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Chapter 102 The Lakers Ball Game Begins (Please Collect Tickets)
"Hey, Chuhe, you mean Feng Zihan is playing tricks behind his back?" Tang Wanjun asked directly after Chuhe connected the phone.

"It should be, is this from your class?" Because he hasn't confirmed it himself, Chuhe can only use one should to describe it.

Unexpectedly, Tang Wanjun, who is usually gentle and generous, actually uttered a curse word: "Damn! I'm so tired these days, it's this guy who caused the co-authoring!"

"He's in the class next door to mine. He should be in the second teacher now. I'm going to block him at the door of the classroom right now!"

Tang Wanjun seemed to be too angry for a while, and didn't realize that she had swearing, and then she reacted, and immediately explained: "I, I was confused by anger just now."

"It's okay, it's human nature, and it's not a foul language." Chuhe changed the subject: "Do you need me to go there?"

"It's best for you to come, after all, you are the victim! get out of class is almost over now, you should stay in the dormitory, go straight to the direction of the second teacher, I will wait for you at the entrance of the dining hall."

"Okay!" Chuhe replied.

After speaking, Tang Wanjun hung up the phone.

In fact, Chuhe didn't want to go, but just asked one more humanitarian question.

Unexpectedly, he found an extra trouble for himself.

After making the phone call, Chuhe stopped the boys who were about to go out: "You don't need to go to the fourth floor, Feng Zihan is in class, and now he is in the second teaching."

"Then let's go to the second teacher to stop him!" After the big fat man said that, he went back to his bed and picked up a piece of clothing.

"No, I can go by myself. If there are too many people, it will be counterproductive." Chuhe persuaded patiently.

Lu Xinye shook his head resolutely: "No, what if others bully you too much later?"

"Can you still swallow me alive? Don't worry, I will report the real-time situation in the boys group." Chuhe continued.

Seeing that Chuhe insisted on going by himself, the boys had no choice but to give up.

The fat man returned to his seat and turned on the computer: "Squad leader, if that bastard is not honest, call Lao Lu to find us right away, let's play a game first."

"Yes! Monitor, let's play games for a while first. The season is about to be updated. You must get gold. If you need anything, call us." The other boys also returned to their dormitories.

"Yeah, remember to take me when you get gold."

Chuhe walked out of the dormitory building and walked in the direction of the second teacher.

On the way there, he was a little nervous, after all, he didn't know who Feng Zihan was from.

If the two sides talk it through clearly and the water in the well does not interfere with the river in the future, then Chuhe will be fine. He is just worried that if Feng Zihan insists on fighting with him to the end, then Chuhe will be a little troublesome.

"It's really a headache."

Chuhe didn't expect that the first thing he did when he returned to school was to deal with black fans.

Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone and called Tian Guyi.

There is a high probability that Tian Guyi doesn't know that he has returned to school, so Chuhe thinks it is necessary to report to him.

"Hello, Professor."

"Well, you're back?" Tian Guyi knew about Chuhe's pissing nature, and he would only think of this tutor when he returned to school.

Chu He also responded: "Yes, teacher, I came back last night."

"How about it? I went to Dunhuang. Did you gain anything?"

Tian Guyi seemed to be in the repair room, and Chuhe heard the sound of some grinding tools.

“I gained a lot and learned a lot.”

"That's good. I heard that you also helped design the excavation plan for the ancient tomb in Dunhuang? When did you learn this skill? Why don't I know?" Tian Guyi asked directly.

Chuhe was a little surprised. How could Professor Tian know that he had designed a plan there.

After thinking about it, I thought it was normal. There was a high probability that Zhang Yongjin told Tian Guyi.

"In the hard disk data you copied to me before, there happened to be some templates for the plan. I read it when I was bored, so I also made an attempt." Chuhe replied truthfully.

Tian Guyi hummed twice, "You kid, you didn't embarrass me. Mr. Zhang and Mr. Lin both gave me feedback, saying that you performed very well and should vigorously cultivate you. By the way, you have "Miaofalian" Huajing?"

Chuhe didn't expect Tian Guyi to know that he had the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" at all, because he never mentioned it to anyone else.

"There is a lack of a decent Buddhist scripture in your teacher's museum. If you can, then give it to him." Tian Guyi directly proposed: "If you give him, it will be good for you. .”

Although Chuhe didn't know the benefits of giving a copy of "The Lotus Sutra of Miaofa" to the museum for nothing, but since the professor had spoken, Chuhe had no choice but to agree.

After hanging up the phone, Chuhe shook his head helplessly.

After this phone call, a copy of the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" disappeared.

Just as he was sad, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Tang Wanjun turned her head and looked at Chuhe: "What are you thinking about?"

Chu He looked at Tang Wanjun next to him, and found that she was wearing a T-shirt showing her belly button, a pair of short hot pants, and a freshly permed wavy hair. A fashionable and youthful look appeared in front of him. .

Seeing Chuhe looking at her, Tang Wanjun smiled and said, "Isn't it beautiful? I just permed my hair yesterday!"

"It's okay." Chuhe thought for a long time, and finally gave a two-word evaluation.

"Hey, what do you mean it's okay? Are you trying to say it's not good-looking? Just say it's not good-looking, and don't take my face into consideration."

Chu He walked forward minding his own business: "Then it's just so-so."

"What did you say?!."

When Chuhe and Tang Wanjun arrived at the Second Teaching School, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

They came to the classroom where the journalism department held classes and found that students were all coming out of it.

Tang Wanjun stopped a girl with short hair: "Yingying, where is Feng Zihan from your class? I want to settle accounts with him!"

The girl named Yingying pointed to the last row of the classroom: "It seems that the one who is still sleeping is him."

Chu He glanced over and found that even though get out of class was over, there were still several boys sleeping there in the last row.

He didn't seem to know that the bell had rang.

"Thank you!" Tang Wanjun motioned Chu He to walk to the back row of the classroom.

Tang Wanjun looked at the boy lying on the farthest side, and slapped him beside him: "Feng Zihan!!"

The row of boys sleeping there were all frightened and asked in a daze: "Did your name be called? Did you call your name?"

Chu He saw that Feng Zihan had not woken up yet and seemed to be sleeping deeply.

He couldn't help admiring the man's ability to sleep.

Just when Tang Wanjun wanted to slap him again, the short-cut boy on the other side stopped him: "You can't wake him up like this."

Then the boy with an inch cut whispered into Feng Zihan's ear, "The Lakers game has begun."

Sure enough, Feng Zihan bounced up like a spring, and the back of her head hit the short-haired boy's chin.

"Ouch!!" the inch-cut boy cried out in pain, clutching his chin.

(End of this chapter)