Zheng Qing drove Mingjing to the teahouse.

"Really don't need my company?"

Ming lens does not return to the car: "no need."

"All right, call me if you need anything."

Zheng Qing watched the mirror walk into the teahouse. He didn't have to worry about his skill at all.

It was still early. Nearby was Huaqing University. Zheng Qing pulled up to the gate of the University.

Put on a lighter lipstick, put on a high ponytail and step on a pair of small white shoes. When she walked into the university gate, the guard didn't stop her.

The campus is very big. Zheng Qing swept a shared bike and rode around.

Indeed, it deserves to be a famous school with a history of 100 years. Even the Wutong trees growing on both sides of the road have great momentum.

On the way, the young students hurried along on their bikes. No one looked at them indiscriminately. They looked serious and calm. Everyone had a kind of self-confidence.

Here was once her and ah Yu's dream.

"Professor Liu's class is about to begin. If he is late, he won't get a good position."

Zheng Qing turned around and saw two young girls running on the road with schoolbags on their backs.

Subconsciously, Zheng Qing followed up on his bike.

They ran for ten minutes in a row. They didn't work so hard in the 800 high school test. Finally, they came to a square modern teaching building. Zheng Qing stopped his bike and walked into the teaching building.

There are almost no seats in a large ladder classroom on the second floor. If you look carefully, you can find that almost all the girls in the front row are girls. This gender ratio seems to be abnormal for a science department.

The classroom is very quiet. No one talks disorderly. Before the teacher arrives, everyone is quietly preparing for class. Occasionally, several fashionable girls make up quickly in front of the mirror.

Zheng Qing walked in through the back door. It was not as coincidence as it was early. There was the last seat left in the corner. Zheng Qinggang sat down and a round faced girl stared at Zheng Qing angrily.

Zheng Qing smiled and said, "sorry, first come, first served."

The girl was so anxious that she almost cried, "I managed to grab Professor Liu's class. I won't go. It's you who should go."

Zheng Qing coughed softly and said in a low voice, "you like Professor Liu very much."

"Professor Liu is my idol. You can't blaspheme him." The girl was very angry and her eyes looked like an old hen protecting her cubs.

Suddenly, the girl stared at Zheng Qing and wondered, "which department are you from? How come I've never seen you before?"

Zheng Qing touched his nose: "ah, I'm from the College of Arts. I've heard a lot about Professor Liu and come here with admiration."

The girl didn't have a good way: "what's the fun of the College of Arts? Can you understand advanced algebra?"

Zheng Qingxiao: "can't understand and don't delay my lecture?"

The girl simply sat down on the ladder, took out her textbook, spread her notes on her lap, took out her pen and began to review the contents of the last class.

Zheng Qing was quite surprised and asked, "what's your name?"

"Guo Ping."

"Guo Ping, can I have a look at your notes?"

Guo Ping subconsciously hugged her notes and was more precious than treasure.

She also found that when the other party came to the class, she didn't even bring a book or a pen.

"Another flower maniac. People like you don't deserve Professor Liu's class at all."

Zheng Qing picked an eyebrow: "if I can come, I will give you Professor Liu face."

Guo Ping rolled her eyes and said, "brag."

At this time, a note was handed over. Zheng Qing turned his head and was looking at the girl's gentle eyes.

"I'll lend you this note. Professor Liu will spot check the homework of the last class. He's very strict. If you can't answer, you have to stand and listen to the class."

Zheng Qing hooked his lips: "so strict? Then why do you still like his class so much?"

Guo Ping answered first, "because Professor Liu teaches well, his class is not boring at all. How can people like you understand?"

"Thank you." Zheng Qing took the note and opened it.

It's full of symbols and numbers. You'll faint at a glance.

The girl next to looked at Zheng Qing, "to tell you the truth, I'm also from the College of Arts. Which department of the College of arts do you belong to?"

"Nobody, insignificant."

The girl picked up the corners of her mouth and her white face was fresh and delicate. "My name is Song Jiaoren, who is taking an examination of the Department of ancient literature and art."

Zheng Qing looked at the young and beautiful face in front of him and couldn't help sighing in the bottom of her heart. Can Liu Xiangyue have no idea when she faces so many beautiful young girls who worship him every day?

The other party was so sincere that she couldn't lose the upper hand: "Oh, my name is steamed, from the Department of philosophy."

