Super Great Fortune Teller

When I see you, I'm in a bad mood

Returning to the hotel, Wang Qian immediately ordered a takeout, but the f * cking hell it was such a big hotel, there wasn't even any food provided.

As for the little girl called Lin Yao, Wang Qian did not take her seriously at all.

He was not a person from the same world. Once he returned to Star City, he would be a stranger. He could not let that little girl bring harm to him.

There were tea leaves and famous wines, all of them kept apologizing and saying that Zou Guang would like to see him again tomorrow morning.

"Leave the things here, we can leave now."

"Then, Master Wang, tomorrow …"

"It depends on your mood." What a joke, is it that easy to get rid of me?

He himself has to drive me out, if he doesn't hang you like a Buddha, like two Buddha rising to heaven, how can I, Master Wang, survive in the future?

"This... Then how is Master Wang feeling right now? " the secretary asked awkwardly.

"Not much." Wang Qian's face darkened.

"Fine."

After the secretary left, Wang Qian couldn't wait to open the gift. My god, the faces of rich people are indeed made of gold.

Just a small pot of tea like this would actually cost tens of thousands of yuan. That bottle of wine with a string of English letters was even more exaggerated; it was about to reach six digits in numbers.

Of course, just this kind of thing wouldn't be enough to move Wang Qian.

Since Zhao Caisheng gave two million, as the boss of the Peng City, you can't possibly be worse than him, right?

"Hey, Brother Qian, do you miss me?" The phone rang in the middle of the night. Fortunately, Wang Qian did not need much sleep.

Hearing Lin Yao's sweet voice, Wang Qian yawned intentionally: "I just want to sleep right now."

"Aiya, why are you sleeping so early …"

"I'm an old man, not like you."

"Old people? You are only twenty-two at most. Should I call you uncle? "If that's the case, then you can call my dad big bro, hahaha!"

"As you wish …"

After chatting with Lin Yao for a while, Wang Qian finally found an excuse and hung up. Young people are great, but they are still full of energy at this late hour.

However, they finally managed to get rid of this little girl. At their age, they only needed to warm up for three minutes. After sticking their hot faces in a few times, they would probably lose their interest in her.

It was just that Wang Qian had underestimated Lin Yao's perseverance. On the morning of the second day, before seven o'clock, Lin Yao called him again, but this time, the number was different.

"Hey, uncle, I'm going to school, come send me off. "I'm afraid of being alone. Look at me, I'm so pure and beautiful. There must be a lot of bad people coveting my beauty …"

Wang Qian decisively hung up the phone, this little girl was endless, right?

After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, only then did he open the door to the hotel room to find Zou Guang's secretary waiting for him.

"Master Wang, are you in the mood now?" The little secretary looked anxious. Zou Guang had given her a death order, if he couldn't get Wang Qian, she had to leave.

Wang Qian yawned: "There was originally, but the moment I saw you, it was gone."

"Huh?"

Ignoring the awkward little secretary, Wang Qian walked out of the hotel by himself.

"Master Wang, where are you going? Do you want me to send you off?" The little secretary volunteered. Since she was fighting with Wang Qian today, he didn't believe that she wouldn't be able to move him.

"Don't follow me, I might hit you." Wang Qian glanced at her and muttered before he left.

The secretary stood in the doorway of the hotel, disordered by the wind.

What kind of person is this …

Of course, she couldn't just leave like this, unless she didn't want to. In the end, she could only drive far behind Wang Qian and follow him. This time, she didn't drive Zou Guang's eye-catching black mamba S11, but her own car.

Wang Qian didn't have a destination, he just wanted to delay a little longer.

According to his calculations, the illness that Zou Guang had accumulated for many years was about to erupt, and it was likely that he would directly fall down today or tomorrow.

This was like a cerebral hemorrhage. Although it seemed to be sudden, the truth was that there were signs of it happening. It was just that ordinary people were unable to detect it.

And if he did not make a move, just as he said, Zou Guang could only wait to die.

Wandering aimlessly, he coincidentally happened to pass that street where he ate in the morning. There were already quite a few shops on the street that had started to open up, but the braised gluten had disappeared, presumably for fear of being taken revenge by those fellows.

Wang Qian did not ask too much. They had met by chance, if they saw each other, they would help, and there was no need to get to the bottom of this.

"Hey, did you hear? There's going to be another fight at Lingbei High School today." Coincidentally, there were a few students passing by. They were chatting and laughing merrily.

"Hai, isn't this normal?"

"It's different this time. It seems like the show is quite grand. I estimate that it will be the same as last time. If something happens, I won't stop until something happens."

"Why don't we go take a look?"

"Come on, I don't want to be the same as last time, getting beaten up for no reason …"

Lingbei High School? While Wang Qian was still confused, suddenly he saw a hunchbacked voice with a plastic cloth spread out on the street in the distance.

Wang Qian walked over, and smiled as he greeted: "Uncle, you can still sing?"

"Eh, it's you. "Heh, looking for a place to live is also my hobby." This uncle was the braised gluten vendor from yesterday, he seemed to be called Lin Chengshu.

"You are truly versatile. "Oh yeah, where did your daughter study at?" Wang Qian asked casually.

"Lingbei High School, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. Uncle, you're busy. " Wang Qian said goodbye before he left. After asking around along the way, he finally found Lingbei High School.

Although the Peng City was one of the most prosperous cities, there were still some dark sides that outsiders could not see.

In fact, the vicinity of the Little Food Street was the old district. It was still a distance away from the city center and was already slightly closer to the suburbs.

Thus, those who had taken root here were mostly tourists who had come to work here. As for the construction facilities nearby, they were naturally not that powerful either. They were all old items from the previous century.

It was the same in Lingbei High School. Although it was a famous private school in the last century, it had almost been forgotten by now.

The entire school had less than five hundred students. Adding on to the more than ten teachers, it was hard to imagine that this was the size of a university.

There was only one word to describe the teaching conditions here — lousy.

The teachers' strength was crappy, and the atmosphere of the school was crappy.

If he entered Lingbei High School, he would be stuck in a quagmire. No matter how good a seedling was, it would still be polluted.

However, Lingbei High School had its own merits. Regardless of whether the result was good or bad, the tuition fee would always be halved. In addition, the food and lodging fees were also very cheap, although very few students lived here.

When they arrived at the entrance of Lingbei High School, they saw that the rusted iron gate was wide open. There was not a single person in the security room, only a pile of dust.

From the entrance all the way to the inside, it was littered with trash. The trash cans that could occasionally be seen had long since changed beyond recognition. It seemed like there weren't even any cleaners here, much less students cleaning.

Without obstructing his path, Wang Qian entered the school.

Lingbei High School's area of operations was not big. There was a school building, a dormitory, and a dining hall.

After entering through the gate, they entered the sports field. At this moment, there were no less than a hundred people gathered here.

Wang Qian had only taken a few steps forward when he saw what they were carrying in their hands.

There were torn legs and sticks rolled up in books and taped together.

At the front of the crowd, a man with a bandaged head was pointing at the school building and cursing loudly, "Lin Yao, you f * cking get the hell down here!"