Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Author of Compendium of Materia Medica: Zhou…
The next morning, Uncle Li received devastating news.
Before Qin Du left, he said to him calmly:
"You don't have to pick up Liu Jingheng from get out of class anymore. Let's go to the park and play chess."
Uncle Li begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, I was too focused yesterday. I promise I won't do it again."
"Can you guarantee that the teacher won't call me again about this kind of thing?" Qin Du strode out the door. "That's it."
Uncle Li stood alone in the hall, tears welling up in his eyes.
What's the difference between depriving him of the opportunity to pick up Jingjing after class and letting him kiss Master Qin?
I don't want to live anymore.
But think about it, at least he can still take Jingjing to class. Live on. As long as you live, there will always be a little hope.
In the hospital.
Today, the intern colleagues felt that Cheng Yunqing was a little different from usual.
In the past, he was always the last one to leave. He would stay in the office to review all the surgical procedures of the day and carefully check the equipment, water and electricity before leaving.
Colleagues looked at Cheng Yunqing, who was hurriedly packing up his things at five o'clock. When they heard him say, "I'm leaving get off work first," he disappeared in an instant.
Looking again, he saw the surgical report that he brought home every day lying on the table.
Cheng Yunqing has always been indifferent. In a positive sense, he is Buddhist, and in a negative sense, he is cold-blooded.
In the past, when I was stuck in traffic, I would take a break to review the surgical report.
But today, when he was stuck in the evening rush hour, the car horns never stopped beeping.
The driver of the car in front leaned out and yelled, "Are you going to be reborn? Do I have to push my car through this traffic jam to clear a path for you? You idiot!"
Cheng Yunqing glanced at his watch, then suddenly punched the loudspeaker, his cold brows deeply furrowed, accepting the "alley mud horse" coming from all directions.
He let go of his hands, leaned his head back against the seat, and took a deep breath.
There seems to be a fire in my heart, burning brighter and brighter as time goes by.
The fast lane next to it moved, and the car behind pushed the car in front.
Cheng Yunqing glanced over and suddenly straightened up slowly.
In the black car next door, behind the rolled-down window, there was a familiar profile.
The distinct jawline reveals an innate superiority and is always held high.
Cheng Yunqing smiled and turned away. The fire in his heart gradually subsided.
It turns out that such a capable person would also be stuck in rush hour.
Half an hour later, the car finally started moving.
Cheng Yunqing glanced at the black car next to him, stepped on the accelerator, changed lanes, forced his way in front of the black car, observed its driving trajectory through the rearview mirror, and blocked it tightly.
In a black car.
The driver shook his head with an impatient look on his face: "What's going on up ahead? They keep cutting me off. Are they crazy?"
Qin Du looked up and saw a familiar license plate number.
He snorted coldly, lowered his head and continued reading the magazine, saying softly:
"You can't turn as close to the ground as possible, and then turn quickly after getting off the bridge to get rid of him."
"Huh...? You're not allowed to turn around here."
"I didn't ask you to turn around."
driver:.
If you don't push the driver, you won't know how awesome he is.
Although they were blocked by Cheng Yunqing's car, they could see that the other party was observing their driving trajectory.
But the driver turned on the left turn signal, turned a corner, and then turned around again at lightning speed, speeding past Cheng Yunqing's car.
The driver laughed proudly: "Boy, I have 20 years of driving experience. Do you want to compete with me? Go home and cry to your mother!"
Cheng Yunqing followed the car in front closely, and after making sure there were no cameras around, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
Drivers who saw this scene sighed: This road is still too wide.
Two cars stopped in front of the art class almost at the same time.
The driver got out of the car and ran over to open the door for Qin Du. Cheng Yunqing took advantage of the opportunity, slammed the car door, and strode to the art class:
"Hello, teacher. I'm here to pick up Liu Jingheng from get out of class."
Teacher Xiaolu: "You are...?"
"Teacher, I'm sorry for being late. I'm here to pick up Liu Jingheng after class." A calm voice came from behind.
Teacher Xiaolu smiled happily when she saw people:
"Mr. Qin, will you be the one to pick up Jingjing from now on?"
Qin Du glanced at Cheng Yunqing and said, "Yes, thank you for your help."
Liu Jingheng heard the teacher's call and came out holding his masterpiece.
What caught my eye was the familiar yet strange figure of Cheng Yunqing. It was strange why he appeared here.
Qin Du turned around and said, "Liu Jingheng, have you packed your things?"
"right."
"Let's go." Qin Du walked towards the door.
