April 17, Thursday.
The day of the school anniversary celebration was drawing ever closer.
The school's tai chi training had already covered all Twelve Forms.
In the days ahead, the students would repeatedly practice tai chi until they became proficient, preparing to perform before leaders from all sides and distinguished alumni.
Xue Yuantong had originally planned to ask Jiang Ning about tai chi, then shock everyone with her skills. Yet every time she went to Jiang Ning's room at night, she found all sorts of excuses to put it off.
For example, she had just taken a bath and had no strength, or she was exhausted from studying and wanted to play games to relax.
Xue Yuantong had once worried that she would not be able to learn tai chi.
Who would have thought that Shan Qingrong told her the day before yesterday that she would not need to take part in the performance? She would instead go onstage as the representative of the first-year students and deliver a speech.
Ever since then, Xue Yuantong had been floating on air.
She no longer attended tai chi training, making her classmates envious.
After school that afternoon, while the other students gathered downstairs to practice tai chi, Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong headed for the bike shed, planning to go home for dinner.
Jiang Ning had given the spiritual rice to Aunt Gu in advance, and they were having rice for dinner.
In April, night fell very late.
When Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong arrived home, it was still light out.
Aunt Gu was not waiting for them at the entrance. Jiang Ning swept the area with his Spiritual Sense and found her stir-frying in the kitchen.
Jiang Ning left his Mountain Bike by the door so he could ride it