The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

   Chapter 524 Hunter

   Zheng Qing drove Mingjing to the tea house.

   "You really don't need my company?"

  Get out of the car without looking back at the camera: "No need."

   "Okay, call me if you have anything."

   Zheng Qing watched Mingjing walk into the tea house with his eyes open. This guy's skills don't need to worry at all.

   It was still early, and there was Huaqing University nearby, and Zheng Qing parked his car at the entrance of the university.

   The lipstick was lighter, she wore a high ponytail, and stepped on a pair of small white shoes. When she walked into the university gate, the guard did not stop her.

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

   As expected of a century-old famous school, even the plane trees growing on both sides of the road are very imposing.

   The young students on the road hurried on their bicycles, no one was looking at them, and their expressions were serious and calm.

   Here, it used to be her and Ayu's dream.

   "Professor Liu's class is about to start. If you are late, you won't be able to get a good spot."

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

   Subconsciously, Zheng Qing stepped on his bicycle and followed.

  The two ran for ten minutes in a row. They had never tried so hard in the 800-hour high school test. Finally, they came to a square modern teaching building. Zheng Qing parked his bicycle and walked into the teaching building.

   In a large stepped classroom on the second floor, there are almost no empty seats. If you look closely, you can see that almost all the people sitting in the front row are girls. Such a **** ratio seems a bit abnormal for a science department.

  The classroom is very quiet, no one is talking nonsense. Before the teacher arrives, everyone is quietly previewing. Occasionally, a few fashionably dressed girls quickly touch up their makeup in front of the mirror.

  Zheng Qing walked in through the back door. It was better to come early than coincidence. It happened that there was the last seat left in the corner. Just as Zheng Qing sat down, 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 lightly 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, her eyes were like an old hen protecting her cubs.

   Suddenly the girl stared at Zheng Qing and asked in confusion, "Which department are you from? Why have I never seen you before?"

  Zheng Qing touched his nose: "Ah, I'm from the Faculty of Letters. I've admired Professor Liu's name for a long time and came here because of his name."

  The girl said in a displeased voice: "What are you doing here from the School of Letters? Can you understand advanced algebra?"

  Zheng Qing smiled: "I don't understand and don't delay my lectures?"

  The girl simply sat down on the stairs, took out the textbook, spread the notes on her lap, took out the pen and began to review the content of the previous lesson.

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

   "Guo Ping."

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

  Guo Ping subconsciously held the note tightly, more precious than a treasure.

  It was only then that she discovered that the other party came to the lecture without even a book or a pen.

   "Another nympho, someone like you is not worthy of Professor Liu's class."

   Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "I can come to give you Professor Liu face."

   Guo Ping rolled his eyes, "Bragging."

   At this moment, a note was handed over next to him, Zheng Qing turned his head and met the girl's gentle gaze.

   "I'll lend you this notebook. Professor Liu will randomly check the homework in the previous class. He is 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, and his class is not boring at all, how can someone like you understand it?"

   "Thank you." Zheng Qing took the note and glanced at it.

   is so densely written with symbols and numbers that you will faint at a glance.

The girl next to    glanced at Zheng Qing, "To be honest, I'm also from the Faculty of Arts, which department are you from?"

   "Nobody, not worth mentioning."

   The girl raised the corners of her mouth, and her white face was fresh and delicate, "My name is Song Jiaoren, and I'm from the Department of Archaeology, Culture and Museology."

   Zheng Qing looked at the young and beautiful face in front of him, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, can Liu Xiangyue have no idea when facing so many beautiful girls of age and full of admiration for him every day?

   The other party is so sincere, she can't be defeated: "Oh, my name is Qingzheng, from the philosophy department."

   Lin Nanjiao was stunned for a moment: "This name is quite unique."

   Zheng Qing smiled and said, "Because I like to eat steamed fish."

The expression on Guo Ping's face next to    is indescribable. Is this a name that a normal person can choose?

