Fortune Teller Master

Remember for a second

, but fortune-telling, feng shui, and formation are all very powerful. The most frightening thing is that this girl did not know where to learn the ability to attract thunder with one hand, and hacked a lot of people. The guy who played ghost was struck to death on the street by lightning after jiāo with Lin Qingyin.

In Qi Province in the winter, it rained a lot in order to split him, what a face, and God had to protect her to do this.

Thinking of this, Old Man Song felt that it might be a good thing that he was struck by lightning in advance, at least he could not die by lying here. As long as I don't scold that little bunny...

Before the words in his heart were finished, Old Man Song felt that the bright weather outside was instantly dimmed. Old man Song lying on the bed was so frightened that his urine tube was trembling, and he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't dare, I won't dare to say it again, I'm a bastard."

Xiao Wu, who was sitting on the side nibbling on the apple, heard the strange snoring from the master, and thought he wanted to say something, so he stretched out his hand and pulled his oxygen mask off: "Master, what do you want to say?"

Not long after he became seriously ill, old man Song, whose breathing function was still very poor, instantly felt a burst of oxygen deprivation. He felt like he had left the fish in the water.

Xiao Wu looked down at him with the apple in his mouth for a long time, until the machine strapped to him screamed, Xiao Wu dropped the oxygen mask and rushed out: "Doctor, doctor, my master fainted!"

The medical staff who came in a hurry rushed to give first aid, and it took a long time to rescue Old Man Song. The head nurse glared at Xiao Wu angrily: "Why are you taking off his oxygen mask?"

Xiao Wu looked innocent: "My master wants to talk to me, but I can't hear clearly through the oxygen mask."

Feeling that the light outside the window became clear again, the weak old man Song wanted to cry in desperation: I think I know the reason why I was still alive after being hit by a stone or struck by lightning. The co-author is for the purpose of cutting flesh with a dull knife. , toss me twice.

Oh my God, or you'd still kill me! This time, it's scary! I'm afraid I can't stand the excitement!

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"Qingyin, have you written the homework assigned by Boss Zhang? I have a problem that I can't do, I'll take a look at you!" Chen Zinuo took out a stack of papers from the suitcase, and complained while sorting it out: "Usually There is enough homework, it’s so easy to relax during the holiday, and there is still homework for the winter vacation. You don’t know, they all laughed when they heard the news during my winter vacation and high school class reunion.”

Shen Qianqian's voice was soft and waxy, but she was not ambiguous in her complaints: "Other colleges don't assign homework for winter and summer vacations, so we are Professor Zhang. By the way, Qingyin, you are not very close to our class's counselor assistant Jiang Wei. Familiar, did he say whether Professor Zhang would read the papers we made?"

"I can read it!" Lin Qingyin looked at her regretfully: "And she will also record her grades into her usual homework points."

Upon hearing this, An Meijuan, who was sitting firmly on the bed, was not calm, she took out her paper and said, "We are a couple, I have a few questions that I am not sure about. Qing Yin, take out your paper as well, let's Your math score is the best in the class."

Even though Lin Qingyin can forget to do her homework, her math is indeed the best in the class. However, Lin Qingyin's good grades depend on her amazing memory, strong logical ability and comprehension ability. She likes to study the mysterious and mysterious connections in mathematics. What she dislikes the most is to repeat the same type of questions. Writing homework makes people feel embarrassed to call her a scholar.

"Qingyin, have you done the final big question of the first set of papers?" Chen Zinuo asked while holding Lin Qingyin's papers.

"It's done!" Lin Qingyin was packing up the various specialties and snacks that her three roommates fed her. Before the holiday, she specially prepared amulets for her roommates as a New Year's gift. In return, the food brought by the roommates almost drowned Lin Qingyin's bed.

Lin Qingyin grabbed a handful of hazelnuts and squeezed them lightly, and the hazelnut shells were crushed like fragile egg shells. Lin Qingyin said while picking up the hazelnuts to eat: "Jiang Wei helped me write it, he must have done it."

As soon as they heard Jiang Wei's homework, the three roommates immediately put their heads together and divided the papers with one hand. They were all from the same dormitory, and they knew Lin Qingyin's words; Jiang Wei, as a counselor's assistant, sometimes wrote something on the blackboard, and they had also seen Jiang Wei's words. To be honest, the writing styles of the two are completely different, but the handwriting on this paper is exactly the same as Lin Qingyin's.

"I'll go, this Jiang Wei imitates your words very well!" Chen Zinuo praised.

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