Liu Jingheng was stunned for a while, then slowly followed in her wheelchair.
"Liu Jingheng." Cheng Yunqing's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"You promised me yesterday that I would pick you up from school from now on." Cheng Yunqing's voice was as tense as his clenched hands.
Liu Jingheng scratched his head and took a long time to react:
"Boss Qin and I are on the way, so I won't bother you."
Cheng Yunqing slowly closed his eyes.
"But you promised me." Stubbornly, a little aggrieved, "You also said that you would show me your work as soon as possible."
Liu Jingheng was silent.
Could it be that his work really has value that his short-sightedness prevents him from seeing? Otherwise, why would everyone want to steal it?
Qin Du, standing at the door, turned his back to the two of them and whispered in Liu Jingheng's silence:
"Liu Jingheng, let's go. Do you want me to repeat it again?"
Liu Jingheng put down her hand, nodded to Cheng Yunqing, and slid away in her wheelchair.
"Sir, are you okay?"
Amidst the parents' watching gazes, only Teacher Xiaolu was kind enough to hand Cheng Yunqing a tissue.
Cheng Yunqing didn't move, the corners of his deep red eyes were sharp and resentful.
He ignored Teacher Xiaolu and didn't even say thank you politely, and just left the hall.
After getting in the car, he took out his phone and typed a message to his mother with his fingers as fast as the wind:
[I want to buy a house next to the Qin family of Rilon Group.]
Cheng's mother quickly replied: "Houses over there are very expensive. Why don't you consider other places? I think the newly opened Roland on the Sea is good."
Cheng Yunqing typed a few words and threw the phone away:
[Even if I have to sell all my properties, I will buy one next to the Qin family.]
Cheng's mother: This is not the usual Yunqing.
In the car.
Qin Du took Liu Jingheng's work and said, "Please explain what you learned today."
Liu Jingheng pointed to the work label in the lower right corner: See for yourself.
Qin Du looked over:
My Happy Family
Count them, there are five people in the picture.
A lump of unidentified substance with a circle of white beard on its chin, very much like Old Man Qin.
A black mass of unknown substance was holding something that looked like a tea tray. It could be seen that it was Uncle Li.
There is also a yellow unknown substance on the face with two black lines hanging diagonally, which represents the always unhappy Qin Chuyao.
And, dressed in black, with big, lifeless eyes, he stood on the edge like a steel plate.
Qin Du smiled imperceptibly. What kind of devil was he?
There is also an unknown object in the middle sitting on a silver unknown object.
Qin Du smiled again. Selfishly, he had painted his eyebrows and eyes so vividly that he even added a few eyelashes in great detail.
Qin Du put away his smile and coldly threw the work back into Liu Jingheng's arms:
"After studying for so long, this is all I can draw."
Liu Jingheng pondered for a while, trying to find one or two suitable green tea quotes.
After a long class, the CPU can no longer run.
He took the small notebook from his neck, flipped through several pages, and read along:
"It's not that I can't do it, it's..."
Turn the page: "You have no appreciation."
Liu Jingheng:?
Turn it over again.
Then he carefully tore apart the pages that had been stuck together due to the rain in the past few days.
Reading again: "It's me who is confused. It's your figure that always dominates my thoughts."
After reading it, you have to quickly close it and tuck it into your shirt.
Qin Du remained calm, watching from the corner of his eye as his precious secret notebook propped up a small piece of his shirt.
What the hell. The old program can't support the host, and now it needs to add memory sticks?
The car stepped into the sunset, stained with a touch of orange.
Qin Du had just arrived home when he saw Qin Chuyao coming towards him, rubbing his hands and smiling in a disgusting way.
"Uncle, can you please reconsider my... Yunqing's matter?" Damn, Cheng Yunqing didn't reply to his message again.
This time, he didn't have any hope at all, and was even prepared to be scolded by his uncle.
Qin Du didn't even look at him and loosened his tie:
"Next time, I'll communicate with my family in advance. I'll put him on the third floor. I don't want to be disturbed while I'm working."
Qin Chuyao was stunned.
His eyes widened little by little until they were wide open.
"Uncle, you..."
Qin Du ignored him and casually threw Liu Jingheng's "My Happy Family" to the nanny: "Hang it up."
Nanny: "Mr. Qin, where do you want to hang it?"
Qin Du: "Hang it wherever it's obvious."
*
That night, Cheng Yunqing received a message from Qin Chuyao:
[Yunqing! My uncle promised you a short stay. Don't rush to unpack your suitcase, just bring it over! See you tomorrow.]
