She Only Cares About Cultivation-Chapter 948 - 835: Super Star 9 (4000) (Part 2)
After finishing braised pork, she ate broccoli, which tasted great even without adding anything.
It has to be said, Mr. Dou’s appetite was astonishingly large. She thought there would definitely be leftovers this meal, but to her surprise, it wasn’t satisfied with just one plate and finished all the rest.
Although having no leftovers was good, it also meant it ate a lot, so it would excrete a lot too.
Well, it would be tough for her in the end.
It was raining outside, and there was nowhere to go. When Hua Yan finished cleaning up in the kitchen and came out, the creature was already dozing off on the sofa with its head tilted.
She sighed, picked up the mop, cleaned the room again, and then went into the study to turn on the computer and start typing.
Perhaps because of her ample time, she was now maintaining a stockpile of drafts for more than six days and was diligently writing every day, fearing that anything might prevent her from getting the full attendance bonus. Several hundred yuan a month for full attendance was quite enough to buy her vegetables and fruits, wasn’t it?
Finishing her work for the day, it was already seven or eight in the evening. Listening to the pattering sound outside, she came out and poured herself a cup of coffee.
Collapsing onto the sofa, she felt extreme soreness in her back and waist today, so she laid down a mat and did some stretching yoga exercises.
At nine o’clock, she promptly took a shower and entered her space to practice piano. An hour of practice was unshakable.
After transforming, she would cultivate the "Cat Manual". Day after day, even she felt exhausted for herself, but sticking to such a schedule made her more like a student.
She also noticed that the more self-disciplined she was, the more outstanding she became. Completing her planned tasks step by step each day also gave her a great sense of achievement.
Just like earning money through writing, if there was ever a day when she didn’t write, she would feel something was missing and couldn’t sit still.
It might also be because of her rich life experiences and the various people and things she encountered, she never experienced writer’s block.
She never stayed up late nor procrastinated, consistently delivering updates precisely on time. This had already become a part of her life.
As others say, writing novels, so what? It requires talent too, doesn’t it?
The rain drizzled on for another two days. During these days, she stayed at home, doing chores, washing tablecloths, organizing homework, eating, doing yoga, reading books, playing piano, cleaning up, playing with Mr. Dou, and before she knew it, the daytime had passed by.
The day school officially started, the sky was still somewhat gloomy. Hua Yan unfailingly got up at six, walked Doudou, had breakfast, bought vegetables and meat, and rode her bike to school at seven-twenty. The second semester of fifth grade began just like that.
On the same day as the opening ceremony, she learned that an essay she wrote last semester was taken by the teacher to participate in a competition, and she was quite fortunate to win a First Prize.
The school awarded her with a certificate, a set of ten classic books suitable for elementary students, and a backpack filled with various school supplies. Such a gift was truly nice, and she deserved the title of a well-rounded student.
Because the award came from a city-wide elementary students’ essay competition, it carried some weight, but she felt like she was cheating, after all, she wasn’t a real elementary student. If she had known it was submitted, she would have stopped it, as it felt unfair to other children.
But on the flip side, which of the essays submitted by the children hadn’t been revised by the teacher?
So this matter shouldn’t be taken too seriously, being close enough was fine.
After getting a bicycle, she started preparing umbrellas and raincoats in her space so she wouldn’t be caught off guard and cause trouble for others in emergencies.
Before school started, she joined the Ning Family for a meal, and Ning Hao specifically asked for her class schedule, stating he wanted to come over and study together when she wasn’t in class. Hua Yan accepted gladly.
However, the first day of school had almost no homework; even if there was, she finished it all at school.
On Zhou Yi, she had to attend piano lessons. There should have been lessons over winter break, but she took leave to go to Hengdian and earned one thousand yuan. In the future, she would only attend regular classes and push off all lessons during winter and summer breaks to avoid disruptions in learning other things, which wouldn’t affect anyone in a one-on-one setting.
Returning home that evening, around seven or so, Doudou, who had been cooped up at home all day, seemed quite upset and barked at her a few times.
Hua Yan went over to clean its litter tray, washed her own hands, and changed into home wear before heading into the kitchen to cook.
Because Doudou didn’t enjoy fish but loved meat, she made steamed shrimp, mixed enoki mushrooms, and steamed some rice for dinner.
