Chen Shu lay in the bathtub, his eyes closed as he rested.
Come to think of it, Zhang Suannai's talent and opportunities were no joke—
Although she was a year ahead of Ning Qing, she had skipped a grade and was actually a little younger. Her birthday seemed to fall during summer vacation. Even in the Ancient Cultivator Group, she counted as one of the youngest. Without exaggeration, she was the youngest High Tier Cultivator in history.
She was also the first, and so far the only, person to reach High Tier before graduating from university.
Once this generation of geniuses had passed, if the Deities did not continue the Emergency Talent Cultivation Program, there might not be another High Tier cultivator in their twenties or thirties for many years to come.
They would have to be at least in their fifties or sixties.
"Splash..."
Chen Shu scooped up some hot water and poured it over the part of his neck above the surface, sending up a clear splash.
In a daze, he remembered his freshman year. He had been lying right here when Ning Qing saw him completely naked. Now she was outside, probably lying quietly in bed with a book, waiting for him to finish so he could hold her as they slept.
I'll have to find a way to get her to bathe with me someday.
"Splash, splash..."
Water churned noisily.
Chen Shu stood, opened the bathtub drain, dried himself with a towel, changed into a tank top and shorts, and went out.
Only the bedside lamp was on in the bedroom.
The scene looked exactly as he had pictured it. Ning Qing sat propped against the headboard, the pillow behind her already squashed out of shape. The quilt over her looked astonishingly fluffy and soft, and