After Lin Qingyin and Zhang Simiao returned to school, the dormitory was cleaned up by Zhang's mother. The floor was rubbed brightly, and the refrigerator was neatly packed with milk, yogurt, fruit, drinks and snacks. Even the four-piece set for them was dried and set.
Lin Qingyin changed his shoes and went back to his room to hang the clothes in the box in the closet, and put the books on the desk, and then set up a spiritual gathering formation in the room.
Oriental International Private High School has a high greening rate. There are many trees and lawns in the school. In order to improve the compelling quality of the school, Principal Wang also paid a lot of money to introduce a lot of old trees, and hired someone to mow and maintain the lawn. Compared with the outside The aura in the school is much stronger.
Principal Wang chose the best dormitory for Lin Qingyin this time. The floor was not only well lit, but in front of the building there was a small river flowing in from the outside and running through the whole school.
The small river is five or six meters wide and winding and long, but the water is only one meter deep, which not only adds scenery to the campus but is not dangerous. Although this river does not occupy a large area, because it is living water, it just makes this piece of spiritual energy alive.
After setting up the spirit gathering array, Lin Qingyin felt the aura pouring in from outside, which was more than twice as strong as when he was at home. This kind of place is not only conducive to cultivation, even ordinary students can keep their eyes and ears clear when reading in this kind of environment, and the learning efficiency will be much higher than in other places.
Lin Qingyin and Zhang Simiao currently live in this dormitory. In order to maintain the comfort of the dormitory, Lin Qingyin plans to set up a formation in the public area. Since he wanted to move the furnishings, Lin Qingyin naturally wanted to ask Zhang Simiao if he agreed.
Zhang Simiao nodded happily before Lin Qingyin finished speaking. When she visited Lin Qingyin's house before, she liked the warm feeling very much. Whether it was cold or hot, it just met the needs of the body. It was a kind of enjoyment.
What's more, Lin Qingyin was already a life-saving grace to her, coupled with witnessing Lin Qingyin's fortune-telling efficacious and miraculous today, Zhang Simiao has become Lin Qingyin's stubborn fan without hesitation. No matter what Lin Qingyin said or did, she unconditionally supported her.
Since Zhang Simiao had no objection, Lin Qingyin rolled up his sleeves and prepared to make a formation.
Lin Qingyin follows the principles of nature when deploying his formations, and generally uses things with vitality and aura to change the indoor aura. She plans to use the existing potted plants in the dormitory to supplement her with only a few stones, and try to maintain the existing furnishings and layout of the room.
I saw Lin Qingyin move all the green plants and flowers in the dormitory alone. Some flower pots put a few round and lovely pebbles, which seemed to be casual and a bit wild; some green leaves were covered with Lin Qingyin carved a few runes, but it didn't feel damaged, but rather natural.
Except for the vacant room, Lin Qingyin took care of every corner of the dormitory.
Zhang Simiao looked at the lush green radish, the tall and tall wealthy tree, and a small stone randomly placed on the window sill in the living room, and asked a little uneasy: "Little Master, what if I accidentally touch the stone?"
She remembered that the little master had said at Bai Boan's house that the movement of a single cent would be invalid.
"It's okay, I'll just put it back when it hits it." Lin Qingyin said dismissively: "This formation is not very important. It will fail for a while and it will not have any impact on the dormitory."
Listening to Lin Qingyin's words, Zhang Simiao was relieved immediately and looked at a lot more relaxed than before: "Little Master, what formation is in our dormitory?"
Lin Qingyin's palm brushed over a pot of green radish, not knowing if it was an illusion, Zhang Simiao felt that the pot of green radish was much greener than just now.
"It's mainly for dust and dust prevention." Lin Qingyin frowned somewhat tangledly: "I don't know how to clean, it will save a lot of trouble to put together a formation like this."
Zhang Simiao didn't expect that there would be something embarrassing for the little master. He immediately smiled with crooked eyes: "This formation is awesome, it saves us a lot of things. But if you need to clean up, don't worry, I will clean up the most. The room is up, I can help you if I need it."
