Chapter 46 Part 1
‘They didn’t say Teacher Yang could still assign homework after going to the underworld!’ The little white snake shuddered.
When the little ghost died, it was young, and the little white snake could still bully it. But facing Yang Xing, it became the one being bullied. After all, he was an educated ghost, the little white snake couldn’t even understand his insults.
The little white snake immediately looked at Xi Xi, who said, ‘I finished it.’
The little white snake was shocked. ‘Xi Xi, you don’t even have hands, how did you finish it?’
It could at least shapeshift into a human boy and write, but Xi Xi couldn’t even speak human language, let alone shapeshift.
The little gray snake, using its elegant tail to pick up a french fry as a demonstration, said, ‘I finished it like this.’
The little white snake’s eyes almost popped out of its head. ‘…’
Was it necessary to be so diligent?! They were snakes! They didn’t need to take college entrance exams!
Xi Xi, a traitor to their student class, secretly doing homework!
The little white snake heard Yang Xing’s angry roar from the phone, his voice incredibly irritable.
‘Don’t ever tell anyone you’re my student! You’re a disgrace!’
‘So what if I’m scolding you? Saying I have no manners? I’m a ghost! What manners do I need?! Back in my day, we had corporal punishment!’
Wu Heng, amused, placed the phone in front of the two cowering snakes. Go and receive your education!
He would burn more joss paper for Yang Xing as tuition fees and let Teacher Yang continue his online classes.
The little white snake whimpered, “My underling Lai Jun, that Yin messenger, is so useless, can’t he pull some strings and get him reincarnated earlier? I’ll scold him for not working hard enough on his promotion.”
As long as he wasn’t the one tutoring elementary school students, watching others suffer was always entertaining. Wu Heng leaned back in his chair, chuckling.
“Your house has access to the ghost internet. I’ll come over more often, to improve the future Well Dragon King and the young lady’s education,” Wu Heng said with a smile, his eyes gleaming.
Wu Heng finally understood why he liked visiting the Shi residence, his father worked there, his goddaughter could attend online classes there. Although he could also access the ghost internet from Nan Nuo village, the 5G connection wasn’t very good.
Everything made sense.
“Good, we’re both doing this for the children, so you should come often,” said Shi Xuan, the godfather of the two snakes, nodding in agreement.
Parents always prioritized their children’s education.
Godfathers were also parents.
Yang Xing, pausing his scolding of the little white snake, scratched his head, looking at the two young men, slightly confused.
There was an… ambiguous vibe… ignoring the snakes’ plight.
Then he dismissed the thought, they were both men.
Shi Xuan put the little white snake, Xi Xi, and the phone with the ongoing online class into the snake enclosure. The room, no longer filled with Yang Xing’s angry ranting, was much quieter.
As Wu Heng ate a strawberry shortcake, Shi Xuan pushed a black card towards him, noticing his puzzled look.
Shi Xuan explained, “I made some money from the stock market thanks to you, from that Lu Guoliang incident.”
Wu Heng picked up the sleek black card, examining it, and asked in surprise, “So this is my share? I just gave a consultation, and you made money from it?”
Having come from ancient times, Wu Heng didn’t understand modern financial concepts like stocks and wasn’t sure how Shi Xuan made the money.
Shi Xuan’s eyes were gentle. He said softly, “Yes, you’re my lucky star.”
Wu Heng’s hand, holding the small cake, trembled slightly. This was an unfamiliar term. In ancient times, people feared shaman doctors, associating them with disasters, illnesses, and death.
This person called him a lucky star, a term so foreign and unimaginable, yet tonight, it felt strangely fitting.
Wu Heng leaned against the desk, looking at Shi Xuan, his shadow falling over him.
If he had met him earlier, perhaps he wouldn’t be so alone, he would have a close friend who understood him.
Shi Xuan added, “The PIN is my birthday.”
Wu Heng didn’t know Shi Xuan’s birthday, so he asked, and after getting the answer, he nodded, “I’ll need this next year then, I’m turning eighteen in a few months.”
Shi Xuan lowered his eyes, also anticipating his entry into adulthood.
“By the way, want to earn some more?” Wu Heng put the black card into his pocket and asked.
Shi Xuan was saving money to leave the Shi family, but being a high school senior, he couldn’t start a business yet, so he had been investing in the stock market.
Seeing his interest, Wu Heng took out the invitation. “Here.”
Shi Xuan, after all, was the Shi family’s young master, although not favored, he was still part of that circle and had heard about this.
“It’s called a symposium on difficult and complicated diseases, but actually, it’s a consultation for Mr. Zhao.”
“This old gentleman is a renowned philanthropist, he…” Shi Xuan trailed off.
He vaguely understood.
“Since you’re planning to attend this symposium, why don’t you stay the night?”
Chengde Medical Clinic was a ten-minute walk from the well at the east end of the village, quite far.
