At three o'clock in the morning, Xiao Chenyu got up from the bed with dazed eyes, put on his clothes, washed his face, looked at the boy next to him, and said:

"Why don't you hurry up and get your things ready? I'm going to Qiantang today. If I can bow down to the Holy Master, I will become a prosperous young master and become a great ancestor. By then, both my old man and my mother will be proud of me."

The boy looked at the sun in the sky and hesitated:

"Sir, it's almost three hours a day now. Is it appropriate to go to Qiantang again?"

Xiao Chenyu smiled faintly:

"It's not like you don't know what's not suitable for you. Recently, I've been working hard to make myself stronger. My head is hanging off the beam and my buttocks are thorns."

The boy smiled and said:

"Master, don't you always say that because you need to sleep at night, you have to have a good rest during the day? How can you have time to study?"

"Hey, the whole world knows how low-key you are."

Xiao Chenyu pretended to sigh:

"I have no intention of being different, but I have outstanding taste. You can see this. It's just that in life, I always have to do a few things that surprise myself."

A wave of his hand:
Chapter completed!