Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Once Qin Xue had left, Xue Ling gave the two children a particularly sleazy smile.

“Young masters, would you like me to teach you how to cultivate? You mortals may not be able to practice cultivation, but you can certainly learn martial arts. I will teach you the movements, but remember, you can’t be distracted. You need utmost focus and mind devoid of random thoughts.

Although you’re still babies with pure hearts, eating the spiritual bamboo pith accelerated your cognitive development. You’re both prodigies now, you know?” Xue Ling asked the children.

The two children glanced at each other and blinked.

After observing their reactions, Xue Ling started chanting, regardless of whether the children understood or not, he just kept going.

Unaware of what was happening, Qin Xue immersed herself entirely in preparing her medicine.

Meanwhile, Chu Molin had started his intense study session at the academy.

After class, when everyone else had gone out to unwind, Chu Molin remained in the classroom, diligently solving problems.

“New guy, hello there, I’m Gong Wuyou. What’s your name?” Gong Wuyou was confident that he didn’t know Chu Molin; he just found him somehow familiar.

“Chu Molin.” The surname Gong made Chu Molin hesitate for a moment, but he eventually disclosed his name.

“Nice name. Why are you studying in our class?” Gong Wuyou, who was also recommended by the military, had been at the academy six months before Chu Molin.

Chu Molin glanced at him but didn’t respond. He bowed his head and continued solving problems.

“Dude, why are you working so hard? You should take a break; work and rest should be combined. It makes things easier,” said Gong Wuyou.

Chu Molin didn’t respond again. Regardless of whatever Gong Wuyou said, he remained quiet, only giving him a cold gaze. Only when Gong Wuyou finally shut his mouth did Chu Molin redirect his gaze.

“What a strange guy.” Gong Wuyou touched his nose disinterestedly and left.

Finally left in peace, Chu Molin found his problem-solving tasks smoother.

After a day of studying, Chu Molin cracked his neck to loosen the stiffness, then picked up his textbooks and returned to his dormitory.

Only when he was sitting at his desk studying after his shower did he think of his wife. He wondered if she could bring the baby along today and if she had been eating properly.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he focused back on his textbook.

“Huh, Chu Molin, you’re in this dorm too? What luck! When I woke up this morning, I was wondering who took up this bunk. So it was you,” Gong Wuyou said upon his return, whereupon he saw Chu Molin.

They had classes yesterday, so Gong Wuyou didn’t see Chu Molin moving in, and no one slept in the bunk last night, so he had been curious about who would take it.

Little did he know it was this friend whom he had just met today. Such fate.

But to Chu Molin, Gong Wuyou was nothing but a disturbance. It seemed that aside from Qin Xue, everyone else’s voice sounded like a racket to him.

Had Gong Wuyou known Chu Molin’s thoughts, he would’ve been outraged. He had merely extended a heartfelt greeting, and he was already deemed bothersome.

Chu Molin focused on his reading until Gong Wuyou, discouraged, eventually stopped talking.

Gong Wuyou looked at the unresponsive Chu Molin, then picked up a book and started reading himself.

For a while, the only sound in the dorm was the flipping of pages.

Chu Molin read and made notes, circling whatever he didn’t understand to ask his teachers the next day.

If he were home, he would’ve directly asked his wife Qin Xue. Sadly, he wasn’t home. Therefore, all he could do was make notes and circle questions.