Fortune Teller Master

Like a proud peacock, Zhang Qiao flicked his hair and stretched out his hands to touch two strands of hair. The intoxicated look was almost unbearable. Principal Wang was very angry when he saw it, and wanted to shave the circle of hair over his head.

Obviously, I used the hair extensions first. Why should your hair grow faster than mine? ! !

Looking at President Wang with a constipated expression, Zhang Qiao felt very comfortable. For the first time in so many years, he was the first to win a victory over his hair. With this in mind, this 300,000 yuan was not worthless. When he goes to work tomorrow, he will become the middle-aged man with the most hair in the company.

"President Wang, thank you so much!" Zhang Qiao was so happy that he almost grinned to his ears: "Thank you for telling me that the little master will do the hair styling. Look at my hair overnight. It’s grown out, it’s really amazing!"

Principal Wang smiled hypocritically: "So fast, if someone who doesn't know thinks you are going to plant hair."

The smile on Zhang Qiao's face stiffened, and he quickly countered: "How can hair transplants have such a good effect, you look at my thick black hair, you feel the smooth feel, you look at Fascinating luster, how can the planted hair be comparable to my hair. Principal Wang, I think there is a little whiteness in your temples? Is the stone hair charm too slow to work?"

Principal Wang couldn't help but reach out and touch the position above his ears. In fact, it was much better here than before Dai Shengfa. At that time, his hair on both sides was white, and he looked like more than fifty people. Now it's a little bit sporadic. When his hair grows and turns black, he will definitely be more handsome than Zhang Qiao.

What about hair? Look at his fat belly, not young at all!

Zhang Simiao watched that President Wang couldn’t even hold the fake and fake smile, for fear that her dad would make her stay at school yellow, and quickly walked over and squeezed between the two: "Principal, we are here today to apply with you The thing about staying at school..."

"By the way, we are here to stay at school!" Zhang Qiao laughed with a slap; "You look at me, just say your hair, forget the business."

Principal Wang took a deep breath and said: "I can just apply directly to the class teacher? What do you call me?"

Zhang Simiao glanced at her father a little guilty. She didn't know why her father had to call the headmaster. She understood it now. The co-author is just to compare the headmaster's hair. It was too naive.

Zhang Simiao has not expected what his dad can do, but it is easier to say this by himself: "Principal Wang, Lin Qingyin and I have said that, we both want to apply for a dormitory."

"Little Master wants to live with you." President Wang's complexion finally calmed down, looking at Zhang Simiao's eyes a little more kindly: "The school's room for Lin Qingyin happened to be her alone, and you live with her. Also have a companion together."

Principal Wang took Zhang Simiao to pay the accommodation fee, went through the formalities and took the key, and delivered it to the dormitory in person.

The dormitory of Oriental International High School in Qicheng is second to none. Each student has a separate south-facing bedroom, three people share a living room, a dining room and two bathrooms, refrigerator, washing machine, air conditioner, water dispenser, fan and other facilities Everything is complete.

Because this house was selected for Lin Qingyin, she chose her most east house. This type of room has a large L-shaped balcony connected to the east and the north, which is more than the other with only a balcony on the north side. The room type is much better.

Lin Qingyin hasn't come to check in yet, but the school has sent all the things sent out, and the brand new four-piece set has been placed in the room.

Principal Wang briefly introduced the environment of the dormitory and left. Zhang Qiao was still happily touching his hair: "A penny and a penny, you see how slow the principal's hair grows, or mine Hair symbol is easy to use."

Ding Hong didn't want to take care of Zhang Qiao anymore. He was obviously an exquisite man in the business field. This long hair didn't know what his surname was, and he kept showing it in the face of President Wang. That is, Principal Wang is not bad at all and he does not hesitate to care about him.

President Wang, who doesn't remember his enemies, became more and more angry when he came out of the dormitory.

Huh, let you show your hair again! ╭(╯^╰)╮

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Jiang Wei's time for postgraduate study is getting closer and closer. He is now fully reviewing the sprint at home. Lin Qingyin went to New Oriental to learn English by himself. The teacher responsible for teaching Lin Qingyin English is Yang Dashuai. He has been a character like Xueba since he was a child. His life has been smooth until he met Lin Qingyin.

He had a headache when he thought of speaking English to Lin Qingyin. In fact, at present, the two people are not teaching grammar, they just recite words.

The two took an identical English-Chinese dictionary, and Yang Shuai repeated the pronunciation of Lin Qingyin, and then Yang Shuai had to read the above Chinese and English explanations again. It was more tiring than lectures in the morning, and his throat was straight and smokey.

The first time he took such a lesson, he thought it was useless, and he read it again at such a fast speed that he could not remember anything at all. After the course ended, in order to let Lin Qingyin know that this method of learning was useless, he deliberately found some strange words to torture her, but did not expect Lin Qingyin not only to pronounce the standard, but also to remember the meaning of the explanation once.

Yang Shuai completely convinced, this is the legendary genius.

The genius is particularly refreshing to teach. You don’t need to consider her acceptance ability, whether she understands, or listen to her feedback.

Yang Dashuai has always been the most ideal teaching state, but after teaching Lin Qingyin, he found that he was wrong. It’s really tiring to just talk! The key point is that he can't say rest yet. Lin Qingyin will give a timer as soon as he rests. He has to make up the rest time after class. It really uses every minute of the blade.

For the first time, Yang Shuai thought it was not easy to make some money!

