Zhang Qiao was like a proud peacock, flicking his hair and then reaching out to touch two strands of hair. The intoxicated appearance was so intoxicating that people could not bear to look directly at him. Principal Wang looked very angry and wanted to shave off the circle of hair on top of his head.
Obviously it was the hair growth charm I used first, so why does your hair grow faster than mine? ! !
Seeing Principal Wang with an expression of constipation, Zhang Qiao felt very comfortable in his heart. It was the first time he had won the match in his hair for the first time in so many years. On this basis, the 300,000 yuan was not in vain. When he goes to work tomorrow, he will become the middle-aged man with the most hair in the company. Just thinking about it makes him happy!
"Principal Wang, thank you so much!" Zhang Qiao grinned happily to the root of his ears: "Thank you for telling me that the little master will make hair growth charms. Look at my hair all night. It grows out, it's really efficacious!"
Principal Wang showed a false smile: "So fast, if anyone who doesn't know thinks you went for a hair transplant."
The smile on Zhang Qiao's face stiffened, and he quickly countered: "How can hair transplantation have such a good effect, look at my thick black hair, you feel the smooth feel, you see The charming luster, how can the planted hair compare to my hair. Principal Wang, I think there is still a little white on your sideburns? Is the stone hair growth charm too slow to work?"
Principal Wang couldn't help reaching out and touching the position above his ears. In fact, this place was much better than before wearing the hair growth charm. At that time, the hair on both sides of him was white, and he looked like a person of more than fifty people. Now it's only a little bit sporadic, and when his hair grows out 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 looked at Principal Wang unable to maintain even the fake smile. For fear that her father would make the matter of her living in school outrageous, he hurriedly walked over and squeezed between the two of them: "Principal, we are here today to apply with you. About living on campus..."
"By the way, we are here to live on campus!" Zhang Qiao slapped and laughed; "Look at me, just talk about my hair, and forget about business."
Principal Wang took a deep breath of anger: "You can apply directly to the head teacher when you live on campus? What do you call me for?"
Zhang Simiao glanced at her father with some guilty conscience. She didn't know why his father had to call the principal. She now understands it. The co-author is just to compare her hair with the principal. It's too naive.
Zhang Simiao no longer expects his father to help. It is easier to say this by himself: "President Wang, I have agreed with Lin Qingyin. We want to apply to live in a dormitory."
"Little Master wants to live with you." Principal Wang's expression finally eased, and the look in Zhang Simiao's eyes became a little more kind: "The room arranged by the school for Lin Qingyin happens to be the only person in Lin Qingyin. You live with her. There is also a companion together."
Principal Wang took Zhang Simiao to pay the accommodation fee, go through the formalities and take the key, and then sent her to the dormitory himself.
Dongfang International High School’s dormitory is second to none in Qicheng. Each student has a separate south-facing bedroom. The three people share a living room, a dining room and two bathrooms. Fridges, washing machines, air conditioners, water dispensers, fans and other facilities It's all the same.
Because this house was chosen for Lin Qingyin, she deliberately chose the east-most house for her. This room type has an L-shaped large balcony connecting the east and north sides. Compared with other rooms, only the north side has a balcony. The room type is much better.
Lin Qingyin hasn't come to check in yet, but the school has already delivered all the things sent, and the brand-new four-piece suit 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: "You get what you pay for, you see how slow Principal Wang’s hair grows, it’s mine. The hair growth charm works well."
Ding Hong didn't want to talk to Zhang Qiao anymore. He was a pretty sleek person in the business field. He didn't even know what his surname was with this long hair. He kept showing up in front of Principal Wang. That is to say, Principal Wang is pretty good and he does not hesitate to care about him.
The "no grudge" Principal Wang thought about getting angry when he got out of the dormitory. He took out his cell phone and blocked all Zhang Qiao's WeChat and phone numbers!
Humph, let you show off your hair! ╭(╯^╰)╮
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The time for Jiang Wei to take the postgraduate entrance examination is getting closer and closer. Now he is doing his best to review the sprint at home, and Lin Qingyin goes to New Oriental to study English alone. The teacher in charge of teaching Lin Qingyin's English is called Dashuai Yang. He has been a student of tyrants since he was a child. His life has been smooth and smooth until he met Lin Qingyin.
The thought of speaking English to Lin Qingyin gave him a headache. In fact, the two of them did not teach grammar at present, they just memorized vocabulary.
The two of them took an identical English-Chinese dictionary. Yang Dashuai read the words Lin Qingyin and repeated the pronunciation, and then Yang Dashuai had to read the Chinese and English explanations above. He was more tired than lectures all morning, and his voice was dry and smokey.
The first time he went to class like this, he felt it was useless, and he could only read it once at such a fast speed, and he couldn't remember anything at all. After the course was over, in order to let Lin Qingyin know that this kind of study was useless, Yang Dashuai deliberately found some uncommon words to torture her, but he did not expect that Lin Qingyin not only had a standard pronunciation, but also remembered the explanation of meaning once.
Marshal Yang was completely convinced, this is the legendary genius.
The feeling of being taught by a genius is particularly sour and refreshing. You don't need to consider her receptive ability, whether she can understand or not, and you don't need to listen to her feedback, just keep your head down.
Dashuai Yang has always been in this ideal teaching state, but after teaching Lin Qingyin, he found that he was very wrong, and it was really tiring to keep talking about it! The key is that he can't talk about taking a break. Lin Qingyin will count the rest as soon as he takes a break. After class, he has to make up for the rest time. He really spends every minute on the blade.
For the first time, Marshal Yang felt that it was not easy to make some money!