  Song Jiaoren looked towards the door, his eyes brightened: "Professor Liu is here."

  Zheng Qing subconsciously turned his head to look, the man walked in with a briefcase, the moment he stepped into the classroom, all the noise stopped abruptly, and the quiet needles fell in the amphitheater of Nuoda.

  The man was wearing a black trench coat, slender and straight like a pine and bamboo, and his skin was as fine and white as snow, but it did not appear feminine at all, but instead had a luster like cold jade.

   With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his tall nose, he looks gentle and elegant, with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, walking slowly, and every step is like stepping on the tip of his heart.

  Students of top universities, those excitement and excitement are hidden behind restrained eyes.

   Liu Xiangyue walked to the podium, looked around, and said with a smile, "Thank you for coming to my class. Today's number of people has broken a new high."

There were also a lot of students sitting on the stairs, which logically did not conform to the school rules, but Liu Xiangyue did not chase anyone away. Every student had the right to listen to the class. It makes the majority of students unable to stop, and it is very different from those stereotyped and rotten male teachers with teaching sticks.

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

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

   Zheng Qing asked in a low voice, "Why didn't he call his name?" Isn't this the basic exercise of the university?

Song Jiaoren said in a low voice: "Professor Liu's class is always full of people, and it doesn't make sense to call names, and he never calls names, but he often asks people to answer questions. We learned about micro-business in the last class, please review it, wait for Liu The professor will call someone on stage to deduce the formula."

   Zheng Qing looked at the symbols on the paper, his eyes dazzled.

   Liu Xiangyue put down the chalk and turned to look at the seat. Wherever his eyes passed, he lowered his head nervously, or brightened his eyes with excitement.

   Zheng Qing was thinking about her poor and poor math knowledge, which was useless here. There were hundreds of students in the classroom, and Liu Xiangyue couldn't point to her at all.

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

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

  Zheng Qing fell into deep thought and didn't notice at all.

   Until Song Jiaoren, who was beside him, touched her arm, Zheng Qing suddenly came back to his senses, and saw that all the eyes of everyone in the classroom were on her, and the pressure was overwhelming.

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

"I?"

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

   In the last row, only she is wearing purple.

   Zheng Qing smiled, she had never regretted it so much, why did she come to join in the fun.

   Was this dog man on purpose?

   There is at least a dozen meters from the podium to the last row. Is it because she is too unlucky or this dog man has too good eyes?

  Everyone saw "Lucky" sitting there blankly, his eyes were blank, as if he hadn't heard Liu Xiangyue's words.

  Professor Liu pointed out to you, it is your honor to be so disrespectful to Professor Liu.

  Some of the students were already dissatisfied.

  Song Jiaoren secretly tugged at the corner of 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, or go up and give this dog man a slap in the ear?

   In her thoughts, she stood up calmly, met countless pairs of eyes, and walked down the stairs to the podium.

   She heard a male voice whispering beside her: "This girl is so beautiful, how come I've never seen her before?"

  The man stood on the podium, his eyes were gentle and unwavering, but anyone who knew him would find that the eyes he stared at the girls under the stage were like a vortex that gradually condensed, mysterious and dangerous.

  ——

  The tea house has a quiet environment, playing soothing light music.

  The sound of water outside the bead curtain is poetic and elegant.

   Jingjing didn't wait long, the wooden door opened, and thin lotus leaves came in.

   "Sorry, Miss Ran, for keeping you waiting."

   Mingjing played with a white magnolia in a white porcelain vase at the mouth of the shin. The fragrance was overflowing, fresh and elegant, and the fragrance lasted for a long time.

   "It's okay, if Miss Bo is here to apologize, it's not necessary."

   Thin lotus leaf looked at the door: "Come in."

  Bai Weining walked in, looked at the bright mirror, and lowered his eyes quickly.

   "Sister Mingjing, I'm sorry, I shouldn't say those words to cause misunderstanding among the public. Can you help me clarify it on the Internet, I really have no other intentions, and I will pay attention to it in the future."

