Chapter 82 Lottery

  Jiang Beiyu stayed at Nanshan Temple for a while, and finally decided that this party host, who did not know whether it was a monk or a Taoist priest, was unreliable.

   The words are ambiguous and not to be mentioned, and they are all secrets that cannot be disclosed.

   "Is Donor Jiang very concerned about his future life trajectory?" Host Fang asked.

   Jiang Beiyu smiled, "What do I care about? I just care about whether I have a future."

  The host of Fang smiled and did not speak.

  Jiang Beiyu had nothing to do in the temple, and in one of the temples, he found a small Taoist priest who told people fortunes and drew a lottery.

After seeing the sign drawn by   , the little Taoist priest's expression changed slightly, and he gave the sign to Jiang Beiyu again.

   "Sir, I can't understand this signature, you can find someone else."

  Jiangbei Yu: "..."

   I don't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that the little Taoist priest looked at him strangely, as if with a bit of sympathy and complicated emotions.

  This temple is really weird. It is said to be a Taoist temple, but it is also called a temple. There are small novices and small Taoist priests in it.

   looks more like a combination of Taoist temple and temple.

  Jiang Beiyu took the sign home and saw that it was a suitable size, so he took it as a bookmark and inserted it into the book as a bookmark.

   There are also homework assigned and collected for the students in the study. He is a very strict teacher, especially when he is teaching a competition class.

  Mathematics is really wonderful, and it also tests people's thinking ability, but Jiang Beiyu did not find many similar ones that fit the description of genius in Yizhong.

   is not completely absent.

   There is one who looks as short-lived as him, and seems to be quite powerful.

   However, I haven't seen him for a while, and I don't know if he was attracted by the professors of Qing University in Beijing University when he went out to the competition.

  ——

on Monday.

  Su Nanzhi slept for almost a day the day before, and Xiao Taomu couldn't wake up no matter how she called. She could not eat or drink, but she couldn't lack sleep.

   After a full sleep, I finally packed up and went back to school to start a new week.

   At the same time, a topic quietly rose on Xuanwang.

  【100-year-old Niubi】

   As soon as Su Nanzhi put down her schoolbag, Du Zijin came in through the back door.

   "Ah, the beautiful beauty, the first person I saw at school in the new week was you. Does this mean that I have had a lot of luck this week?"

   The tall and burly sports committee member who came in a second before Du Zijin scratched his head, "Du Zijin, am I not human?"

  Du Zijin glanced at the sports committee, "How can you be the same as Zhizhi?"

  The sports committee is aggrieved: "... 嘤."

  Du Zijin: "..."

  Wow, is this the power of a macho?

   "Does Zhizhi have any information about watching the class on the weekend?" Du Zijin asked.

  Su Nanzhi was silent for a long time, "No."

   She doesn't have enough time to sleep on weekends, so how could she spend time looking at her phone.

   Anyone who knows Su Nanzhi knows that most of the time, she is in a state of disconnection.

   No matter how fast the development of modern communication is, if people don’t want to use this thing, others can’t help it, right?

   "Then let me tell you, the talented girl in our class is coming back?" Du Zijin said in a low voice, "She seems to have won the piano competition this time."

  Su Nanzhi probably knew who she was talking about, and was not interested, "Oh."

  Du Zijin smiled, "Isn't Zhizhi interested in her?"

"Do not."

   even felt a little annoying.

   "Then let's not talk about it." Du Zijin just has a problem with his mouth.

   (end of this chapter)