The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 524 Hunter

Zheng Qing drove Ming Jing to the tea house.

"You really don't need me to accompany you?"

Ming got out of the car without looking back: "No need."

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

Zheng Qing watched Ming Jing walk into the teahouse, there was no need to worry about this guy's skills.

It was still early, and Huaqing University was nearby. Zheng Qing parked his car at the gate of the university like a ghost.

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

The campus is huge, so Zheng Qing picked up a shared bicycle and rode around.

It really deserves to be a century-old famous school, even the sycamore 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 around, their expressions were serious and calm, and everyone had a kind of self-confidence that was easy to handle.

This place used to be her and Ah Yu's dream.

"Professor Liu's class is about to start, if you are late, you will not be able to get a good seat."

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

Subconsciously, Zheng Qing stepped on his bicycle and followed.

The two ran continuously for ten minutes. They had never run so hard during the 800 test in high school. 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 find that almost all the seats in the front row are girls. Such a gender 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, and occasionally there are a few fashionable girls who quickly touch up their makeup in front of the mirror.

Zheng Qing walked in from the back door, it was a coincidence that he came earlier, there was the last seat left in the corner, just as Zheng Qing sat down, a girl with a round face glared at Zheng Qing angrily.

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

The girl was so anxious that she was about to cry, "I managed to grab Professor Liu's class, I won't leave, it's you who should leave."

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, wondering: "Which department are you from? Why have I never seen you before?"

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

When the girl heard this, she said angrily, "Why are you here to join in the fun? Can you understand advanced algebra?"

Zheng Qing smiled: "If you don't understand, it won't delay my class?"

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

Zheng Qing was quite surprised, and asked with his face propped up, "What's your name?"

"Guo Ping."

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

Guo Ping hugged the note subconsciously, it was more precious than a treasure.

It was only then that she realized that the other party didn't even bring a book or a pen with her when she came to attend the class.

"Another nympho, a person like you doesn't deserve to listen to Professor Liu's class."

Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows: "I can come because I have given you Professor Liu face."

Guo Ping rolled her eyes, "Bragging."

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

"I'll lend you this notebook. Professor Liu will randomly check the homework of the previous class. He is very strict. If you can't answer it well, 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 someone like you understand it?"

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

It is densely written with symbols and numbers, and it will make you dizzy at a glance.

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

"No one, nothing worth mentioning."

The corner of the girl's lips curled up, her fair face was fresh and tender, "My name is Song Jiaoren, and I am from the Department of Archeology and Cultural Museum."

Zheng Qing looked at the young and beautiful face in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, could this Liu Xiangyue have no idea when he faced so many beautiful young girls who adored him every day?

With the other party being so sincere, she couldn't be outdone: "Oh, my name is Qing Zheng, from the Department of Philosophy."

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

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

The face of Guo Ping next to her was indescribable. Is this a name that normal people can choose?

Song Jiaoren looked in the direction of the door, his eyes brightened slightly: "Professor Liu is here."

Zheng Qing subconsciously turned his head to look, and the man came in carrying a briefcase. The moment he stepped into the classroom, all the noise stopped abruptly, and the needle drop could be heard quietly in the auditorium of Nuoda University.

The man was wearing a black windbreaker, tall and straight like pine and bamboo, against which his skin was as fine and white as snow, but it didn't look feminine at all, instead it had a lustrous luster like cold jade.

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

The excitement and excitement of students from top universities are hidden behind their restrained eyes.

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

There were also many students sitting on the stairs. It stands to reason that this did not comply with the school rules, but Liu Xiangyue did not chase them away. Any student has the right to attend the lecture, no matter how his lectures are taught. It makes the majority of students unable to stop, which is very different from those rigid and decadent male teachers holding teaching sticks.

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

Liu Xiangyue picked up the chalk, turned around and wrote on the blackboard.

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

Song Jiaoren said in a low voice: "Professor Liu's classes are always overcrowded, roll call is meaningless, and he never does roll call, but he often calls people to answer questions. You learned about micro-business in the last class. You should review it later. The professor will ask someone to come up on stage to deduce the formula."

Zheng Qing was dazzled when he looked at the paper full of symbols.

Liu Xiangyue put down the chalk and turned to look at the seat. Wherever her gaze passed, she either lowered her head nervously or lit up her eyes excitedly.

Zheng Qing was thinking that her meager knowledge of mathematics was useless here. There were hundreds of students in the classroom, and it was impossible for Liu Xiangyue to spot her.

But when people are unlucky, drinking cold water will clog the teeth.

"Girls in purple coats in the last row, please come on stage."

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

It wasn't until Song Jiaoren beside her touched her arm that Zheng Qing suddenly came back to his senses, and saw that all eyes in the classroom were on her, and the pressure was overwhelming.

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

"I?"