  Bai Weining honestly sat down on his knees and apologized honestly.

   Ming Jing smiled and said, "What's wrong with Miss Bai?"

  Bai Weining bit her lower lip with her teeth, her expression held back and aggrieved, her eyes turned red when she said it was red, and those who didn't know it would be bullying her.

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

  Bai Weining poured a cup of tea and held it in front of the mirror: "I will use tea instead of wine to make amends for you. I hope you have a lot, so don't bother with me."

   As she spoke, 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 still be friends in the future."

  Der Spiegel picked up the teacup and touched her lightly: "I accept your apology, and I don't need to be friends."

   After that, he drank the tea in the cup.

   Mingjing's words seemed to irritate Bai Weining, her eyes instantly turned red, and there was a layer of mist in her eyes.

   "Sister Mingjing... You are still blaming me."

   She bent her knees a few steps forward, her body suddenly swayed, and all the tea in the quilt was poured onto Ming Jing's body.

  The white skirt was stained with brown tea stains.

  Bai Weining hurriedly took a tissue and wiped it: "I'm sorry Sister Mingjing, I didn't mean it, I'll pay you for this dress."

   Ming Jing stretched out his hand and brushed it lightly, as casually as brushing away dust: "No problem."

Bo Lianye, who had been silent, suddenly said: "Miss Ran, it was Ning Ning who was too reckless and broke your skirt, such a beautiful skirt is such a pity, it happened that Ning Ning gave you an apology gift of a skirt. Ning Ning accompany you to change it, otherwise such a big filth will be really unsightly for you."

  Bai Weining also said: "Yes, Sister Mingjing, give me a chance to make amends, or you will not accept my apology."

   Mingjing smiled and glanced at the thin lotus leaf, and then his eyes fell on Bai Weining's face, "Well then..."

   As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Weining excitedly pulled her up.

  After the two left the private room, Bo Lianye poured himself a cup of tea and brought it to his lips, sniffing the fragrance of the tea, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

   Five minutes later, Ding Jing came in with a new skirt. This skirt was very beautiful, enough to show Bai Wei Ning's sincerity, but it was too gorgeous, which made Ming Jing's cold complexion look a little more gorgeous.

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

   Mingjing sat down on his knees, held up the ears of the pot, and brewed tea with flowing water.

   "Ms. Bo is talented and smart, whoever marries you is lucky."

   The other party said it calmly, as if it was the truth, but when it came out of her mouth, it was sarcastic how it sounded.

   Thin lotus leaf skin smiles but does not smile: "Miss Ran is joking, maybe, we can become friends."

   Mingjing put down the teacup: "Miss Bo's sincerity should be left to those who need it. I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you."

   Mingjing was too lazy to make excuses with him, so he said goodbye and left.

   She walked on the front foot, and Bai Weining walked in on the back foot.

  The thin lotus leaf sat quietly, staring at the shattered light leaking from the gap of the bamboo curtain, "Have you got the thing?"

  Bai Weining brought a transparent bag to the thin lotus leaf: "I finally got it, Ye Ye, what do you want her hair for?"

  In the transparent bag is a strand of jet-black hair.

   The thin lotus leaf was held in her hand, without the slightest weight, but at this moment, she felt heavy.

   The silence of the thin lotus leaves made Bai Weining's heart itch like a cat scratching, and she didn't dare to ask, because the leaves have become a little strange recently.

   "It's okay, you go back first, I'll sit alone for a while."

  Bai Weining didn't dare to ask anything and left first.

   Thin Lotus Leaf finished drinking a pot of tea and dialed a number: "I have a task here. If you help me complete it, I will reward you with a high bounty."

   The other party readily agreed.

   "Send me the address, and I will send the specimen to you, within 24 hours at the earliest, I want to know the result."

   She can't let anyone around her know about this, she can only assign it to hunters who earn bounties on difficult tasks.

   is also known as the bounty hunter.

   (end of this chapter)