Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

Xiao Ran also frowned and looked at the floor.

Lin Chenhui comforted them:

"Mr. Zheng is indeed hard to get an appointment with. It's okay. Just come a few more times and you'll meet him someday."

Having said that, Lin Chenhui was still somewhat anxious, so he called Principal Zheng.

At this time, Principal Zheng and Zheng Yan had just returned to their home in Nancheng.

He has invited Zhu Shiquan to his house for dinner tonight.

Zhu Shiquan was born into a scholarly family. He became a disciple of Mr. Zheng since he was young and won the professional chess championship in Yunnan Province.

He is not only good at playing chess, but also has excellent calligraphy skills and is a senior member of the Nancheng Calligraphy Association.

Principal Zheng specially invited him to his home to teach Zheng Yan calligraphy.

Principal Zheng felt a little complicated when he received Lin Chenhui's call.

Lin Chenhui called during the day and told him that he had not been able to contact Mr. Zheng last night.

He knew that it was difficult to contact his father.

Not to mention others, even if Principal Zheng wants to contact Mr. Zheng, sometimes he has to rely on metaphysics and try his luck.

As soon as Lin Chenhui answered the phone, he started typing:

"Principal Zheng, are you sure Mr. Zheng lives in Jiuqu Lane?"

Principal Zheng responded:

"Yes, my father lives alone. He usually stays at home and rarely goes out."

Lin Chenhui said regretfully:

"Then I'll try again next time. I've come here several times but still can't see him."

Then Lin Chenhui thought for a moment and said:

"Principal Zheng, if we can't meet Mr. Zheng, then... I can't go to No. 6 Middle School to share my experience."

He didn't quite believe it. After all, Principal Zheng and Mr. Zheng were father and son. No matter what, it was impossible for Principal Zheng to fail to make an appointment with his father, unless he did so without any pressure.

Then I have to put pressure on Principal Zheng.

Principal Zheng also had a headache. He responded repeatedly:

"Boss Lin, to be honest, although I am his biological son, my father is rather eccentric and stubborn. If you don't believe me, I'll let Brother Shiquan talk to you."

When Principal Zheng saw Zhu Shiquan sitting upright and drinking tea at this time, he thought that Zhu Shiquan understood his father's character quite well.

When Lin Chenhui heard his answer, his mind instantly became active:

"Could it be that Principal Zheng is talking about Mr. Zhu Shiquan, a disciple of Mr. Zheng?"

Principal Zheng replied:

"Exactly. He is closer to my father than I am, and he understands my father better than I do."

Lin Chenhui thought about it:

There are rumors that Mr. Zheng only accepted three disciples, among whom the eldest disciple Zhu Shiquan was the most famous.

Moreover, Zhu Shiquan comes from a scholarly family. In recent years, he has also been involved in various ancient cultural promotion activities and is surrounded by powerful circles.

If I could establish a relationship with Zhu Shiquan, I would definitely be one step closer to Master Zheng.

Even if they fail to become a disciple of Mr. Zheng, if they can get some advice from Zhu Shiquan, the Lin family will be able to make more business partners in the business world.

The relationships in the business world are complicated, and you may be able to use them to gain connections with the Wu family.

Thinking of this, Lin Chenhui asked happily:

"Principal Zheng, you mean you can get in touch with Mr. Zhu Shiquan."

Principal Zheng replied:

"Of course, Brother Shiquan is by my side now."

Lin Chenhui:

"Then we can go to you now and talk about learning and sharing. Is that convenient?"

Principal Zheng was a little hesitant. He glanced at Zhu Shiquan, then thought that it was a rare opportunity to get a top student to come to No. 6 Middle School to share his learning, so he couldn't delay it, so he readily agreed.

After Lin Chenhui hung up the phone, he stroked his chin with his hand, his face full of excitement and joy that he could hardly hide.

Lin Xi just heard her father say "Zhu Shiquan" several times. She has played chess with him, and Zhu Shiquan is also a well-known figure in the chess world.

"Dad, where are we now?"

Lin Chenhui said:

"Let's go back to South City."

Xiao Ran asked doubtfully:

"Uncle, what are we going back to South City for?"

Lin Chenhui said proudly:

"Go find Zhu Shiquan. He is at Principal Zheng's house now."

**

Daiyu had already systematically studied "Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art" and other works, so she already had a solid foundation in mathematics, but the language used to express mathematics in modern society is somewhat different from that in ancient times.

In addition, she already had the ability to read ten lines at a glance, and she also had He Shuirong as her golden finger.

After understanding the basic concepts, she successfully finished several children's arithmetic books and several elementary school mathematics books in the library tonight.

When I came out of the library, I felt refreshed.

Daiyu sucked the peach pulp from the milk tea cup through the straw and burped a few times. It was really satisfying to drink milk tea with a straw.

He Zimo, who was standing next to him, had not eaten dinner because he was on a hunger strike tonight, and finished a can of milk tea early.

Hearing the sound of Daiyu slurping the peach, he looked up at her several times, and his stomach followed suit to sing the song of the Empty City Strategy.

Daiyu looked at the big red lanterns hanging on the Taiping Bridge. There were several snack stalls on the street, selling all kinds of spicy crayfish, grilled fish with green peppercorns, and barbecue restaurants, all of which were bustling with business.

Looking down at the pouting little greedy cat, Daiyu asked:

"You still want to drink?"

He Zimo nodded his head like pounding a sieve and pointed at a grass jelly restaurant across the bridge.

Looking at the big bowl of grass jelly on the screen, topped with thick fillings, covered with plenty of smoothie and poured with a layer of milk, it really whets the appetite.

The most unbelievable thing is that the price is 8 yuan per serving.

Daiyu thought about her previous life, when the price of ice in summer was comparable to that of gold. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart that this dynasty was still more comfortable, with iced drinks available everywhere.

"Then I'll treat you to a meal."

He Zimo was delighted, but with his uncle beside him, he didn't dare to be too arrogant. He raised his head and glanced at the frosty-faced man.

He Shuirong looked at He Zimo seriously and said coldly:

"This is the price of a hunger strike. It's past eight o'clock in the evening and I can't eat."

He Zimo had no choice but to lower his head in disappointment.

Daiyu pursed her lips, smiled secretly, and then waved goodbye to him:

"Little idiot, I'm going home now. See you tomorrow."

He Zimo's face looked like a frost-bitten eggplant, dejected and completely lacking the vigor and vitality of the flowers of the motherland.

Daiyu stepped forward and hooked his little nose, saying:

"I'll treat you to a meal tomorrow. It's too late now. Children will get fat if they eat midnight snacks."

After comforting the little guy, Daiyu patted her schoolbag and waved to He Shuirong:

"Then, Mr. He, I will go home first."

After saying that, she walked towards the alley.

He Shuirong originally wanted to send her back, but he didn't expect that before he even had the chance to open his mouth, Daiyu had already walked a long way towards the alley entrance.

He had no choice but to stand there and watch Daiyu leave. Even when her figure disappeared at the entrance of the alley, He Shuirong still hadn't taken his eyes off her.

Xie Yun was sitting in the driver's seat. When he saw his boss standing at the entrance of the alley in a noble and aloof manner, he was trembling with fear. He didn't know whether he should get off the car to remind his boss of the time or continue waiting.

Liao Qiuxia had finished her make-up classes at this time. After coming out of the teacher's house, she thought about meeting Xie Yun in the evening, so she took a detour to the library.