This is the third lesson. After finishing the lesson, Mr. Yang quickly opened the insulated bucket he brought and filled a bowl of iced sugar pear soup to moisturize his throat. Lin Qingyin packed his schoolbag and handed a note to Master Yang, who wrote his name and phone number.

At the age of more than 20 years old, Yang Dashuai blushed as soon as he saw the phone number, and squeezed the note back: "You are too young. The important thing is to study now. Others will wait for the university entrance exam. "

Lin Qingyin didn’t listen to what he wanted to express. He reached for the note and added two lines of words on the table: “I’m busy. I want to remember to call in advance to make an appointment.”

Yang Dashuai watched Lin Qingyin shake his schoolbag out of the classroom, blushing and scratching his head: "How can I attract students like this?"

Picking up the paper on the desk, Yang Dashuai found that Lin Qingyin's phone number had two more lines under it: counting hexagrams, measuring words, and looking at Feng Shui. Don't disturb between 7 am and 9 pm!

Yang Shuai is so embarrassed, what routine is this?

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Lin Qingyin went home for lunch and opened the newly bought suitcase to start loading clothes. In fact, her clothes are not many. In the past, the conditions in her home were not good, and the clothes were just enough to wear. It's rich now, but Lin Qingyin is empty shopping, and there are few clothes that he can wear.

Qingyin's mother looked at her daughter's empty suitcase and worried: "Girls of this size like to dress up. How many clothes do you go out to buy?"

Lin Qingyin put the English-Chinese dictionary in the box unconsciously: "I usually wear school uniforms, two sets are enough for changing."

Qingyin's mother sighed, thinking that Zhang Simiao, who came to her house that day, was going to live in a dormitory with Lin Qingyin, couldn't help telling: "When you have no class, go to the mall with Simiao, and it will be cold immediately. You have to buy a coat. Last year's were small."

Lin Qingyin looked at the clothes in the box and stuffed more than a dozen bags of beef jerky from the supermarket into the suitcase. He snapped the lid with a snap: "Mom, I'm going to school."

Lin Qingyin usually rides a bicycle to school, this time it is not convenient to ride a bicycle with luggage, so Wang Fatzi was called to pick it up, and when the luggage was put in school, the two happened to go to the park for fortune telling.

On weekends, parents or relatives send students, so the aunt in the dormitory downstairs will not block it. Wang Fatzi smoothly followed Lin Qingyin into the dormitory.

The Zhang Simiao family had just had lunch from the cafeteria and returned to the dormitory. Zhang Qiao sat on the sofa and praised the food in the cafeteria. Ding Hong was washing the shabu on the balcony. Place

She's washing machine is equipped with self-cleaning and high-temperature disinfection functions. Ding Hong has already washed the washing machine in the morning and disinfected it with a high temperature of 90 degrees, and then put the four-piece set of Lin Qingyin and Zhang Simiao into it for washing in batches. Educate Zhang Simiao while washing: "If you buy a new one, you have to wash it before you can use it. You don't know how much dust is stuck on it."

When Lin Qingyin opened the door of the dormitory, he saw the warm scene with his family. Ding Honggang put Lin Qingyin's four-piece suit in the washing machine and came out with her sleeves and said to her: "Master, your bed sheet is covered for me After washing, I will put it on for you after drying."

Lin Qingyin thanked him, put down his suitcase and picked up a bag of stones and was ready to go out.

Zhang Simiao, who was hurt by his mother's nagging head, jumped from the sofa and asked curiously, "Lin Qingyin, are you going out?"

Lin Qingyin nodded: "Fortune-telling in the park, are you going?"

When Zhang Simiao's eyes lit up, he threw the book in his hand and picked up his coat on the sofa and rushed to the door: "I am with you."

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Fatty Wang had already prepared a place for Lin Qingyin, but Lin Qingyin has been busy with school affairs recently, and the number of times for calculating guay is very few. In addition, every time she came out to calculate gua, the weather was good and she went straight to the park. Here comes, after all, the sunny outdoor this season is more comfortable than indoor.

Today, the temperature of the sunshine is adequate and the temperature does not make people feel sun-baked. Lin Qingyin has routinely set the location of the hexagram on the grass.

Lin Qingyin's calculations are limited every time he comes out, and usually there are more lively than calculations, and this time is no exception. Lin Qingyin saw from afar that the grass was full of people, but everyone sat next to Maza and left it in the middle, which was for Lin Qingyin and Wang Fatty.

Zhang Simiao was nervous when he saw so many people in the park, and he asked Lin Qingyin anxiously: "Will the broad court's calculations be suppressed? Won't the police control?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Simiao saw a woman running over excitedly, bowing straight to Lin Qingxin: "Little Master, I am Ma Mingyu's mother."

"Ma Mingyu?" Wang Fatzi scratched his head and finally remembered this person: "Hey, isn't it the little policeman we met on this first day? He finished the operation?"

"It's done, because of the early discovery, the operation effect is particularly good. The hospital just came out this morning." Ma Mingyu's mother said: "He still has a bit of pain today. He must thank you personally when he recovers."

Lin Qingyin smiled slightly: "He also saved me once, there is no need to say thank you."

Through the crowd, Lin Qingyin sat in his old position, and the people who had been circling in the same place finally relieved. Before Wang Fatty called, he sat in front of Lin Qingyin: "Little Master, I am embarrassed by something. For a long time, I would like to ask you to do a calculation for me."

Lin Qingyin carefully looked at his face and habitually touched his turtle shell: "You have so many embarrassing things, which one do you want to count?"