The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 337 Preoccupied
On the evening of the third day of Pei Yunqing's birthday banquet, more than half of the people who came to congratulate him on his birthday left, and a small group of people stayed in Yunyingzong. They followed Pei Yunqing to Yunying Academy to watch tomorrow's class competition .

Mo Feifei was one of the students who participated in this competition. As the older brother, Mo Jinwen naturally stayed.

On Cangshan Mountain, the old man didn't seem to be in a hurry about the placement test. He chattered slowly and didn't come out of the room until night fell.

The three who had been waiting in the yard for a long time looked at him unrequitedly. The old man grinned and waved at them: "Let's go."

"Smelly old man, your movements are too slow. People from other peaks have already gone down."

"What's the rush? The placement test is not a competition for who gets there early."

The four of them went down the mountain path all the way, leaving no one behind on Cangshan Mountain, and all went to Yunying Academy.

The college was built a hundred meters away from the foot of the mountain, and the distance wasn't too far, but the road was rough and not easy to walk at night.

Fortunately, they are fairly familiar with the mountain roads, and walking down the road only took a little longer than during the day.

When I came to the college, tents had already been set up inside.

Because the accommodation in the academy is limited, except for a few heads of big families, everyone else and the students participating in the academy placement competition can only live in tents for one night.

Looking at the tents all over the floor, Bai Lan was immediately dumbfounded: "It's over, we didn't bring any tents."

"Don't worry, Master will definitely bring it."

"Hahaha, I still understand the old man." The old man smiled, raised his eyes and stroked his beard: "Let's go, let's set up a tent."

Several people walked forward, looking for a spacious open space.

Zhuo Hao walked last, with a lifeless face, as if his thoughts were not here at all.

The old man and Bai Lan were so focused on the tower tent that they didn't notice that his mood was very abnormal.

Jun Moli didn't notice what was wrong with him at first, he was just walking, and when he heard the footsteps behind him gradually moving away, he turned to look at Zhuo Hao behind him.

In the night, Zhuo Hao lowered his head and walked slowly forward, looking preoccupied.

"Has he been like this lately?"

Standing still in an open space, Jun Moli's gaze was locked on Zhuo Hao's body.

Hearing what she said, Bai Lan and the old man also followed her gaze, and seeing Zhuo Hao's distraught look, they both frowned slightly.

"Well, it's been like this since he woke up."

"This smelly scholar, I don't know what happened to him at the foot of the mountain. No matter how the girl asks him, he just doesn't say anything. I'm really anxious."

Listening to the words of the old man and Bai Lan, Jun Moli's face remained calm.

Seeing Zhuo Hao walking forward with his head down, completely oblivious to the fact that they were beside him, Jun Moli raised his hand and grabbed his arm: "Zhuo Hao."

"Well, Miss Jun, why haven't you slept yet?"

Looking at Jun Moli with a blank face, Zhuo Hao seemed to have no idea about setting up the tent.

Jun Moli looked at him for a moment, and asked without answering: "After you went down the mountain, where did you go to write and who did you meet?"

"I went to the Cheetah Mercenary Corps as Miss Jun said." Zhuo Hao paused suddenly, as if thinking of something, and raised his finger to the ring worn on Jun Moli's knuckle.

(End of this chapter)