Lin Nanjiao was stunned: "this name is very unique."

Zheng Qing said with a smile, "because I like steamed fish."

Next to Guo Ping's face, it's hard to say. Is this a name that normal people can take?

Song Jiaoren looked towards the door and his eyes were slightly bright: "Professor Liu is coming."

Zheng Qing subconsciously turned his head and looked. The man came in with a briefcase. At the moment he stepped into the classroom, all the noise came to an abrupt end, and the needle fell quietly in the big ladder classroom.

The man is wearing a black windbreaker, which is as tall and straight as a pine and bamboo, and the skin is as white as snow, but it doesn't show softness at all. Instead, it shows a quiet and moist luster like a cold jade.

With a pair of Phnom Penh glasses on the bridge of his tall nose, he looked gentle and elegant. With a smile like a spring breeze on his face, he walked slowly, and every step was like stepping on the tip of his heart.

Students in top universities, those excited and excited, hide behind the restrained eyes.

Liu Xiangyue walked to the podium, looked around, smiled and said, "thank you for coming to my class. Today's number has reached a new high."

There are many students sitting on the stairs, which is not in line with the school rules, but Liu Xiangyue didn't catch up. Any student has the right to listen to the class. No matter how his class is taught, the tenderness like spring breeze and rain makes the majority of students want to stop, which is very different from those rigid and decadent male teachers with teaching sticks.

"Before the formal class, let's review the content of last class."

Liu Xiangyue picked up the chalk and turned to write on the blackboard.

Zheng Qing whispered, "why didn't he call the roll?" Isn't this the basic exercise of college?

Song Jiaoren lowered his voice and said, "Professor Liu's class is always overcrowded. Roll call doesn't make any sense, and he never roll call, but he often points people to answer questions. Review the wechat quotient learned in the last class. Professor Liu will call someone to deduce the formula later."

Zheng Qing looked at the symbols on the paper and was dazzled.

Liu Xiangyue put down the chalk and turned to look at the seat. Where her eyes passed, she bowed her head nervously or lit her eyes excitedly.

Zheng Qing is thinking about her poor mathematical knowledge, which is useless here. Liu Xiangyue can't point to her when the classroom is full of hundreds of students.

But when people are unlucky, drinking cold water will plug their teeth.

"The last row of girls in purple coats, please come on stage."

Zheng Qing was lost in thought and didn't notice it at all.

Until Song Jiaoren next to him touched her arm, Zheng Qing suddenly regained consciousness. He saw that all the eyes of the whole classroom fell on her, and the pressure came overwhelming.

Zheng Qing subconsciously looked at the man on the podium. Across the distant sea of people, she pointed to herself.

"Me?"

The man nodded with a smile: "classmate, is there a problem?"

In the last row, only she was dressed in purple.

Zheng Qing smiled. She had never regretted so much. She came to join the fun.

Did the dog man do it on purpose?

From the podium to the last row, there is at least more than ten meters. Is she unlucky or does the dog man have good eyes?

Everyone saw the "lucky man" sitting there with empty eyes, just like he didn't hear Liu Xiangyue's words.

It's your honor for Professor Liu to call you. You should be so disrespectful to Professor Liu.

Some students have become dissatisfied.

Song Jiaoren secretly pulled her clothes: "classmate, Professor Liu called you."

Of course Zheng Qing heard it. At this moment, she was thinking whether to turn around and leave directly, or go up and give the dog man a slap in the face?

In the middle of her mind, she calmly stood up, faced countless eyes, walked down the stairs and walked to the podium.

She heard a man whispering, "this woman is so beautiful. Why haven't you seen her before?"

The man stood on the podium with gentle eyes, but if anyone familiar with him would find that his eyes staring at the girls under the podium were like a gradually condensed vortex, mysterious and dangerous.

——

The teahouse environment is quiet, playing soothing light music.

Outside the Pearl curtain, the water is gurgling, poetic and elegant.

Mingjing didn't wait long. The wooden door opened and thin lotus leaf came in.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Miss ran."

The bright mirror is playing with a white magnolia in the shin mouth white porcelain bottle. It has a delicate fragrance, fresh and elegant, and the aroma will not disperse for a long time.

"It doesn't matter. If Miss Bo came to apologize, it's not necessary."

Bo Lianye looked at the door and said, "come in."