It was late now, and he wasn’t sure when Teacher Yang’s online class would end. Returning now might disturb Zhou Yi.
Wu Heng looked at the two-meter wide bed and considered it.
They were friends, occasionally sharing a bed would strengthen their bond.
Wu Heng scratched his head, “Sure… sure, why not.”
Wu Heng finished his strawberry shortcake quickly. Shi Xuan, having finished his homework, went to the bathroom to wash up.
Standing at the doorway, he looked back at Wu Heng, a smear of pink cream on his lips, and asked softly, “Is it good?”
Wu Heng nodded, and Shi Xuan chuckled. “I’ll try some next time.”
Wu Heng looked at the empty cake box. He and his good friend had similar tastes, both liking sweet things.
“Young Master, don’t study too late,” Wu Su said, entering with a plate of late-night snacks, his eyes widening upon seeing Wu Heng inside.
Had his son’s soul wandered off again?!
“Xiao Heng, missing Dad again?” Wu Su put the plate down, an inexplicable sense of warmth filling his heart.
It was one thing when Wu Heng was a fool, but now, mentally sound, he was much better at expressing his filial love!
His soul traveling thousands of miles was proof of his deep love for his father!
Wu Su grabbed Wu Heng’s wrist, his usual good-natured self, and led his “wandering soul” out of Shi Xuan’s bedroom, guiding him, “Xiao Heng, if you miss Dad and your soul comes looking for me, remember to come here, this is Dad’s bedroom. Yes, just walk this way, this route.”
Wu Heng: “…Mm.”
“As expected of my son, even his hands are warm when his soul is wandering.”
Wu Heng, playing the part of a wandering soul, followed Wu Su to his bedroom.
It was a suite, about 150 square meters, decorated with gaming paraphernalia.
“Your grandfather said wandering souls return by morning. Since you can’t go back now, just rest here. Wuwuwu, quickly help Dad with this game, I’m stuck again!”
Wu Heng silently took the game controller, looking at the violent game on the screen, one shot could blow a ghost’s head off.
His dad never suffered from heartbreak or work-related stress, all his suffering came from these underworld games.
He was terrible at it, but he loved playing.
When Shi Xuan came out of the bathroom, Wu Heng was gone, but there was a strange lump under his blanket.
Shi Xuan lifted the blanket, and two snakes, one white, one gray, poked their heads out, their tongues flicking excitedly, clearly having turned his bed into a playground.
Shi Xuan covered them again, perhaps he should increase their online class workload.
Xu Qian, wiping her tears, came out of her mother’s bedroom.
This illness was truly bizarre, rapid aging, but Wu Heng’s needle had stabilized her mother’s condition, at least for now, the aging seemed to have stopped.
Xu Qian didn’t have many relatives. When she was sick, her mother had borrowed money from them, and few were willing to lend to a single mother and her daughter, who didn’t seem to have much earning potential. It would probably be difficult to borrow again now.
Wu Heng had only given her three days. She had to raise the money quickly.
The doorbell rang.
Xu Qian opened the door and saw a couple.
Wang Lang, supporting his heavily pregnant wife, entered and sat down, then handed her a package. “Teacher Xu, take this, for the emergency.”
Xu Qian peeked inside, several stacks of cash, at least eighty or ninety thousand yuan.
“Teacher Wang, where did you get so much money? And isn’t your wife about to give birth?” Xu Qian instinctively felt she shouldn’t accept it, they would need the money after the baby was born.
Wang Lang didn’t care much about money, his mind always on his research.
After Wang Qiang’s incident with her ghost parents, Wang Lang had argued with his sexist mother and returned to the university with his pregnant wife.
He was busy with his work, and although his wife was alone at home during the day with no one to help, she was much happier there than at his mother’s.
Wang Lang occasionally checked on Doctor Wu Heng’s updates and was surprised to see a familiar name among his patients, the young counselor, Teacher Xu, from the neighboring department.
Wang Lang explained, “Teacher Xu, don’t misunderstand, twenty thousand is a loan from us, the remaining eighty thousand is from Professor Zhao.”
Xu Qian was stunned. “Professor Zhao? Isn’t he… in a coma at the hospital?”
Professor Zhao had been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer earlier this year, his research progress delayed. He had reportedly become emaciated and wasn’t expected to live much longer.
Wang Lang, being Professor Zhao’s student, his expression filled with sorrow, said softly, “Teacher woke up briefly today and asked about you, so he asked me to bring you the money.”
Professor Zhao had terminal cancer, money couldn’t save him now.
He was usually frugal, and this money was put to good use.
Xu Qian clutched the package, her eyes welling up.
“Good afternoon, Doctor Wu, achoo—”
Li Hao and his friends, seeing Wu Heng get out of Shi Xuan’s car, immediately surrounded him.
Wu Heng, carrying the two snakes, looked at them in surprise, “Why are you guys here? Do you have invitations too?”
