李虎那 strides barely touched the ground, probably thinking he was showing off, Ouyang Xuan didn't even look up. He just dipped the withered seven-leaf green grass into the water pot again, his eyes fixed on the water's surface as if looking for something.

That stubbornness of his was indeed irritating. Li Hua sighed in silence, but didn't leave immediately either. He stopped a few steps away and crossed his arms, watching Ouyang Xuan with amusement. "Still trying to revive that dead grass?" He mocked. "Do you think it's a magical plant that can resurrect itself?"

Ouyang Xuan finally looked up, his eyes meeting Li Hua's. "It's not about whether it can come back to life," he said calmly. "It's about whether I can use it."

Li Hua sneered: "Use it? How can you use something that's already dead? You're just wasting your time, Ouyang Xuan."

Before Ouyang Xuan could reply, a sudden commotion broke out behind them. A group of people were running over, shouting and laughing. Their leader was none other than Ouyang Xuan's classmate, Sun Mo.