Bai Weining came in, looked at the eye mirror and dropped his eyes quickly.

"Sister Mingjing, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those words to cause misunderstanding among the public. Can you help me clarify it online? I really don't mean anything else. I'll pay attention to it in the future."

Bai Weining knelt down honestly and apologized honestly.

Mingjing said with a smile, "what's wrong with Miss Bai?"

Bai Weining bit her lower lip with her teeth. She looked tolerant and wronged. Her eyes were red when she said red. If she didn't know, she bullied her as a mirror.

"Sister Mingjing, I shouldn't speak out loud, let the public misunderstand, and cause trouble to you. I will change it in the future."

Bai Weining poured a cup of tea and raised it to the mirror: "I'll replace wine with tea and make amends for you. I hope you have a lot of adults. Don't worry about it with me."

While talking, she bent her knees and approached Mingjing. "Sister Mingjing, I'm really sorry for you this time. I know I'm wrong. I hope we can be friends in the future."

Mingjing picked up the tea cup and gently touched her: "I'll take your apology and avoid being a friend."

Then he drank the tea in the cup.

The words of Mingjing seemed to stimulate Bai Weining. Her eyes turned red instantly, and a layer of water mist floated in her eyes.

"Sister Mingjing... You're still blaming me."

She bent her knees a few steps forward and suddenly shook her body. All the tea in the quilt fell on the mirror.

The white skirt was stained with brown tea stains.

Bai Weining quickly took a paper towel to wipe: "sorry, sister Mingjing, I didn't mean to. I'll compensate you for this dress."

The mirror reached out and brushed it lightly, as casually as brushing away the dust: "no harm."

Bo Lianye, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "Miss ran, Ning Ning is too rash and broke your skirt. It's a pity that such a beautiful skirt is so beautiful. It's just that Ning Ning's apology gift to you is a skirt. Let Ning accompany you to change it. Otherwise, such a big filth is really unsightly for you."

Bai Weining also said, "yes, sister Mingjing, just give me a chance to make amends, or you won't accept my apology."

Mingjing smiled and looked at thin lotus leaves, and then his eyes fell on Bai Weining's face, "well..."

As soon as the voice fell, Bai Weining excitedly pulled her up.

After they left the private room, Bo Lianye poured himself a cup of tea and sent it to his lips. He sniffed the tea fragrance and slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

Five minutes later, the mirror who changed a skirt came in. The skirt was very beautiful enough to show Bai Weining's sincerity, but it was too gorgeous, which made the mirror's cool face look a little more gorgeous.

Bo Lianye looked at the girl who came in slowly, tightened her fingers holding the porcelain cup, and smiled at the corners of her lips: "Miss Ran is beautiful and unparalleled in the world. I don't know who will be lucky to have your favor in the future."

Mingjing kneels down, holds the pot ear and makes tea in a flowing posture.

"Miss Bo is talented, beautiful and intelligent. Whoever marries you is lucky."

The other side said it calmly, as if it was true. However, when she said it through her mouth, it was ironic.

Thin lotus leaf skin smiled and meat did not smile: "Miss ran joked. Maybe we can become friends."

Mingjing put down the teacup: "Miss Bo's sincerity is left to those who need it. I have something else to do. I'm sorry not to accompany you."

Mingjing is too lazy to make a false deal with it and leaves.

She walked on her front feet and came in with Bai weining on her back feet.

Thin lotus leaf sat quietly, staring at a wisp of broken light leaking in the gap of the bamboo curtain, "have you got something?"

Bai Weining sent a transparent bag to Bo Lianye: "I managed to get it. Ye, what do you want her hair for?"

In the transparent bag is a dark hair.

The thin lotus leaf was pinched in her hand without any weight. At the moment, she felt heavy.

The silence of thin lotus leaves makes Bai Weining itch like a cat at the bottom of her heart. She doesn't dare to ask. Recently, the leaves have become a little strange.

"It's all right. Go back first. I'll sit alone."

Bai Weining dared not ask anything and left alone.

After drinking a pot of tea, Bo Lianye dialed a number: "I have a task here. If you help me finish it, I will pay a high reward in return."

The other party readily agreed.

"Send me the address and I'll send you the specimen. I want to know the result as soon as 24 hours."

She can't let anyone around her know about it. She can only arrange for hunter who earns a reward for a difficult task.

Also known as bounty hunter.