The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Jiang Beiyu stayed in Nanshan Temple for a while, and finally confirmed that the Fang host, who didn't know if he was a monk or a Taoist priest, was unreliable.

Don't mention ambiguous words, and they are all secrets that cannot be revealed.

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

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

Host Fang smiled and said nothing.

Jiang Beiyu had nothing to do in the temple, so he found a little Taoist priest who told fortunes in one of the side temples and drew a lot.

After the lottery was drawn, the little Taoist priest's face changed slightly after seeing it, and he gave the lottery to Jiang Beiyu again.

"Sir, I can't solve this sign, you can find someone else."

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always felt that the little Taoist looked at him strangely, as if with 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 monks and small Taoists in it.

It looks more like a combination of Taoist temples and temples.

Jiang Beiyu took the stick back home, and saw that it was a good size, so he regarded it as a bookmark and put it in the book as a bookmark.

In the study room there are homework assigned to the students and then collected. 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 of the same kind that fit the description of a genius in No. 1 Middle School.

Not at all.

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

But it's been a while since I saw him, and I don't know if the professors from Beijing University and Qing University took a fancy to him and refused to let him come back when he went out to compete.

——

on Monday.

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

After a good night's sleep, I finally packed up and went back to school, starting a new week.

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

【Hundred years old】

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

"Ah Zhizhi beauty, you are the first person I saw when I came to school in the new week, does this mean that I have good 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 member, "How can you be the same as Zhizhi?"

The sports committee felt wronged: "...Hmm."

Du Zijin: "..."

Wow, is this the power of a macho?

"Did Zhi Zhi watch the group information on the weekend?" Du Zijin asked.

Su Nanzhi was silent for a while, "No."

With such precious time on weekends, she didn't even get enough sleep, so how could she spend time looking at her mobile phone.

Anyone who knows Su Nanzhi knows that she is out of touch most of the time.

No matter how fast the development of modern communication is, if people don't want to use this thing, they can't do anything about 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, "Is Zhizhi not interested in her?"

"Do not."

Even feel a little annoying.

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