Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

”So, Ao Chongchong, how do you think we should find Sister Xin?” Hu Yi, who was engrossed in the gossip about the rich guy chartering a plane, scratched his head helplessly.

Ao Xinghao opened the electronic map, looking quite like the commander-in-chief: ”Let’s start by checking out the village where Sister Xin treated her patients. There must be some clues there.”

As the sun set,

a group of three little buddies finally arrived in the countryside.

Hu Yi, on the verge of throwing up from the bullock cart ride, couldn’t help lamenting out loud: ”My Sister Xin is incredible; how did she endure in this godforsaken place for so long? I just want to soak in my huge triangular bath in the city and sip on an iced grapefruit cocktail with a big piece of steak!”

Ao Xinghao rolled his eyes: ”So pampered. If the apocalypse hit and you had no supplies, you’d be the first to starve.”

Hu Yi scratched his head: ”Cough, cough, such a dreadful thing would never happen. That only happens in Xinghe’s novels. Speaking of which, Xinghe updated super late last night; I waited until nearly 1 AM to see it. Wonder if he was too busy with a beauty to write for us...”

The silent Huo Zhen spoke up: ”Xinghe had work; he was working overtime last night.”

Hu Yi: ”I’m just joking; you can tell he’s never held a beauty before. His romance scenes are always so vague! By the way, when will he write about the main character doing that thing? I hope their first time is in a bathtub, ahhhhh...”

While Hu Yi was eagerly anticipating the plot’s progress, Ao Xinghao shouted, ”We’re here!”

The small courtyard from the live stream on the phone was the second to last house at the end of the village, right in front of them.

But the courtyard at dusk was unusually quiet.

Moreover, the courtyard gate was locked.

”That Big Cousin’s courtyard seems empty...” Hu Yi craned his neck to look inside.

Huo Zhen pursed his lips: ”Sister Xin probably doesn’t live here.”

This is the courtyard where Xiao Bailu and Huo Tingzun reside, and logically, Sister Xin wouldn’t stay with them.

Ao Xinghao mused, ”Then should we ask the neighbors?”

When the gate of the bamboo courtyard was knocked on,

Master Tuantuan had already packed his luggage.

After Qin Xin left, he’d soaked in the natural hot spring in the backyard again, nearly the entire day. His condition relapsed once during that time, but now he seemed much better than when he arrived.

About to leave with his luggage, he saw three big guys outside the courtyard door knocking: ”Hi, uncle, do you know where the people from the neighboring courtyard have gone?”

The man furrowed his brows slightly: ”I don’t know.”

The three guys looked a bit disappointed but couldn’t resist asking: ”Then, do you know anything about a girl named Lan Qingxin who treated some patients with sleep disorders here a few days ago? It was even on a live stream, right? Among the patients, there was a group called the Seven Immortals, super famous...”

The man cut them off in a calm tone: ”I don’t know.”

The three guys mumbled disappointedly, ”Did we find the wrong village? Is Sister Xin not treating patients here? Should we find a local to stay the night and ask around more?”

The man’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and he said flatly, ”The village doesn’t allow outsiders to stay overnight, and all bullock carts will stop working before sunset. If you don’t want to camp out on the field ridge, you’d better head back to the city now.”

The three guys gasped!

What, there’s such a rule in the village?

Hu Yi panicked: ”I’ve never slept on anything other than a bed in my life. A field ridge, what the heck is that? Hey, Little Zhenzhen, why do you look a bit pale? Why are you staring at that big flower-patterned dog next door?”

Huo Zhen appeared a bit pale: ”It’s nothing. I just...get a little...when I hear dogs bark...”