Lin Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief. She was worried about such mundane things in her previous life. In this life, there is another mother who is hygienic. She has never done such a grounded job.
"The other is to adjust the temperature and purify the air. It will be cold after eleven. It is not cold when there is sunshine during the day, but it will inevitably be colder when facing water at night. I don't like it too hot or too cold. , The temperature and humidity should be just right for you to live comfortably."
Zhang Simiao thinks this method is absolutely perfect. A simple stone pot can do all the work of air conditioners, humidifiers, and air purifiers. It also saves electricity and is environmentally friendly. The most important thing is to use it more than the others. Still comfortable, and Lin Qingyin's dormitory is too happy.
The sky is getting dark when the formation is set up. Lin Qingyin took out his meal card in anticipation: "Are you going to the cafeteria? Let's go together?"
Zhang Simiao, who was planning to eat some fruit for dinner, immediately abandoned his thoughts and nodded very cheerfully. On the way, Zhang Simiao remembered what his dad had told him, and he couldn't help but said, "My dad said he filled up your meal card for you."
Lin Qingyin raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Is it because I saved you? Didn't your family give gifts?"
"Where can I receive too many gifts? No matter how expensive the gifts are, my life is worth the money!" Zhang Simiao said, and put his arm around Lin Qingyin's arm, and said very seriously: "Little Master really thanked you that day. You are here! Your sudden appearance that night seemed to me like a god descending from the earth. I was so excited that I wanted to cry. My family and I thank you very much, and the gifts I gave were just to express our family’s love. For your own sake, you can just keep it safe."
Lin Qingyin has often received thanks from the victim since he planned to give birth. Some have given precious gifts such as jade and wenwan ornaments, and some have given various exquisite gift boxes, usually like homemade dim sum and halogen. Beef has also been received.
This is the first time she has seen such a thoughtful gift for Charging Cards, but Lin Qingyin thinks she likes this gift, really!
At this time, the students are basically back to school, and the cafeteria is as lively as usual at night. Zhang Simiao remembered that he was eating Cantonese food at a table with Lin Qingyin that day, so he suggested that he still buy food at that stall.
Lin Qingyin doesn't care what she eats. In her cognition, every type of cuisine in the canteen is particularly delicious, and no matter what kind of food she eats, she is very happy.
The two came to the Cantonese cuisine window and lined up in about three minutes. Lin Qingyin took two trays from the window and handed them over: "I want two braised pigeons, one steamed pork ribs in black bean sauce, two shrimp dumplings, and then Add a little boat porridge."
It's not the first time that Lin Qingyin has come to this window to order food. The little girl in charge of serving the plate already knows her. The little girl skillfully puts the food on two different trays, and pays special attention to the weight distribution, because she knows that this thin and especially edible girl will go to the table with a tray in one hand, every time she looks at it. It's flustering.
After the food ordered by Lin Qingyin was loaded, the little girl entered the amount on the credit card machine, Lin Qingyin put the meal card up, and then the two of them were stunned at the same time.
The little girl at the window looked at the balance displayed on the credit card machine and couldn't help but count the digits: "One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand? One hundred three thousand eight hundred yuan!" The little girl's lips straightened in surprise. Trembling: "This classmate, did you put the tuition recharge card on it?"
Lin Qingyin was also a little shocked when she saw the balance on the meal card. She turned her head and glanced at Zhang Simiao, then asked in a low voice, "Your dad charged me 100,000?"
Zhang Simiao looked dumbfounded, but after another thought, in terms of her father's urination, she deliberately asked herself and the little master to say that it was almost the same amount. He would definitely not even mention the ten thousand twenty thousand.
Seeing Zhang Simiao nodded, Lin Qingyin unexpectedly glanced at the balance displayed on the credit card machine again, with a long voice: "It's a charge of one hundred thousand. This must be the idea given by Principal Wang, why is he so stupid!"
