I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nandong has been cultivating even harder in preparation for the competition in ten days. He usually goes directly to the training ground after attending school in the morning and doesn't come back to the courtyard. As a result, Fan Zhiyi spends most of his time at home, with Xiao Hei occasionally keeping him company.

The courtyard has a separate small kitchen and food. When we came back from the sect leader's hall last time, the canteen was already out of food, so Bing Nan Dong cooked some plain noodles for Fan Zhi Yi, which tasted quite good.

Jing Bingnan explained that he sometimes forgets to practice and misses mealtimes at the canteen, so he eats in the small kitchen. Fan Zhiyi can use this place freely, and if he needs any ingredients, he can tell him and have his disciples bring them over.

Fan Zhiyi hadn't experienced staying at home for a long time. The day before, he trimmed the osmanthus flowers and put them in a vase in his room, which was pleasing to the eye.

It's worth mentioning that the original owner kept the room very clean, and the bookshelf was filled with many different types of books, showing that he was a very ambitious young man.

Fan Zhiyi also wanted to see Xiaobao, but Bing Nandong was always busy lately and Fan Zhiyi didn't want to bother him. He couldn't find the way based on Bing Nandong's description, and he was still not very comfortable walking around Tianyun Gate alone. He was afraid that he might run into some of Bing Nandong's brainless fans and get beaten up. So he had no choice but to stay in the courtyard every day and not go out of the gate.

Although he no longer needed to go to school, Bing Nandong still made sure he could read. Before going out during the day, he would read a few pages of books to him, and Fan Zhiyi would write the simplified characters on a piece of white paper next to him with a brush, and then he would compare them with his own reading.

In addition, Fan Zhiyi also put training on his schedule to improve his physical fitness. Seeing how motivated he was, Bing Nandong even taught him a sword technique, though he didn't learn it.

I overheard Bing Nandong mention the original owner of this body. Although he couldn't learn magic, his swordsmanship and movement skills were quite good. He could almost fight to a draw with the disciples of this sect without using magic. This was all the result of the original owner's diligent practice day after day.

No wonder Fan Zhiyi felt like he was running pretty fast when he was escaping, and his legs felt really strong; it was all thanks to the original owner of this body.

Overall, Fan Zhiyi has been living a regular life these days, cooking for himself and his cat every day, then sunbathing and taking afternoon naps, and he is living a very comfortable life.

Sometimes when Bing Nandong returned, it would coincide with Fan Zhiyi's mealtime. Fan Zhiyi would warmly invite him, and Bing Nandong would sit down and start eating without hesitation.

Bing Nandong made no comment on Fan Zhiyi's cooking, since Fan Zhiyi never expected Bing Nandong to praise him.

However, there was one thing that bothered Fan Zhiyi: he noticed that Bing Nandong would always secretly look at him. He would glance at him from time to time when he was playing with the cat, when he was eating, and even when he was reading to him in the morning, he would secretly glance at him.

Fan Zhiyi felt increasingly sorry for Bingnan's unrequited love. Anyway, it wouldn't hurt him to look at her, so he thought, "Let her look."

This can't go on indefinitely. Once he's sure he can survive in this world, he should just reveal that he's not the original owner. In the meantime, he should just play it by ear. It sounds immoral, but everyone has to look out for themselves.

Fan Zhiyi sighed, placed the book on his face, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

Xiao Hei, who had been playing wildly somewhere, suddenly jumped onto Fan Zhiyi's lap.

Fan Zhiyi had gotten used to his cat's personality, which was similar to that of a scumbag. He would come to him when he needed something, and pester Bing Nandong when he didn't. Now, he was probably tired from playing and felt comfortable using Fan Zhiyi's legs as a cushion to lie down for a while.

And in the first few days, Xiao Hei would bring Fan Zhiyi some things every day... well, let's just call them gifts for now.

There were huge spiders, small snakes and all sorts of insects. At that time, Bing Nandong was not there, and Fan Zhiyi was so frightened that he screamed and dared not go back to his room. He insisted on waiting for Bing Nandong to come back and beg him to help him look for them in his room and throw them out.

Fan Zhiyi reprimanded him several times, but Xiao Hei just scratched his body with his feet and didn't listen at all. He continued to do whatever he wanted, acting as if he had to accept whatever his master gave him.

In the end, it was Bing Nan Dong who had to take action. He only disciplined Xiao Hei once, and Xiao Hei never misbehaved again.

Fan Zhiyi sighed, "What a cowardly cat!"

Bing Nandong has been troubled by several things lately. First, there are the few pages of news about the Ghost Gate and several letters that he found at the Xue residence. Second, there is the competition in a few days. Third, Fan Zhiyi has been visiting him a lot lately.

Thinking about it carefully, this might not have happened recently. He had caught Fan Zhiyi staring at him openly several times before, but recently it has become even more intense. In addition to looking directly, he also looks secretly.

For example, when he was practicing swordsmanship, he noticed that Fan Zhiyi would secretly peek at him, but when he caught him, he pretended nothing had happened and continued reading.

For example, when I read to him in the morning, he wouldn't look at the book but stare at me, as if I had words written on his face. I had to speak up to remind him because I couldn't stand his gaze anymore before he would react.

In addition, occasionally when he returned to the courtyard, he would run into Fan Zhiyi, who would invite him to dinner. Bing Nandong originally wanted to refuse, but when he met the other party's bright, expectant eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say it and had no choice but to sit down.

In addition, Fan Zhiyi would show him the newly made pastries late at night. Fan Zhiyi said that these were experimental products. Although Bing Nandong was not very willing to try them because of their appearance, he was still being stared at by those eyes. In the end, Bing Nandong took a bite and then refused to touch them again.

Even so, Fan Zhiyi still enjoyed researching pastries and was happy to let him try them.

Fan Zhiyi trimmed the osmanthus flowers he brought back from Youshan Temple and gave him half to put in his room.

Bing Nan Dong refused directly, and then saw a look of disappointment on the other person's face. So he could only hold out his hand to indicate that the other person should give him the flowers. Then Fan Zhi Yi would smile at him, and it was a silly smile.

Strangely, Bing Nandong felt that he was in a good mood, and he quite enjoyed being with Fan Zhiyi, which made him wonder if he had taken the wrong medicine.

Bing Nandong sighed, pushed open the door and entered the courtyard. He found Fan Zhiyi slumped in a chair, basking in the sun, his hands hanging limply, while Xiao Hei lazily curled up on his lap, a picture of serene tranquility.

He walked over and stared at him for a while, then took the book off Fan Zhiyi's face and shielded him from the strong sunlight with his hand: "Slacking off here again?"

Fan Zhiyi was really sleepy; the sun was shining so brightly that it was almost too easy to fall asleep.

He shielded his eyes from the light, squinted at the person, then closed them again: "Why are you back so early today? Aren't you going to continue your cultivation?"

“Not today,” Bing Nandong replied, withdrawing his hand. Then, staring intently at Xiao Hei, he said with great seriousness, “It seems Xiao Hei has brought you something back again.”

"Holy crap!" Hearing this, Fan Zhiyi was immediately jolted back to his senses. He jumped up from his chair and shook his clothes. Xiao Hei was startled by the shaking and nimbly fell into Bing Nandong's arms.

Fan Zhiyi patted the clothes for a long time before realizing there was nothing there. He looked at Bing Nandong and saw that the other party was smiling, with Xiao Hei meowing in his arms.

Fan Zhiyi: "..."