Is what you're learning correct?

Chapter 31 The Flowers for Myself and the Turtle You Gave Me

That evening, Shan Heman, dressed in a slightly small black cotton coat, was battling fiercely with the thermos in her hand against the cold wind.

A clear, straight, dark ridge meanders out into the moonlight, forming bright, rounded hills. There are cart tracks and human tracks on both sides of the hills. The human tracks are still patches of ice spreading out, with clear scratches from shoe soles visible on them, providing only friction and nothing else.

Pushing aside the heavy triple curtains, a wave of heat hits you.

The huge girls' dormitory was empty, with only a few lights still on in the dormitories of Class Zero. The empty and quiet corridor was filled with heat, and the fine dust rising from the underfloor heating tumbled endlessly under the lights.

"Oh, you're back, girl?" The dormitory auntie greeted her warmly, casually stuffing a handful of sunflower seeds, peanuts, and flaky candy into Shan Heman's coat pocket. "Going home again tomorrow?"

Dan Heman paused, then nodded awkwardly, giving a heavy-voiced "Mmm," before quickly adding, "Thank you, Auntie!"

She doesn't go home.

The aunt was still the same aunt. She had seen Shan Heman's pitifully small amount of luggage when she came. This well-behaved and beautiful daughter made her feel so sorry for her, and her eyes were full of doting affection.

"Hurry up and go up. Oh, by the way, the dorm cafeteria is open until 11:40 today. They have handmade noodles and dumplings, and you can pay with your campus card. We can't eat instant noodles when we're hungry, that's not exactly a proper meal!"

"Thank you, Auntie!"

"This child..."

By the time Shan Heman reached the third floor, she was drenched in sweat and had to open her down jacket beforehand, panting heavily. As she pushed open the dormitory door, Liu Lan greeted her with a grin: "Man, you're back~"

Dan Heman asked, "Why aren't you going home? Oh, you're going to go online with them later..."

"I'm not going. I got some grilled skewers, cough, I mean I got some hot grilled lamb skewers while hunting in the wild." Liu Lan took the thermos and put it on the ground. "Tomorrow we'll just go find the madman."

Dan Heman lowered his head: "Go ahead..."

Liu Lan stared wide-eyed: "Oh, then I'll leave, but I'll leave the skewers?"

"No, no..." Shan Heman said hurriedly, "I'm really not scared. I've often been home alone since I was little, so..."

Liu Lan was completely stunned.

If this were in the Northeast, my son might just be my son, but as the eldest daughter, my power is limitless. The children picked up by their parents range in age from just learning to walking to ninety-nine. Liu Lan has never heard of anyone leaving their daughter alone at home. Seriously, aren't these parents incredibly stubborn? Aren't they afraid of being expelled from the family genealogy and having their ancestral graves smoldering?

"What do you mean by often being home alone... Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"fine..."

After washing up, Shan Heman stood on the balcony and hung up the few pieces of clothing she had washed. Suddenly, she saw a teacher dragging a suitcase out of the faculty dormitory across the street. He was dejectedly wiping away tears and walking away with two people who were obviously his parents. Before leaving, he threw a bag of trash next to the trash can downstairs, which landed with a thud in the compacted snowdrift.

"Liu Lan?"

"Um?"

"It looks like that teacher just threw a potted plant!"

"Well... hey... where are you going?"

"I'll pick it up!"

"What?! My...ancestor...you just washed your hair! Your hat! Your clothes! This stuff is all cold!"

A little while later, Shan Heman came in, beaming with joy, carrying a red clay flowerpot. She was shivering from the cold, her face turning from deathly pale to flushed, panting heavily: "Look!"

Liu Lan was speechless: "What is this?"

"A rose!" Shan Heman exclaimed happily, "I saw it from upstairs just now, and it really is a rose! It's not dead yet, its leaves have just withered from winter dormancy!"

"You know how to grow flowers? Wait, your hand looks like it's bleeding! And your clothes are all dirty?"

"I accidentally pricked myself." Shan Heman tilted her head, closed her eyes, and put her index finger in her mouth to suck on it. "I used to have a potted plant, but my mom killed it when I was boarding at school."

"Oh, then I'll pry the little turtle that's frozen on the balcony off and bury it in this pot for you, it'll make the soil fertile!" Liu Lan blurted out, "My daughter may be silly, but she'll live as long as a turtle! Wait, wait a minute, oops, oops, oops, of course not this one, get a grip!"

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There was another reason why Lu Chi didn't come to class.

"Feed?"

"People coming and going? What nonsense about the production team... This isn't a tourist attraction... I'm... I'm Lu Chi... Wait, who are you going to say you are?"

"Alright, you guys wait here!"

In the morning, Wei Shuang was in good condition, or rather, he was now more suited to be a real doctor than to continue seeing a veterinarian on the mountain. So after Lu Chi finished his phone call, Wei Hongbing and his large group were forced to enjoy the top-level treatment of being carried in a car by hand, even though they didn't really want to leave.

but...

