowledge, appreciation of ancient paintings, appraisal of antiques...

Putting aside the fact that these children can't even understand these profound concepts that even adults might not comprehend, what are you trying to achieve by having your children learn these things?

Zhang's family is truly skilled in torture!

Su Xingze sighed in this way.

After morning class, Zhang Shenglin packed up his books, glanced at the little mermaid on the table, and gestured for the little mermaid to follow.

Su Xingze followed him to the back of the clan school, where there was a small canteen. The child took a large bowl at the door, walked up to the clansman in charge of serving food, and got his food.

The food at the school cafeteria was much better than what Zhang Shenglin ate at home. A full bowl of rice, one vegetable dish, one meat dish, and a bowl of egg drop soup.

The meat dishes aren't the kind with only a few pieces of meat; while the entire dish isn't made up of meat, more than half of it is meat.

After all, it is the clan school of the Zhang family's inner branch. The Zhang family has a history of thousands of years and is not short of money. In addition, due to their special constitution, there are not many children in the Zhang family, especially those in the inner branch. Providing good food for the next generation of the Zhang family is not a burden for the Zhang family at all.

Su Xingze couldn't help but sigh again. It seemed that the child was indeed a pitiful little thing.

After finishing their meal, the children put their bowls into the designated recycling bins and then went to a small room next to the ethnic school after leaving the cafeteria.

After receiving a set of writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, the child left the clan school and continued walking behind it.

"Aren't you going back?" Su Xingze noticed that the child was taking a different route than when they came and asked in confusion.

"We're going to the training ground."

Su Xingze: "..."

This Zhang family is really strange. Su Xingze's impression of the Zhang family became even more peculiar.

Upon arriving at the training ground, the child went into a room, opened a small cabinet, put in his books and the new writing implements he had received, took out a set of training clothes, changed into them, and locked the cabinet door.

Seeing that the little mermaid's gaze was fixed on the key in his hand, the child seemed to have misunderstood something. After glancing at the key in his hand, he handed it to Su Xingze.

Holding the key, which was only slightly smaller than him, Su Xingze looked completely bewildered.

"Keep the key safe." The child's lips tightened for a moment, as if he had just remembered something.

Upon entering the training ground, the children, just as they would in the clan school, stood at the back of the line.

The Zhang family children all stood ramrod straight, and even without a teacher supervising them, not one of them moved around.

Half an hour later, the martial arts instructor came in and first had the group of teenagers do a few sets of punches to warm up, and then they ran twenty laps around the training ground.

The Zhang family's training ground was much larger than the school's playground. Su Xingze estimated that these twenty laps covered about ten kilometers.

He watched the running group. The child wasn't the fastest among the Zhang family members, but he always stayed in the middle of the group, neither fast nor slow.

As they ran the last ten laps, the Zhang family children's breathing became heavier, and those who were physically weaker gradually fell behind. However, apart from their faces turning slightly red, the children's expressions remained calm and unhurried, and they seemed quite relaxed.

Su Xingze suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy next to the child, who was a head taller than him.

He sensed a malice directed at children from that person.

Under Su Xingze's watchful gaze, he saw the boy inadvertently extend his foot, intending to trip the child. Fortunately, the child reacted quickly and avoided his ambush.

Because of this action, the boy fell behind completely. Seeing the child who didn't react at all, the boy gritted his teeth in hatred, his malice intensifying.