But as the saying goes, "Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise." During the second semester of my sophomore year, due to everyone's pressure to advance to higher education, people began to fall in love with each other in pairs. As the saying goes, "A rotten boat still has many nails," maybe it was because there were only two men in the art room, finally a girl took a liking to me.

  Her name is Du Feiyu, my deskmate. Her appearance is basically as her name suggests, not a jade-like person at all. I thought to myself, "Whatever, she's a girl, that's enough." After all, this was also my first love, and I had been secretly delighted, fantasizing about how sensational this romance would be, how restricted it would be for children under 18. But once again, I was wrong.

  Apart from helping her carry her school bag and buying food for her in the cafeteria, I also had to run to the small shop on campus every time class ended to buy chocolate for her as a nutritional supplement. In our high school, it was customary to call each other "husband" or "wife", but my "husband" treated me almost like his mother did, really making me feel like a slave. Every time she called me "husband", I knew I had to run errands for her again. My physical contact with her was also limited to when she was tired from class or drawing and would allow me to massage her back and shoulders.

  Normally, we can't even hold hands, let alone kiss, hug or do anything more intimate. I think sometimes she just likes me because of my good temper.

  Alas, a radish for every pit, I'm just an old radish and having a pit is good enough, I thought to myself. Days passed by peacefully.

  Of course, I haven't forgotten Ninth Uncle's teachings. Maybe because my soul was damaged, it really is like what Ninth Uncle said - my originally not-so-agile memory has become even worse, and I basically can't pay attention in class. So I just stopped listening, and during cultural classes, I would sleep - actually, it wasn't sleep, according to the internet, this is called meditation. According to Buddhist explanations, this is called entering a state of concentration. The "Three Pure Ones" book really is quite magical - as long as you have no distracting thoughts in your mind and silently recite, many things and images will unconsciously appear in your brain, like mountains and rivers, flying birds and running beasts. In my brain, they flashed by one frame at a time like movie film, finally merging with me into one body. This made me truly feel the "qi" surrounding my body - this feeling isn't bad at all.

  When I was in class, generally speaking, I would just stick two pieces of paper on the drawing board, one for watercolor and one for talismans. The red watercolor talismans looked quite realistic. Of course, this was purely just practicing my hand, it didn't have any actual power. After Old Jia saw me, he scolded me, saying I wasn't studying properly, and that in the future I'd be waiting to practice on the streets.

  I cursed him in my heart, a frog at the bottom of the well, how big do you think the sky is? Can you understand this brother's long-lost trick?

  I, who was indulging in Taoist magic and fantasy, had spent almost a year and thought I had made some small progress. One day, I decided to try drawing a talisman seriously to see if it would work. So, I cut a piece of paper about 20 cm long and 10 cm wide with a knife, and when Xiaoyu fell asleep during lunch break, I came alone to the empty painting room.

  With a sword finger on my right hand, I respectfully bowed three times to the Heavenly Spirit Treasure and began to chant.

  Together with the magic spell: Gather the five thunder gods, bring forth the electric light and absorb it into my body, protect my life and bind the evil spirits, all dead or alive will be destroyed by my Tao of longevity. Hurry up as if commanded!

  The Water Incantation: This water is not ordinary water, it's the water of the north, Ren and Gui. A single drop in the inkstone, and clouds and rain will arrive instantly. Those who are ill should swallow it, and a hundred illnesses will be eliminated. Evil spirits will be swallowed like dust, and urgent matters will be resolved like a strict order!

  Three Origins of Ink Incantation: The Jade Emperor has a calamity-averting ink, its shape is like clouds and mist, with nine star gods arranged above. Lightly grind the ink, and it will be like thunder and lightning, urgent and rapid as a command!

  I gritted my teeth and decided not to use ordinary ink, so I bit the tip of my left index finger with my teeth. It was painful, unlike what's shown on TV where people bite their fingers so effortlessly. But this wasn't the time to give up. Using my right hand, I applied some blood (since my right hand couldn't be injured during the ritual) and drew a simple "Jiang Borrowing Fire Talisman" on the paper. First, I drew the talisman's head, then its body, and finally its foot, completing it in one go.

  After finishing the painting, I bowed three times to Lingbao Tianzun in my heart, and the great achievement was completed. Looking at the first finished talisman since birth, the more I look at it, the more I like it, this is simply a work of art! Next is the most important link, I want to urge this talisman, with infinite anxiety in my heart, I put the talisman on the ground, it must be successful, it must be successful, I told myself. Then I concentrated my mind, stretched out my right hand and made a sword finger, pointing at the talisman and shouting loudly "Ji ji ru lü ling!"

  With a crackle, the talisman suddenly caught fire. Looking at the burning talisman, I was overjoyed. Damn it, now I can be considered a person with special abilities!!!! Hahahaha!!!!!

  I, who felt incredibly awesome, picked up the still-burning talisman, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and how refreshing it was! Now I'm just resentful that there aren't more ghosts in this society, so I haven't had a chance to encounter them. It's led to me having dragon-slaying skills but nowhere to use them. After this incident, I decided on one thing - to keep my right hand's pinky fingernail, because biting it with my teeth was too painful. Grinding the nail to a sharp point and making a small cut is more convenient and less painful.

  Although I was proud, I didn't get carried away. I remembered Ninth Uncle's warning not to reveal this technique, and indeed, "there are gods watching from above." A man of honor must keep his promises, and once he makes a vow, he must stick to it. Thinking of this, I threw the burnt talisman into the trash can, locked up the painting studio, and rushed out to buy milk tea for my beloved Little Jade to drink after she woke up. This little girl is quite particular, demanding milk tea every day. Even so, I didn't see much possibility of secondary development in her chest area.

  To say that time flies, in the blink of an eye, senior three is about to end. I remember a philosopher once said: The time that slips away between our fingers is not scary, it's the upcoming time that is terrifying. Now I deeply understand this sentence. What I'm about to face is the college entrance exam, it's too scary.

  The college entrance examination, as the name suggests, is the last exam for high school students. According to the current national system, this exam basically determines whether your future will be one of eating meat or drinking porridge. I think everyone thinks similarly to me. For example, on a certain day after the college entrance exams, two housewives met at the vegetable market. Mrs. A asked Mrs. B, "Sister, how did your kid do on the exam?" Mrs. B replied, "Oh, not great, my kid only got into Harbin Institute of Technology." What? Harbin Institute of Technology is one of the top ten universities in the country! How can that be considered not great?! Mrs. A's kid had only gotten into Heilongjiang University of Architecture, and she was too embarrassed to say so. She quickly pretended to receive a phone call and hastily left.

  Even parents are like this, you say that the pressure on children can't be great? Now students' comparative atmosphere is serious, if you took a third-rate university, it's embarrassing to talk to others.

  At that time, I wasn't thinking about whether it was good or bad to speak up, I was thinking about whether I could get into university. Since Du Feiyu wanted to attend Harbin Vocational College, I followed her to Harbin as well. Let's just say I'm a softie, after a year of interacting with her, I discovered that although Du Feiyu didn't have a stunning 36D figure, she also didn't have any other redeeming qualities. Logically speaking, going to university would be the perfect opportunity to get rid of her, but after experiencing one thing, I discovered a little-known side of hers.