However, Lu Chi really didn't want to do this kind of messy part-time job. It was unprofessional, troublesome, and didn't reflect any martial virtue. He was more than happy to take the opportunity to get rid of that awkward old man. Go, go, get out of here, take a taxi and get out.

Lu Chi took his beloved truck out of the warehouse. It was a 484-horsepower vehicle with a 20-ton cab, a 6-cylinder engine, a 6-liter displacement, a 1500-liter main-secondary-secondary fuel tank, and a single front wheel that was taller than a person. It had double rear wheels, a front-mounted armored plowshare-shaped heavy shovel, an adaptive electric air suspension seat, a high-pressure common rail fuel system, a bypass valve turbocharger, and three load operation modes: light, medium, and heavy. It was a muscle car in the physical sense. Yes, only sissies drive pickup trucks and go off-roading; real men should go straight for tractors.

Two long truck beds with simple plastic canopies were attached, but they were still worried that it wouldn't be enough, so they attached another 12-meter section, making it look like a small train.

"This...this car..."

"Get in, get in, sit in the front, don't throw up in my truck bed!"

The Wei family quickly understood why this guy said that. High-horsepower tractors are designed for heavy loads. These things, with their handmade custom-made truck beds, might not even bother to use the bow springs when half-loaded, let alone when basically unloaded.

With a large shovel at the front, they effortlessly tore through the thick snow crust on the road. They ran along the mountain road, not particularly fast, but enough to shake one's brains, make one's intestines knotted, and even shake one's bile out. If it weren't for the clear path behind them where they could breathe fresh air, they probably wouldn't have had much of their breakfast left after running through the three mountain ridges.

When we got off the bus, everyone's legs were weak and their bodies were swaying.

A long line of cars had already formed at the intersection at the foot of the mountain, stretching all the way into the village. The Wei family members, with a sense of superiority as elders and pioneers, clicked their tongues in delight: "Are they here to see Master Lu too?"

Wei Rui, with her sharp eyes, struggled to hold the large orange cat in one arm while snapping photos with the other: "Mommy, Mommy, that car, that black one, that nanny van is so expensive! Some celebrities like to use that kind of car!"

"That van-shaped one isn't cheap either. I remember your dad has a friend whose kid has the exact same one!" Han Qian nodded, seeing that someone had already gotten out of the van and was walking this way, so she tugged at Xi Ran, who was still skillfully wrestling with the young driver, and winked at her: "Sister-in-law, the young driver has important business to attend to here. Let's put it away. Besides, isn't Uncle always here?"

Xi Ran was drenched in sweat. She glanced back and gritted her teeth, realizing she couldn't be polite anymore: "Master Lu, you don't have to accept our small token of appreciation, but what about those men who carried us up the mountain with all their might?"

Lu Chi clicked his tongue, inwardly complaining that none of these people were locals from Yanchuan, yet they were so argumentative. He wondered if they'd all learned from Lao Deng—a bunch of scoundrels. He impatiently waved them away, saying, "Isn't the car parked there? You can discuss it yourselves when you get it. I really have important business to attend to!"

Having finally shaken off the Sticky-Toothed Guards, several people from the convoy behind them came over. As they passed each other, they couldn't help but glance at the person being carried on the stretcher. Then, one of the people wearing a colorful caterpillar scarf spoke in Bo Chunyu's voice: "Brother Lu Chi! Sister is back again!"

"Your production team is so careless! How come you keep making the same mistakes over and over again..." Lu Chi couldn't help but complain, "Wasn't the lesson from Yakutsk enough? Are we going to do it again?"

Bo Chunyu broke down on the spot: "Hey, hey, what are you saying? Our director and producer are here!"

"This car??" A man and a woman took off their gloves, shivering as they stretched out their hands to Lu Chi. "Ouch, it's so cold! Hello, Teacher Lu! Hello, Teacher Lu—"

"I'm a student, you don't need to call me that."

"A master is a teacher, especially since you saved our entire group! Teacher Caiyan said she had already spoken with you beforehand, and this isn't the place to talk. How about we go up the mountain and discuss this further?"

"..."

The mountain roads are traversed in hours, and the population is in the dozens, so yes, the director and producer had to weld this situation shut on the spot.

This was personally instructed by Sister Bo.

Their show wasn't designed to promote Bo Caiyan. There were no behind-the-scenes manipulations, and no one brought their own funding to the production. The entire production team was actually Bo Caiyan's, and she brought her own resources to help them.

In fact, when they learned that Sister Bo had suddenly lost contact due to a blizzard on her way to the filming location, they felt like the sky had fallen. They spent a whole day at the Daxueshan Resort, running around like ants on fire. When they finally saw her again, she was already in a hospital in China. The entire production team, along with the company and investors, received a full range of warnings and penalties before they were suddenly thrown into this situation, completely bewildered.

Clever.

The main selling point is an unbridled obedience.