The man smiled and nodded: "Student, do you have any questions?"

In the last row, only she is wearing purple clothes.

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

Did this dog man do it on purpose?

From the podium to the last row, there is at least a dozen meters. Is she too unlucky or is this dog man with too good eyesight?

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

It's your honor that Professor Liu pointed you out, but you are so disrespectful to Professor Liu.

Some students' eyes were already dissatisfied.

Song Jiaoren secretly tugged at the corner of her clothes: "Student, Professor Liu is calling 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 face?

In a flash of thought, she stood up calmly, met countless eyes, walked down the stairs, and walked to the podium.

She heard a male voice whispering next to her: "This girl is so beautiful, why haven't I seen her before?"

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

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The environment of the tea house is quiet and soothing light music is played.

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

Ming Jing didn't wait long, the wooden door opened, and Bo Lianye walked in.

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

Ming Jing played with a magnolia in the 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 came here to apologize, it's not necessary."

Bo Lianye looked at the door: "Come in."

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

"Sister Mingjing, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those words to cause misunderstandings among the public, can you clarify for me online, I really don't mean anything else, I will definitely pay attention in the future."

Bai Weining sat down on his knees obediently, 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 was forbearance and aggrieved, her eyes were red as soon as she said it, and if she didn't know it, she was bullying her like a bright mirror.

"Sister Mingjing, I shouldn't have spoken out loud, misunderstood the public, and caused you trouble. I will definitely change it in the future."

Bai Weining poured a cup of tea and held it in front of Ming Jing: "I will replace wine with tea to make amends for you, and I hope you have a lot of it, don't be as fussy as I am."

While talking, she bent her knees and approached Ming Jing, "Sister Ming Jing, I am really sorry for you this time, I know I was wrong, I hope we can still be friends in the future."

Ming Jing picked up the teacup, and touched her lightly: "I accept your apology, and it's unnecessary to be friends."

Then he drank the tea in the cup.

Ming Jing's words seemed to have stimulated Bai Weining, her eye sockets instantly turned red, and there was a layer of water mist in her eyes.

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

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

The white skirt was stained with brown tea stains.

Bai Weining hurriedly wiped it with a tissue: "I'm sorry, Sister Ming Jing, I didn't do it on purpose, I will compensate you for the clothes."

Ming Jing stretched out his hand and flicked lightly, casually like brushing away dust: "No problem."

Bo Lianye, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Miss Ran, it was Ningning who was too reckless and broke your skirt. What a pity for such a beautiful skirt. It happens that Ningning gave you a skirt as an apology, so let Ning Ning will accompany you to change it, otherwise such a big filth will really be an eyesore to you."

Bai Weining also said: "Yes, Sister Mingjing, just give me a chance to make amends, otherwise you won't accept my apology."

Ming Jing smiled and glanced at Bo Lianye, then his eyes fell on Bai Weining's face, "Okay..."

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

After the two left the private room, Bo Lianye poured a cup of tea for herself, brought it to her lips, sniffing the fragrance of the tea lightly, the corners of her lips curled slightly.

Five minutes later, Ming Jing walked in with a different dress. This dress was very beautiful, enough to show Bai Weining's sincerity, but it was too gorgeous, which made Ming Jing's cold complexion look a little more gorgeous.

Bo Lianye looked at the girl who was slowly walking in, she tightened her fingers holding the porcelain cup, and smiled at the corner of her lips: "Miss Ran is unparalleled in beauty, she is unparalleled in the world, and I don't know who will be lucky enough to be favored by you in the future."

Ming Jing sat down on his knees, held up the ears of the pot, and brewed tea smoothly.

"Miss Bo is talented, beautiful and intelligent, whoever marries you will be the lucky one."

The other party spoke very calmly, as if she was telling the truth, but when it came out of her mouth, it was ironic no matter how it sounded.

Bo Lianye smiled but said: "Miss Ran is joking, maybe, we can be friends."

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

Ming Jing was too lazy to make false claims with him, so he bid farewell and left.

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

Bo Lianye sat quietly, staring at a ray of broken light leaking through the gap of the bamboo curtain, "Did you get the things?"

Bai Weining brought a transparent bag to Bo Lianye: "I finally got it, Ye Zi, what do you want her hair for?"

Inside the transparent bag was a strand of jet-black hair.

The thin lotus leaf was pinched in her hand without any weight, but at this moment, she felt heavy.

Bo Lianye's silence made Bai Weining's heart itch like a cat's scratching, but she didn't dare to ask, Ye Zi became 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 alone.

After drinking a pot of tea, Bo Lianye dialed a number: "I have a task here, if you help me complete it, I will reward you with a high reward."

The other party readily agreed.

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

She can't let anyone around her know about this, and she can only arrange it for the hunter who earns rewards for difficult tasks.

Also known as the bounty hunter.