The cafeteria was noisy, and the waiter couldn’t hear what Lin Qingyin and Zhang Simiao were saying, but she saw Lin Qingyin’s expression looked a little strange, and she thought it was really wrong. She was particularly kind to suggest that she go to the Finance Department to get the meal. The money in the card is withdrawn. Otherwise, how long will it take to eat so much money!
Faced with the suggestion of the waiter girl, Lin Qingyin solemnly pushed back one of the trays. There seemed to be a hint of excitement and joy in his voice: "Please give me another char siu! More soup!"
waiter:"… … "
Zhang Simiao: "..."
Dad, I think it might not be enough to let the little master spend 100,000 yuan for two years! She can catch up with me for two days in one meal! ! !
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Since the school opened, Dongfang International High School has been noisy and hasn't stopped, and finally the school is back to formal school, and the Golden Week of November is coming again.
This week is the last week before November. Sophomore students cannot take a week off. They only have three days off. But compared to public schools for only one day, they are already considered happy high school students.
Now that Lin Qingyin has kept up with the progress in all courses except English, Lin Qingyin has finally returned to the state of being a master of learning at one point. Especially the speed of her homework looks very hated. Others have to do two hours of math papers. In her hands, it is the same as a 1+2 math problem. There is no pause or thinking at all. It takes about twenty minutes. Can finish one set.
Lin Qingyin also started to pay attention to English classes, because she had already paid 100,000 extra tuition fees at school, so sorry for her money if she didn't study hard.
However, English is a language after all, and you can see results immediately without speaking. But since Lin Qingyin knows how expensive it is to learn English outside of school, she cherishes the opportunity to study on campus!
Others spend money to go to school, but she recruited it free of tuition fees. If she learned everything the teacher said, rounding it up would be like making money!
The English teacher Li Yanyu was very moved when he saw Lin Qingyin's seriousness in listening to the class. The little master finally knew that it was not easy to work hard in English.
"Lin Qingyin, you read the second paragraph of the text."
Li Yanyu clicked Lin Qingyin's name when he was excited, but after seeing Lin Qingyin stand up expressionlessly, he regretted it again. If Lin Qingyin couldn't pronounce it, would he lose the face of the little master? I don’t know if the little master bears grudges. Think about the appearance of President Wang breaking his heart over those hairs. Li Yanyu feels that he should take precautions, but he must not offend the little master, in case he is also middle-aged in the future. Now, the little master is the hope that he can return to the peak of his appearance!
Just looking for an excuse for Lin Qingyin to sit down, standard and fluent English flowed out of Lin Qingyin’s mouth, Li Yanyu immediately turned his attention back, and listened to Lin Qingyin’s pronunciation carefully, and he felt very familiar again. , It seems to be exactly the same as the matching audio, even the number of seconds in the middle is the same.
In order to verify his own ideas, after Lin Qingyin finished reading the second paragraph, Li Yanyu asked Lin Qingyin to continue reading. In his impression, there was a noticeable pause between the two sentences in the third recording, which lasted for three seconds. If you read it aloud, you don't need to stay that long.
Lin Qingyin stopped when he finished reciting the first and second sentences. Li Yanyu silently counted "1, 2, 3!" It was not bad for a second. Lin Qingyin continued reading later, if yes Close your eyes and listen. Except for the softer sound, everything else is just like audio.
Li Yanyu didn't know what to say to students like Lin Qingyin. The answer could be calculated from the test paper and the text could be read back in audio. He really didn't know how to teach.
Lin Qingyin raised his head and glanced at Li Yanyu from the textbook. Li Yanyu immediately showed a bright smile: "The reading is very standard. At first glance, I reviewed it in advance. Lin Qingyin has made rapid progress recently!"
Lin Qingyin sat down with satisfaction. Fortunately, the textbook has matching audio to listen to, otherwise she would be embarrassed.
but…
What are you talking about after such a long paragraph? Why not translate it into Chinese! She had only memorized half of her dictionary, so she couldn't understand it at all!
The time of high school students flies very fast. Every day is either in class or on the way to class. Every class is fully utilized by the teacher, which makes people afraid to distract and relax.