Encountering such a powerful figure in reality, it's not shameful to fawn over her no matter what, especially since Sister Bo is willing to continue mentoring them despite past grievances. The most valuable thing about a person is self-awareness.

Holding grass?

My ancestors!

Why did you get off the bus, Sister Bo?

The director and producer, who was quite well-known in the variety show industry, panicked and pleaded like a eunuch's daughter: "Teacher Caiyan, Teacher Caiyan, your injury hasn't fully healed yet, you can't act rashly, the weather is so cold!"

"Director Shen, Producer Long..." Bo Caiyan, bundled up tightly, nodded in greeting, then skipped over to Lu Chi and gave him a big hug: "Lu Chi! Aren't you surprised? I told you I'd be back!"

The two layers of down, probably three or four layers thick, were squeezed together loosely, slowly, slowly, slowly flattening from more than half a meter thick to the thickness of two people. The slight rustling of the fabric and the sound of air leaking out seemed particularly comical.

Lu Chi took a step back expressionlessly: "Who are you?"

"Ah, you, you..." Bo Caiyan didn't dare remove the several layers of protective gear covering her face to glare at him, but instead turned around defiantly to introduce him to Director Shen Long, saying, "Lu Chi! This is my savior!"

"Uh-huh!"

Director Shen looked up at the snow-covered Lonely Mountain, then at the young Lu Chi, and his mind conjured up some kind of tale of a reclusive master—

This likely refers to frostbite treatment?

It doesn't look quite right!

However, judging from Teacher Caiyan's face, everything makes sense now. She truly deserves the title of savior!

Teacher Caiyan recovered so quickly and well. If such a medicine really existed, shouldn't I try to get some myself? If it ever came in handy, it could directly save the career of an artist in the industry. I really want to improve!

Lu Chi exchanged a few words with Bo Caiyan and Bo Chunyu: "Let's go up first and then talk about it. Are you planning to leave your car in the village or go back to Yanchuan?"

"It's all fine, they'll figure it out themselves, and the production team needs to be able to coordinate as needed..." Producer Long said, "My team and I might have to stay in Yanchuan to do some other work..."

How much luggage do you have?

With five artists, five teams, and the production crew, each person had an average of 2-4 suitcases. The artists themselves had anywhere from 5 to 8 suitcases. Add to that all sorts of equipment, and Lu Chi even felt that hanging three train carriages on his luggage was a bit too conservative.

Everything from the people to the equipment was precious and couldn't be bumped or touched. In the end, we had to ask Eighth Master to gather protective gear such as tarpaulins, ropes, and quilts from the entire village. Just loading them onto the truck took a full hour and a half. Even so, the cameramen and post-production staff were still wearing their masks of pain, so much so that they were unwilling to get into the first two truck beds. They were determined to live and die with their equipment, even though the equipment itself had built-in protective measures and was protected by layers upon layers of protection.

"Are you sure?" Lu Chi offered his final, albeit unpleasant, piece of advice: "This kind of trailer is different from the ones you ride in; it gets bumpier the further back you go!"

have to.

Then it's even more important that the tower remains standing.

Unable to persuade them, Lu Chi turned his attention to the crowd: "Cover yourselves up tightly with the quilts and tarpaulins, it's very cold. When you sit, try to stay close to the front of the truck bed, sit firmly and hold on tight. The front guardrail is high, so if it tips over, those who aren't thrown out won't be hit."

"what?"

"I mean the worst-case scenario, with double tires. In my more than ten years of driving experience, I've never rolled over."

"..."

"Teacher Caiyan's injury hasn't fully healed yet, so let her and Teacher Chunyu sit in the front. I think there should be enough room for two more people in the driver's seat..." Director Shen handed Lu Chi a walkie-talkie: "Um, Teacher Lu, please take this; it'll make communication easier later. Shall we set off?"

"Set off!"

The car was a massive behemoth, over seven meters long and nearly five meters wide with dual tires. There wasn't much space in the driver's cab. Apart from the driver's seat, which offered a somewhat comfortable experience, the other seats were modified. Behind his sunglasses, Bo Caiyan secretly sized up the driver, and a smile crept onto his lips.

The driver's cab is air-conditioned.

The only minor flaw was that the soundproofing wasn't complete, and getting on the bus was like climbing a mountain. Lu Chi had to pull them up to get them to sit there, and the roar and vibration of the diesel engine created a strange sense of dizziness, which made Bo Caiyan and Bo Chunyu, who spent their days traveling by plane, feel a little uncomfortable.

"Hehe, village guardian, Mr. Lu!"

"What did you say?"

Bo Caiyan continued her attempt to communicate, teasing, "My benefactor!"

"What?"

Bo Chunyu: "What mountain peak?"

They were all from Baotou. After several rounds of ineffective communication, Bo Caiyan and Bo Chunyu turned their attention to the outside of the driver's seat. Their eyes brushed away the thin layer of frost, and all they could see was snow and rime, with the sky blue and the ground white.