30: C30 Learn Well and Cultivate Your Body and Mind

C30 Learn Well and Cultivate Your Body and Mind

His fiancee seems to be quite...

After all, fighting isn't something to be proud of for a girl.

Bo Qian threw the key to her, grabbed his coat, and walked towards the door. "Go and drive."

Mu Shinian caught the key and walked towards the garage speechlessly.

Fiancé? Why did she feel like a maid?

...

The next day.

Bo Qian woke up early in the morning. After getting dressed, he went to the bookstore with the housekeeper.

Bo Qian went to the bookstore. This matter was quite horrifying.

The poor old housekeeper drifted along the way. When he arrived at the bookshop, he was like an old hen protecting its calf. He was careful to prevent some girls who did not have eyes from secretly approaching his young master!

Bo Qian was picking books in front of the bookshelf. If anyone caught his eye, he would take them and throw them to the butler.

After a while, the housekeeper's hands were filled with a set of five-year college entrance exam and three-year simulation exercises, as well as a book on Max's philosophy theory system?!

"Young master, what are you buying these for?"

"These, you don't need them anymore."

Could it be that their young master plans to slaughter his way back to high school and earn points again? But he already has no room to farm points! Unless the total score was set once again!

Bo Qian's finger, which had clear joints, swiped across a row of scriptures. Finally, it stopped on a Buddhist scripture. He took it off and threw it to the butler. "Cultivate your body and mind."

The butler was shocked. Tears immediately flowed down his old face. "Young Master, you finally... you're finally willing to turn back!"

"It is not me, it is Mu Shinian." Bo Qian's expression did not change, "When I turn back, it is still the abyss."

The butler frowned with heartache. "Young Master, you."

"Alright, give it to her." Bo Qian put his hands in his pockets and swept his gaze across a row of exquisite and beautiful stationery. Finally, he picked up a pen with rabbit ears and said, "Don't say that I gave it to her."

The butler wanted to say something but hesitated a few times. He sighed and went to pay the bill without saying a word.

...

When Mu Shinian received this special gift, she was also a little stunned.

The butler licked his old face and braced himself as he righteously explained, "You are 18 years old and are about to take the college entrance exam. How can you think of fighting and killing every day? This will affect your studies! Let me tell you, you have to change your mindset. Learn what a human philosophical person thinks!"

Mu Shinian hugged the pile of books and did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Then thank you."

"You are welcome." The butler wiped the sweat on his forehead and patted her shoulder, as if he was coaxing a child, "Little Shinian, be good and study well. Be a good person and accompany young master well in the future."

... ""

She could reject it.

Mu Shinian carried a pile of books back to the classroom.

Ye Ling was shocked, "Are you trying to become the top scorer of the college entrance examination?"

Mu Shinian hummed and casually flipped open a book. She glanced at the childish questions on the book and was not in the mood.2

Ye Ling gave her a thumbs up, "Don't worry, if you don't understand, I will help you tutor!"

"Thank you." Mu Shinian revealed a slight smile.

Ye Ling generously waved her hand, "You are welcome!"

The classroom door was pushed open.

The originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet.

The form teacher looked angry and walked towards the last row of seats. He then patted the table and said, "Mu Shinian, come here."

Ye Ling thought of what happened yesterday and her face turned pale as she looked at Mu Shinian worriedly.

Could it be that she was exposed?

Mu Shinian acknowledged and calmly followed behind the form teacher.

Ye Ling hurriedly grabbed her hand, "Shinian, this..."

"It's fine." Mu Shinian withdrew her hand and walked out of the classroom with a normal expression.

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