Chapter 82 Drawing Lots
Jiang Beiyu stayed in Nanshan Temple for some time and finally confirmed that the abbot Fang, who was not sure whether he was a monk or a Taoist priest, was unreliable.
Not to mention the ambiguous words, these are all secrets that cannot be revealed.
"Mr. Jiang, are you very concerned about your future life trajectory?" asked Host Fang.
Jiang Beiyu smiled and said, "Why should I care about this? I just care about whether I have a future or not."
Host Fang smiled but said nothing.
Jiang Beiyu had nothing to do in the temple, so he went to a side temple and found a fortune-telling Taoist priest to draw a lot.
After looking at the lot that was drawn, the young Taoist priest's expression changed slightly, and he gave the lot to Jiang Beiyu.
"Sir, I can't interpret this fortune. Please ask someone else."
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the little Taoist priest looked at him strangely, as if with a bit of sympathy and complicated emotions.
This temple is really weird. It is called a Taoist temple, but it is also called a temple. There are little monks and little Taoist priests inside.
It looks more like a combination of a Taoist temple and a Buddhist temple.
Jiang Beiyu took the stick home. Seeing that it was a suitable size, he put it in the book as a bookmark.
There are also homework assignments assigned to students and collected in the study. He is a very strict teacher, especially when teaching competition classes.
Mathematics is really wonderful and tests one's thinking ability, but Jiangbeiyu did not find many people in No. 1 Middle School who fit the description of geniuses.
It's not entirely absent.
There is one who looks to be as short-lived as him, and seems to be quite powerful.
But I haven't seen him for a while. I don't know if he was spotted by professors from Peking University and Tsinghua University when he went out to compete and they wouldn't let him come back.
——
on Monday.
Su Nanzhi slept almost the entire day the day before, and Xiao Taomu couldn't wake her up no matter how hard she tried. She could go without food or drink, but she couldn't lack sleep.
After a good sleep, I packed up and went back to school to start a new week.
At the same time, a topic quietly arose on the Internet.
【A hundred years old is awesome】
Su Nanzhi had just put down her schoolbag when Du Zijin came in from the back door.
"Ah, beautiful Zhizhi, you're the first person I see when I arrive at school this new week. Does this mean I'll have good luck all week long?"
The tall and burly sports committee member who had walked in a second before Du Zijin scratched his head and said, "Du Zijin, am I not a human being?"
Du Zijin glanced at the sports committee member and asked, "How can you be the same as Zhizhi?"
The sports committee member felt wronged: "...嘤."
Du Zijin: “…”
Wow, is this the power of a macho man?
"Did Zhizhi check the class group messages over the weekend?" Du Zijin asked.
Su Nanzhi was silent for a while, "No."
The weekend is such precious time that she doesn’t even have enough time to sleep, so how could she possibly spend time looking at her phone?
Everyone who knows Su Nanzhi knows that most of the time, she is out of touch.
No matter how rapidly modern communications develop, if people don't want to use it, there's nothing others can do about it, right?
"Then let me tell you, our class's talented girl is coming back?" Du Zijin whispered. "It seems she won the piano competition this time."
Su Nanzhi probably knew who she was talking about and said, "Oh."
Du Zijin smiled, "Zhizhi is not interested in her?"
"No."
Even feel a little annoyed.
"Then let's not talk about it." Du Zijin has a habit of talking too much.
(End of this chapter)
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