Cheng Yunqing put down the iPad and read Qin Chuyao's message dozens of times for the first time.
He then looked at the villa information on the iPad screen and the numbers on the calculator on his phone.
With a long sigh, Cheng Yunqing lay weakly on the table, his confused eyes not knowing where to look.
Suddenly I felt pitiful and pathetic.
I have to sell all my properties to barely afford the down payment for the villa over there.
Although my parents are leading figures in contemporary medicine, they are still as small as dust in front of the mountain-like Rilon Group.
And I myself am a neutrino that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
The next day.
With one more person in the Qin family, the family became lively again.
Because Liu Jingheng "interfered", the timeline was delayed in entering the plot where Cheng Yunqing was hated by the Qin family.
The old man still admired this bright and handsome Jinhai University top student, and smiled so much that his wrinkles disappeared:
"Student Cheng, welcome to stay at the Qin family."
As soon as he finished speaking, the nanny and the housekeeper all applauded.
Cheng Yunqing's expression was indifferent, and the disappointment in his eyes had not yet dissipated.
He looked through the crowd at Qin Du.
Amidst Qin Chuyao's excitement and the polite smiles of others, Qin Du, sitting aside drinking black tea and reading a magazine, looked out of place, his expression full of disdain and sympathy for him.
Cheng Yunqing blinked and said in a hoarse voice:
"Thank you, Mr. Qin. I'm sorry for causing trouble for everyone."
Qin Du put down the cup and went upstairs.
Cheng Yunqing suddenly felt relieved.
His eyes fell straight on Liu Jingheng.
Liu Jingheng was the same as before, with no expression on her face, she just mechanically clapped along.
Cheng Yunqing smiled. Even so, he still thought Liu Jingheng was cute.
Liu Jingheng: From now on, I have to improve my acting skills.
He opened Jingxi Shopping and bought a book called "An Actor's Self-cultivation".
*
Rilon Group headquarters.
Qin Du closed the document, and the very perceptive secretary immediately handed him an iPad:
"Boss Qin, what would you like to eat for lunch today? I'll call and make a reservation right away."
Qin Du said, "You decide."
The secretary is most afraid of the boss's "You can do whatever you want", but the cook gets the chance to show his skills, but unfortunately, it is him, a professional slave, who gets scolded in the end.
The secretary disappeared like a dark cloud.
Qin Du stood up and rubbed his neck gently, then picked up the cup, which was empty.
He wanted to ask his secretary to come back and get some water, but he couldn't help but think of his worried back as he left.
So I took the cup and went to the tea room.
The tea room is a suite where you can get water inside and drink tea and rest outside.
During lunch break, more people came.
Qin Du listened to the footsteps outside and the voices of the employees laughing and chatting.
He held the cup and stirred the black tea gently.
On weekdays, when the employees saw him, they always lowered their heads and dared not breathe, as if they didn't know he was in the inner room, while the outside was as lively as a spring outing.
"Xiao Liu, I heard that you invited our Jiajia to dinner a few days ago. Are you interested in Jiajia?"
"Don't, don't talk nonsense. Representative Qin, Representative Qin strictly prohibits office romance. I don't dare to have any such intentions."
"Oh, Jiajia, you can see that she's not interested in you at all. I think Xiao Wang from the Planning and Marketing Department is pretty good. I heard he recently secured a big deal for the company, and Representative Qin rewarded him with 500,000 yuan. Why don't you consider him?"
"Stop joking with me..."
"Xiao Liu, do you want to play a game?"
"Okay, you tell me the rules."
"It's simple. We all turn our heads and look back at you together."
Xiao Liu was puzzled: "What kind of statement is this?"
"No matter what they say, you'll know after playing a game."
After a while.
The employees' booing was about to blow the roof off:
"Xiao Liu! So many of us turned around at the same time! Why did you only look at Jia Jia first? And you said you didn't like her!"
“Ah…ah?”
"You don't understand? Let me tell you, when everyone is looking at you, you will subconsciously only look at your crush. Get married, get married!"
Qin Du leaned against the edge of the table and drank his red tea elegantly.
I never thought that all his employees had just graduated from elementary school.
He pushed the door open and walked straight out.
In an instant, the tea room fell silent.
…
night.
Qin Du finished dinner with his partners. It happened that Liu Jingheng's art class was taught by Teacher Xiaolu today, so he didn't need to rush.
When I got home, I found that my home was as lively as the tea room.
Everyone was sitting in the hall, with Old Man Qin sitting at the top seat, his face flushed with excitement.
