An You's Tonsillitis

It was the middle of October. The golden autumn was crisp, making it a completely ordinary day.

As soon as An Yang put down his phone, he saw Comrade Xiao Qian walk over from the kitchen with a rag.

He hurriedly stood up. I'll get it, I'll get it!

"No!" Comrade Xiao Qian frowned, dodging his hand as he reached for the rag, and instead bent down to wipe the table.

She only left An Yang sitting nearby and curling his lips in resignation.

He truly felt like he had become a disabled person...

He could only sigh. Comrade Xiao Qian had been in this world for over a year now, and while it seemed she had integrated with the real world in all respects, some things deeply ingrained in her bones simply could not be changed.

Just as the tabletop was wiped clean, Xiaochán walked over holding a dish.

Saying her body was shorter than the table was an exaggeration; she was actually just a tiny bit taller than it. But watching her hold a large plate of food and carry it to the table made An Yang genuinely nervous, terrified that her hands might shake the moment she raised the dishes over her head to place them down, spilling all the scalding food straight onto her own head.

Fortunately, the remaining two female demons helped out sensibly, and even the usually slow-witted Rabbit Demon was no exception.

That left only An Yang sitting dazedly on the couch, feeling as though he were already hemmed in by hemiplegia.

Having enjoyed a wonderful meal, An Yang received two consecutive text messages from Ji Weiwei, which suddenly made him realize that in a few days, it would be his alma mater's centenary anniversary.

The alma mater referred to here was Yizhou