Seeing Zhuri arrive on a motorcycle to take her home, wearing a metal mask, Yu Xunge kept her little face taut and put on a cool expression, trying hard not to laugh. She nodded reservedly. "Teacher, you're here."
Zhuri: ...
Yu Xunge flew onto the back seat. Remembering something she had thought of before, she complained, "Were the candies you sent me unsold stock from Rock Locust?"
"Were they tasty?"
"Not tasty! All my classmates said they were awful."
"Next time, you can give them to Tian Huhaoqi."
"I'm only in first grade. I still have six years of classes under her. Can I help you give them to her when I'm in seventh grade?"
"When you're in seventh grade, you can help me deliver something else."
Yu Xunge did not dare ask any further. She still wanted her diploma.
Zhuri did not ask where Mistblade had gone. Once they got home, she simply nailed another blank hexagonal wooden plaque beside the goblin-head ornament.
It was still a white wooden plaque with a ring of black shading around the edges. The color scheme was kind of impressive.
Whenever Yu Xunge passed that plaque, she could not help pondering a question: if a Moonfox's tail was cut off, could it grow back...
This was the second Winter Solstice Festival Yu Xunge had spent with Zhuri. Nothing special had happened, except there was one more Aihao.
The miniature little old lady seemed even busier than Zhuri. The day after the Winter Solstice Festival ended, she vanished.
Only Yu Xunge and Zhuri were left in the house again.
There were still over twenty days until school started after the Winter Solstice Festival, and Zhuri planned to reopen the Garbage Street enrichment classes.
But before they went to class on Garbage Street, Zhuri came