After being reborn, I have seven older sisters.

"Just tell her I'm already home!"

Chunsheng looked up at Sun Chaoyang and immediately said.

Sun Chaoyang naturally knew who the "she" Chunsheng was referring to was.

But when he squinted and looked closely at the classroom door, he realized that the person wasn't Hou Cuicui. "That person at the door looks like Song Guangliang from Class 3!"

"Oh? It's Song Guangliang. I'm here!"

After Chunsheng finished speaking, he immediately put down his pen and moved step by step toward the classroom door.

Although there were more than fifty kerosene lamps in the classroom, more than half of the students deliberately turned the flames down to a very low level in order to save oil. The flames could only illuminate a few books on their desks, and even a pen that had fallen under the desk could not be seen; the student had to reach out and touch it.

"Shall we go home together?"

As soon as Chunsheng stepped out of the classroom, Song Guangliang immediately explained his purpose.

"Can we leave now? The power outage has only lasted less than 10 minutes; what if the power comes back on soon?"

"I can't come!"

As soon as Chunsheng voiced his concerns, Song Guangliang immediately dismissed them, saying, "I just inquired, and the entire commune is without power tonight. They say the county is implementing area-by-area power rationing, and it probably won't be able to come back tomorrow!"

"Is the news accurate?"

"Of course! Our homeroom teacher, Ms. Du, just announced this news in class, and some students in our class have already left!"

"If that's the case, then the phone probably won't come on today!"

Just as the two were talking, Hu Aimin suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said to Chunsheng as soon as he saw him, "Don't wait anymore, the power won't be back on tonight, you can go home now!"

Chunsheng immediately nodded, "Okay, got it!"

After Chunsheng finished speaking with Song Guangliang, he turned and went into the classroom.

When he and Hongqin finished packing their things and came out of the classroom with their schoolbags on their backs, Song Guangliang had already been waiting for them for a long time.

To Chunsheng's surprise, not far from Song Guangliang, under an old locust tree, stood the bourgeois young lady Hou Cuicui, staring at him and Song Hongqin, who had just come out of the classroom, with a resentful look.

"Let's get going!"

Chunsheng immediately said something.

Hongqin also saw Hou Cuicui and knew without a doubt who she was waiting for, so she hurriedly urged, "Let's go, let's go!"

Soon, the three of them left the school gate.

Chunsheng and Hongqin kept looking back as they walked, afraid that Hou Cuicui would follow them out.

"What are you two looking at?"

Song Guangliang asked with a puzzled look.

Before Chunsheng could speak, Hongqin immediately replied, "I'm looking at a classmate!"

"Who is it?"

"Nobody, just a classmate!"

"The person you're talking about, wouldn't it be Hou Cuicui from our class?"

"How did you know?" Hongqin asked immediately.

"When I was waiting for you, she was the only one there. If you're not talking about her, who else could it be?"

Hongqin hummed in agreement and then fell silent.

She felt that if she continued talking, the conversation would inevitably turn to Hou Cuicui's pursuit of Chunsheng.

This was not something Chunsheng wanted to hear.

Of course, she didn't want to listen, much less talk about it.

To prevent Song Guangliang from continuing on this topic, Hongqin immediately changed the subject and asked, "Are you... going to Chunsheng's house to train again tonight?"

"I guess I shouldn't go! It's so late, and it's pitch black. I'll practice tomorrow."

As soon as Song Guangliang finished speaking, Chunsheng immediately added, "That's right, you can't see anything in the dark, and it's easy to hurt yourself."

Just then, Hongqin suddenly pointed into the distance and whispered, "Look what's that?"

The two looked in the direction Hongqin pointed.

They then noticed that in the hilly area of ​​the fields to their side, a faint light was shimmering.

Song Guangliang's eyes widened immediately. "Could it be a will-o'-the-wisp?!"

"Could it really be?"

Hongqin's voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

"It's a bit far, I can't see very clearly, maybe not!"

At this moment, Chunsheng also squinted and looked into the distance.

After observing for a while, he hesitated and said, "That place looks like our family's private plot of land. As far as I know, there shouldn't be any graves there! If there weren't any graves, there shouldn't be any will-o'-the-wisps!"

"What could it be?" Song Guangliang asked, even more curious.

"Could it be the light coming from a wild animal's eyes!"

"A beast? Could it be a wolf!"

"Where would wolves come from now? If there were any, they would have been killed by the militia long ago!"

"Then...should we go take a look?"

"You go yourself, I'm not going, and Chunsheng isn't allowed to go either!"

After Hongqin finished speaking, she glared fiercely at Song Guangliang, whose features were completely obscured in the darkness.

Chunsheng chuckled. "Let's not go and join in the fun. The three of us aren't carrying anything. If we really run into wild animals, we won't be able to escape!"

Hongqin immediately agreed, "That's right, there's absolutely no need to make such a pointless sacrifice!"

When Song Guangliang saw that Chunsheng was unwilling to go, he immediately lost heart.

If Chunsheng could go with him, he would be quite willing to go, but if he had to go alone, he would rather not!

Once home, Chunsheng immediately told his parents what he had just seen.

As the father listened, he frowned slightly. "That light shouldn't be coming from the eyes of a wild animal, because we haven't heard of any wolves appearing here for a long time."

"As for will-o'-the-wisps, it's really hard to say whether there are any graves in our family's plot of land!"

Mother Liu Yan'e smiled and shook her head, "You two shouldn't speculate. Just go to the fields tomorrow morning and you'll know!"

Chunsheng agreed, "Then I'll go to the field to take a look after I finish training with Junwu tomorrow."

When Chunsheng was washing up that evening, he found that his nostrils were black and greasy, all from the kerosene lamp in the classroom.

The desk was too small, and there was nowhere to put the kerosene lamp, so it could only be placed on the pencil case.

Every time there's a power outage, even if he only uses a kerosene lamp for 10 minutes, by the time he gets home and washes his face, his white towel is stained filthy by his two nostrils.

This kind of thing is less likely to happen at home, because you can place the kerosene lamp further away and higher.

Moreover, that way you won't smell like kerosene all over your face and body, and the light will be brighter.

Looking at the kerosene lamp in the room, Chunsheng thought to himself, "I wish my home could have electricity like the school someday."

Songjiazhuang now has about two hundred households, and the total population of the village must be at least 1,500 to 1,600.

Except for a few offices in the brigade headquarters that had electric lights, all the households in the village used kerosene lamps, making it extremely inconvenient to do anything at night.

After finishing writing the entire section that he hadn't completed during self-study, Chunsheng stopped writing.

He went to the backyard, stood under his window, and immediately squatted into a horse stance.

Just as Zhang Junwu said, practicing martial arts requires long-term and continuous dedication, especially in the early stages where a solid foundation must be laid.

Only in this way can you achieve twice the result with half the effort when you actually start learning boxing techniques!