This was the third class. After the class, Mr. Yang hurriedly opened the thermos bucket he brought and filled a bowl of rock sugar pear soup to moisturize his throat. Lin Qingyin packed his schoolbags and handed a note to Dashuai Yang with his name and phone number written on it.
Dashuai Yang was only in his twenties, he blushed as soon as he saw the phone number, and handed the note back with a knack: "You are too young, now the important thing is to study, and the rest will wait until you are admitted to the university. "
Lin Qingyin didn't understand what he wanted to express. He reached out and took the note, added two lines on it, and patted it on the table: "I'm very busy. If you want to find me, remember to call in advance to make an appointment."
Marshal Yang watched Lin Qingyin flick his schoolbag out of the classroom, blushing and scratching his head: "Why do I attract students like this?"
Picking up the note on the table, Yang Dashuai found that Lin Qingyin's phone number had two more lines underneath: fortune-telling, character testing, and feng shui. Don't disturb between 7 a.m. and 9 p.m.!
Marshal Yang is dumbfounded, what kind of routine is this
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Lin Qingyin went home for lunch, opened the newly bought suitcase and started loading clothes. In fact, she doesn't have a lot of clothes. In the past, the conditions at home were not good, and the clothes were just enough to wear. Now he is rich, but Lin Qingyin is empty for shopping again, and counts the clothes he can wear.
Qingyin's mother looked at her daughter's empty suitcase and was worried: "A girl of this size likes to dress up. How many clothes are you going to buy?"
Lin Qingyin put the English-Chinese dictionary in the box disapprovingly: "I usually wear school uniforms. Two sets are enough for a change."
Qingyin’s mother sighed and thought that Zhang Simiao, who came to her home that day, would live with Lin Qingyin in the dormitory. You have to buy a coat. Last year’s were smaller."
Lin Qingyin looked at the singles in the box, stuffed dozens of bags of beef jerky from the supermarket into the suitcase, and closed the lid with a "pop": "Mom, I'm going to school."
Lin Qingyin usually goes to school by bicycle. This time it was inconvenient to ride a bicycle with luggage, so Fatty Wang was asked to pick it up. After the luggage was put in school, the two went to the park to tell the fortune.
On weekends, parents or relatives send students off, so the aunt in the dormitory downstairs will not stop him. Fatty Wang followed Lin Qingyin into the dormitory smoothly.
Zhang Simiao's family had just returned to the dormitory after having lunch from the cafeteria, and Zhang Qiao sat on the sofa and praised the good food in the cafeteria. Ding Hong was washing up on the balcony. Lodging
She’s washing machine is equipped with self-cleaning and high-temperature disinfection functions. Ding Hong has cleaned the washing machine in the morning and sterilized it with a high temperature of 90 degrees, and then put Lin Qingyin and Zhang Simiao’s four-piece suit in batches for washing. While washing it, he educates Zhang Simiao: "You have to wash it before you buy it. You don't know how much ash is stuck on it."
When Lin Qingyin pushed open the door of the dormitory, he saw a scene with the warmth of family. Ding Honggang put Lin Qingyin's four-piece set in the washing machine, rolled out his sleeves and said to her: "Little master, give me your bed sheets. It’s washed, and I’ll put it on for you after it’s dried."
Lin Qingyin thanked him, put down his suitcase and picked up a bag of stones before going out.
Zhang Simiao, whose head hurt by his mother's chanting, jumped up from the sofa and asked curiously, "Lin Qingyin, are you going out?"
Lin Qingyin nodded: "Go to the park for fortune-telling, do you want to go?"
Zhang Simiao's eyes lit up, he threw the book in his hand on the sofa, picked up his coat, and rushed to the door: "I'm with you."
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Fatty Wang has already prepared Lin Qingyin's fortune-telling place, but Lin Qingyin has been busy with school affairs recently, and the number of fortune-telling is very few. In addition, the weather is good every time she comes out for fortune-telling, so she simply rushes to the park. Here comes, after all, the sunny outdoors is much more comfortable than indoors this season.
Today, the sun's temperature is adequate and it won't make people feel sun-dried. As usual, Lin Qingyin set the location of the fortune-telling on the grass.
Every time Lin Qingyin came out to calculate the hexagrams, there were usually more lively than fortune-telling, and this time was no exception. Lin Qingyin saw the grass crowded with people from a distance, but everyone took their own horses and sat next to them, leaving the place in the middle, which was reserved for Lin Qingyin and Fatty Wang.
Zhang Simiao was a little nervous seeing so many people in the park, and asked Lin Qingyin anxiously: "Will the public's fortune-telling be expelled? Will the police not take care of it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Simiao saw a woman running over excitedly and bowed straight to Lin Qingxin: "Little Master, I am Ma Mingyu's mother."
"Ma Mingyu?" Fatty Wang scratched his head and finally remembered this man: "Hey, isn't it the little policeman we met on the first day here for fortunetelling? He finished the operation?"
"It's done, because it was discovered early, so the operation effect is very good. I just discharged from the hospital this morning." Ma Mingyu's mother said: "He still has a bit of pain from the incision today. When he recovers, he must personally thank you."
Lin Qingyin smiled slightly: "He also saved me once, so there is no need to say thank you."
Walking through the crowd, Lin Qingyin sat in his old position. The people who had been moving around in circles finally breathed a sigh of relief. Before Fatty Wang called, he sat in front of Lin Qingyin: "Little Master, I am embarrassed by something. It's been a long time, I want you to do the math for me."
Lin Qingyin carefully looked at his face, and habitually touched his tortoise shell: "You have so many embarrassments, which one do you want to count?"