Fortunately, a few days passed quickly, and finally the National Day holiday. Although three days are short, it is already very happy for the high school dog.
The head teacher Yu Chengze announced the holidays with some headaches, and some did not quite understand how President Wang gave the students such a long holiday while thinking about improving the quality of teaching. These students had just recovered half of their hearts when they came back from the summer vacation.
Yu Chengze sent out ten mathematics test papers in a row in the student's wailing, and he still didn't forget the groaning: "You can't play with your temper during the holidays. You will take the exam every month when you come back. The ranking of the sub-examination venues by the past, if the exam is too bad, it will be embarrassing."
Yu Chengze left, and Li Yanyu came again. After setting up a bunch of homework, he also talked about the monthly test, especially emphasized one sentence: "I want to talk about the small composition in the English test, although I usually I also teach you some routine templates and golden sentences, but you can’t completely copy the small essays in the teaching aids when you write. I have read a lot of teaching aids, you can just use the first one or two sentences in it. It’s not good to be exactly the same."
Lin Qingyin frowned, reached out his hand and took the turtle shell out of his pocket: Can't you even memorize the auxiliary text? It seems we have to think of a new way!
That night, Lin Qingyin took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Marshal Yang after making up this week's English class at New Oriental.
Dashuai Yang opened the note and saw a word on it: dream!
Dashuai Yang was confused: "What does this mean?"
Lin Qingyin looked at Dashuai Yang with expectation: "Can you help me write a high school English composition? Just this topic."
This request couldn't be easier for Mr. Yang, just: "My dream is different from yours. What is your dream?"
Lin Qingyin's previous dream was to ascend, but now she is a little confused about this goal, because she is too far away from this goal in this world.
In the last life, she had enough spiritual energy and free access to martial arts resources for thousands of years before she had the opportunity to ascend through the thunder and calamity. In this life, spiritual energy is thin, let alone cultivation resources, she didn't know that it would take her thousands of years to get to the moment of ascension.
But it’s nothing. It’s good to live for a few thousand years, just to enjoy all the things that I haven’t enjoyed in my previous life.
Lin Qingyin smiled faintly, with a vague expression: "My dream is to live for five thousand years, and then..."
Dashuai Yang interrupted Lin Qingyin with a raised hand, and it took two minutes to write a small composition with hundreds of words and hand it to her.
Lin Qingyin got stuck when she saw the first sentence, so she could only ask Dashuai Yang for help: "Teacher, what are you writing?"
Dashuai Yang has no expression on his face: "My dream is to travel the world and be a travel experiencer."
Lin Qingyin: "???"
I obviously didn't say that just now! ! !
Seeing Lin Qingyin protesting, Dashuai Yang sneered: "If you have any comments on this composition, you can write it yourself."
A bright smile appeared on Lin Qingyin's face: "No, I have no opinion on this composition at all, it is very good."
Dashuai Yang coldly snorted and turned around to leave, Lin Qingyin hurriedly called him, biting his lower lip with some hesitation. If it was last week, Marshal Yang would have doubted whether this female student was interesting to him, but after Lin Qingyin wrote a note and asked him if he counted fortune-telling, he no longer had such illusions.
Dashuai Yang was a little helpless: "What can you do?"
"Do you want to fortune? The kind that can be counted for everything in the past." Lin Qingyin once again passed the note with his phone number to Dashuai Yang: "You think about it, if you think about it. You can go to the Civic Park at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to count as a trigram."
Dashuai Yang took the note with a bewilderment: "I have nothing to calculate."
Lin Qingyin shook his head and said firmly: "No, you really should forget it this time, you will come tomorrow."
Looking at the back of Lin Qingyin's departure, Dashuai Yang felt that he, a student of God, what an older child, actually believed this.
Dashuai Yang put the note given by Lin Qingyin into the dictionary at will, thinking that when Lin Qingyin came to class next time, he must talk about her, believe in science, don't believe in the illusory things, they are all scams. Human!
He doesn't know how to do fortune-telling!