Chapter 1652 - 300:

"You can get in, sis."

Li Zhiyuan could only ease Yingzi's pressure a little, playing the role of a good-luck mascot.

"Mm, I feel really energized right now. When the exam comes, I'll definitely give it a big push!"

Yingzi clenched her fist, like she was making a vow.

Brother Liang had said that universities would definitely expand enrollment in the future, but for now college students were still very valuable, and getting into college really could visibly change a person's fate.

All the dishes had been brought to the table. Before they started eating, Li Zhiyuan first took a bowl, picked some dishes into it, then put them into a basket and covered them with an empty bowl to keep them warm.

After that, the dinner table was very lively.

Zhao Yi, giving them a lot of face, talked about what he'd seen and experienced wandering all over the country. Not only the adults, even the kids listened with keen interest.

Even Yingzi, after finishing her meal, didn't rush off the table to go back to review like she usually did, but stayed to listen a bit longer.

Li Zhiyuan noticed that in Yingzi's gaze toward Zhao Yi, there was a hint of admiration.

It was exactly the age when feelings first bud; facing someone who had "saved" her, and that person was not only handsome but also humorous and witty—developing a fondness was the most natural thing in the world.

However, in the latter half of the meal, when Zhao Yi started talking about his "four sons" and "two wives," he not only shocked Li Weihan and Cui Guiying, he also conveniently nipped the girl's budding crush in the bud.

After eating, Li Zhiyuan picked up the basket and went back to Big Beard's house.

"Alii, time to eat."

After Alii went to wash her hands, she sat with the boy on the ridge of the medicine field.

Li Zhiyuan took the food out of the basket. There was no table, so he held the dishes up for the girl to pick from more easily.

The fireflies all around kept just the right distance, bright enough, yet not disturbing.

After they finished eating, Li Zhiyuan held the girl's hand and took her home, sending her back to the East Room.

In the coffin in the living room, only Run Sheng was sleeping, snoring loudly.

In Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou's coffins, there was a faint glow of light.

The two of them were pretending to sleep, but were actually studying inside the coffins by lamplight.

When he reached the second floor, Li Zhiyuan saw Grandmaster lying on his stomach on the wicker chair.

"Grandmaster?"

"I slept too much in the daytime, so I'm not sleepy now. Came out to get some air. Little Yuanhou, is Ying Hou sick?"

"Yeah, but she's better now."

"There's money in my drawer. Take some and buy her some malted milk or something, to nourish her brain. Don't say it's from me."

"Okay."

The night breeze ruffled Grandmaster's hair. When a person is ill, their hair always looks more messy and lifeless, like fluffy straw.

Li Zhiyuan didn't plan to wait and see if he would dream tonight. Right in front of Grandmaster, the boy went downstairs and fetched paint and candles.

Going into Grandmaster's room, Li Zhiyuan began to draw the transformation array.

In the boy's mind were images of the arrays Grandmaster had drawn before—many different sets, each one different from the others.

But Li Zhiyuan didn't pick one of them to copy; instead, he drew the most standard version from the book.

From the perspective of Li Zhiyuan's current mastery of arrays, this standard array had been wrong from the very beginning. It had problems in its underlying structure and could not possibly operate successfully.

Either the author who transcribed the arrays into the Golden Sand Luo Wen Scripture made mistakes while copying, or for this transformation array to work at all… it already required luck.

Just as he finished drawing and lit the candles, Grandmaster, supporting his waist, slowly walked back. Seeing this scene, he frowned and asked:

"Little Yuanhou, what are you doing?"

"Grandmaster, you haven't been feeling well lately, right? I'm doing what you used to do, helping you change your fortune."

"Little Yuanhou, and you call yourself a college student—how can you still believe in this feudal superstition stuff?"

"Believe it or not, it's already drawn. Trying won't cost us anything."

"Grandmaster's already half in the ground. How could I take your luck, child? It's inauspicious, don't mess around."

"Grandmaster, do you still remember what you said about my grandpa and grandma? A junior's filial piety should be gladly accepted, so the junior can also be happy."

Li Sanjiang was choked by that. After a long moment, he nodded: "Alright then, Grandmaster will go along with you."

"Grandmaster, let me help you sit inside first, like we did back then."

With Li Zhiyuan supporting him, Li Sanjiang slowly sat down inside the array—but he couldn't sit all the way, his butt had to stick out a bit.

"Grandmaster, wait a moment, I'm going downstairs to get a piece of Yellow Paper."

Li Zhiyuan walked out of the room.

A gratified smile appeared on Li Sanjiang's weak face:

"I know the boy's filial heart, but Little Yuanhou, Grandmaster only needs you to live well. No matter if it's real or not, whether it works or not, Grandmaster could never take what's yours. Grandmaster only worries that what he can give you isn't enough…"

As he spoke, Li Sanjiang deliberately wiped away one corner of the array with his hand, then picked up the paint beside him and casually smeared it back on. Finally, he put the paint box and brush back where they were, making sure the boy wouldn't notice anything when he returned.

After finishing the sabotage, Li Sanjiang let out a sigh of relief, a triumphant smile appearing on his face:

"Heh, this way it definitely won't work."

On one side of the doorway, Li Zhiyuan stood with his back against the wall. He hadn't gone downstairs.

With a flick of his hand, a finely made piece of Yellow Paper appeared in his palm.

"Mm, this way it'll definitely work."