Zhou Xiang was so disappointed, "Why are you so stupid? You should have worked hard to get into Beijing. You could have come here to work during your vacations while you were studying. After graduation, you could have joined this company. Only with a degree can you climb up the ladder and get closer to him. Otherwise, it's strange that you can get close to him if you sit in the finance office."

Li Li was surprised and asked, "Zhou Xiang, you, you support me?"

"Of course, that's all I can do. The rest is up to you."

Li Li immediately recovered her full health, "Okay! I'll try my best."

Seeing that her cousin was full of fighting spirit, Zhang Ning did not discourage her enthusiasm. After working in the company for so many days, she found that Zuo Heng was becoming more and more masculine. Since her cousin was not giving up, she decided to work hard and make her youth without regrets.

The company had made all the arrangements. Zhou wanted to tell Zuo Heng that she probably wouldn't be coming over in the near future and to call him if she had anything. Then she left with Ling Ran.

A few days later, the powder arrived, and Ling Ran pointed out each one to her. "Lost potion, as the name suggests, makes people unconscious. Psychedelic potion, makes people hallucinate. This hallucination may be the biggest obsession in her heart.

Wuli San, a drug that makes people feel weak and powerless, is also an itching medicine. Like the previous three medicines, it lasts for two days, and the itching will recover automatically after two days. However, many people can't stand it and scratch themselves to pieces.

Anesthetics aren't just drugs that numb your entire body; they're disfiguring drugs, leaving your face covered in pockmarks. There's no cure, and you'll have pockmarks for life. Aphrodisiacs, ahem, also have no cure; they require sexual intercourse, and the effects last for three hours.

Each of these drugs only works with a tiny amount, and two grams is the maximum dose. Excessive dosage can be fatal, so you must be careful with the dosage."

Zhou Xiang looked at the 12 plastic bags in front of him and the corners of his mouth twitched. These were the same white sugar packaging bags he used to pack dried fruits. They could hold at least half a pound of this kind of medicinal powder.

Several kilograms of medicine powder, and each one is effective with just a tiny bit. Is she preparing to take on an army of thousands?

Seeing her expression, Ling Ran certainly understood that they all went through this psychological process. "These are all things the captain tinkered with when he had nothing to do. There are a lot of them, but we can only use a few of them normally.

He always gives us large quantities. We're used to him giving us bags of them, but he's also used to us returning bags of them. He feels like a hero without a place to use his skills. I guess as soon as he heard you wanted them, he immediately sent you some more."

Is this a bit too much? However, she really likes the captain's generosity.

Zhou Xiang happily carried the medicine powder into the house and kicked the door shut with a thud. Ling Ran, who was following behind him, touched the tip of his nose. Fortunately, he didn't bump into it.

Since the little girl closed the door, he should go and cook!

Zhou Xiang entered the space, put on a mask, and took out some of each item. The rest were carefully placed on the bookshelf in the study.

After washing her hands, tidying up the space, and giving Dahuang and Xiaobai enough fruit for a few days, she hurried out of the space.

I went to the pot house again to ask how to use it, "You haven't told me how to use it yet? Smell it or eat it?"

"Anesthetics and aphrodisiacs are to be taken orally, but the other four can be smelled. There's no antidote, so be careful."

Zhou Xiang nodded. Through the test of the mute medicine, she believed that the fruit in the space could be solved.

The school has started, and Zhou Xiang officially begins his teaching work.

However, when Zhou Xiang, who was dressed casually and carrying a pink backpack, entered the school, two boys approached her and mistook her for a schoolmate.

Zhou Xiang chuckled, "Which class?"

The two boys looked delighted, and one of them, a boy of medium build, spoke up, "We're from Class 1, Sophomore Year. My name is Wang Haidong, and his name is Hao Wei, the fifth young master of the Hao family in Beijing."

"Okay! I'll remember that. Goodbye."

After Zhou Xiang finished speaking, he walked around the two of them and headed into the campus. The Hao family? He wondered if it was Hao Heng's.

Wang Haidong looked surprised. "Huh? Is she playing hard to get or is she just being ignorant?"

Hao Wei shook his 3:7 hairstyle and said, "If we play hard to get, we can meet again next time. If we are ignorant, she will come to Class 21 to find us once she finds out."

"Yes, yes, the Fifth Young Master is right."

In the history department office, Zhou Xiang was delighted after getting her class schedule. The class she taught was for sophomores, but history was a large class, with five liberal arts classes taking it together, there were only about two hundred students!

Her desk was very tidy, with books, notebooks, ink bottles, pens and chalks all arranged in a certain order.

Zhou Xiang filled his pen with ink and put it in his backpack. Then, the ink bottle was all that remained on his desk. He left a note: "I've taken the things with me."

She didn't want to waste time walking around the campus. Although she could ride a bike on campus, she had to find a parking shed, which was troublesome.

Driving here? Too conspicuous! Besides, she had never learned to drive and didn't have a driver's license.

When they saw the beautiful school girl carrying a pink backpack walking into the public classroom, Wang Haidong and Hao Wei both smiled. She must have known that they were there for the public class.

But the next second, that smile turned into an awkward one.

The class immediately became silent.

Because, the beauty walked up to the podium, took off her backpack, took out her books and chalk box, placed them on the podium, and then put the backpack on her shoulders.

Pick up a piece of chalk, turn around and write your name on the blackboard.

"Hello everyone! My name is Zhou Xiang, and I'm your history lecturer."

As soon as the words fell, the quiet classroom immediately buzzed.

Lecturer? She's not even as old as them, right? So she's a lecturer?

Not to mention the shock of Hao Wei and Wang Haidong, Ping Zhengping at the last table also felt mixed emotions.

His former classmate suddenly became his teacher, and also the girl he liked. How could he bear it?

With Zhou Xiang's 5.0 vision, she certainly saw the final scene of Ping Zhengping. Her face was cold, but she was cursing in her heart. "Wow, they actually arranged this kind of script for Ping Zhengping. Who is the screenwriter? Come out, I promise I won't beat you to death."

Zuo Heng has already skipped a grade and is now a junior, yet he's still steadily climbing the ladder. Is he a snail? For someone who's well-rounded and has good grades in all subjects, why has your life become so long? No one else can help you.

But in your long journey of life, it is your fault to flirt with everyone and try to please everyone.

Everyone is looking at the podium in surprise. Did you know that the girl next to you is drooling at your profile?

Haha, no matter what script your screenwriter assigns you, I will definitely not take any role in it.

He patted the podium lightly, "Quiet!"

The classroom immediately became quiet, and those who couldn't help but communicated with their eyes.

"I understand your surprise! There is no such thing as a first come, second go. The one who is most accomplished is the teacher. Do you understand?"

Seeing some students pouting and some feeling ashamed, Zhou Xiang didn't care. "Okay! Let's start calling the roll. To save time, just raise your hands when I call the names. Gu Qianmin, Cong Yiping, Liu Mingfei..."

The roll call was done very quickly. Seeing that no one was taking advantage of the situation and raising their hands randomly, Zhou put down the roster.

"Let's start the class now. Take out 'Modern Chinese History' and we'll begin discussing China's splendid ancient civilization before the Opium War..."