Seeing Qin Du, he quickly waved:
"Qin Du, come on, we're going to play Werewolf together, you should come too."
Qin Du had no interest and no energy to think about why the old man suddenly changed his personality.
"You guys play." He went straight upstairs.
"Oh, I've never played Werewolf, and Qin Du doesn't play it either. Looks like I'm the only one who's embarrassed." The old man said angrily.
Qin Du ignored him and walked to the spiral staircase. He caught a glimpse of Liu Jingheng out of the corner of his eye and their eyes met.
The sentence "No one at home pays attention to me" suddenly popped up in my mind.
Liu Jingheng was surrounded by several prominent figures.
But the look in his eyes clearly said "loneliness".
Because of his slowness and dullness, he became an outsider in the Werewolf game, which requires strong logic and high reaction speed.
In fact, Liu Jingheng said: Why are my works hanging there? They are so conspicuous. What if they are stolen?
Qin Du blinked for a long time, then turned around.
He took off his suit jacket and walked over to the crowd:
"How to play."
Qin Chuyao spit out a mouthful of Coke. This isn't your average uncle!
"Come to Qin Du, you can be the host and just read according to the hand cards." The old man said excitedly.
Qin Du took the hand card, and the others had already drawn their identity cards.
Qin Du said softly:
"On the first night, everyone fell into a deep sleep. Now, werewolf, please open your eyes and designate someone you want to shoot."
Qin Chuyao and the old man opened their eyes.
The two of them are worthy of being grandfather and grandson, their excited expressions are equally pathetic.
The two of them tried their hand at it, first stabbing Uncle Li, and then closing their eyes.
Qin Du looked at the people who had their eyes closed tightly, and his deep voice was perfect for announcing the bad news:
"It's dawn, please open your eyes."
Liu Jingheng slowly opened her eyes.
As soon as everyone opens their eyes, they will habitually look at the host. They have no choice.
But the host has many options.
But his eyes only met Liu Jingheng's.
Qin Du's eyebrows paused, and his pupils trembled briefly, as if he suddenly thought of something.
Liu Jingheng was puzzled: Why does Mr. Qin have this expression? Did I go offline at the beginning?
The old man was still urging: "Tell me who died, is it me?"
Qin Du was silent for a while, and turned his eyes away from Liu Jingheng:
"The deceased is Uncle Li."
Uncle Li was in tears, holding Liu Jingheng's hand and crying:
"Jingjing, uncle is leaving first, but uncle believes in you. You must find the werewolf and avenge uncle!"
Villager Liu Jingheng: "Okay."
The others took turns discussing the possibility of werewolves, chatting animatedly.
Qin Du sat on the side, seemingly concentrating on flipping through the cards, but in fact, his mind was full of the scene about Crush in the tea room at noon.
No.
Think about it from another perspective. Liu Jingheng and Qin Chuyao are the most outstanding looking ones here. It is normal that people will subconsciously look at beautiful pictures.
As for Qin Chuyao, I've seen him for more than 20 years and I've had enough.
Qin Du blinked. That's right.
After the old man finished speaking, he excitedly said, "I'm done. Now please let number six speak!"
silence--
Cheng Yunqing leaned close to Liu Jingheng's ear and said with a smile:
"Aren't you number six?"
Liu Jingheng finally turned on the computer and beat 0.1% of the computers in the country:
"Yes, I'm number six."
Qin Du suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze once again passed through the huge crowd and fell directly on Liu Jingheng's face.
"I changed my identity. I'm a good citizen." Liu Jingheng said slowly, her thoughts also turning slowly. "But Uncle Li said that he wanted revenge. I suspect Uncle Li is a werewolf."
Uncle Li: ...
"Teacher Xiao Liu is so nice. He improved the gaming experience for Uncle Li who was offline at the beginning." The old man gave a thumbs up.
Uncle Li's eyes were filled with tears, and the look he gave Liu Jingheng was one of reverence for the gods.
Qin Du held his cheek with one hand, and slid his fingers down to hide the smile at the corner of his lips.
Fool.
Qin Chuyao saw it with just a casual glance.
Stunned.
Did I see that just now? Was my uncle smiling?
Oh, it was a sneer, laughing at our childishness.
Finally, with Liu Jingheng's unremitting efforts, he was suspected of being a werewolf, and except for Cheng Yunqing's abstention, he was voted out by everyone.
The game is over and the werewolves have won.
"Yeah!" The old man excitedly high-fived Qin Chuyao.
He turned around and stretched out his hand to Liu Jingheng.
Liu Jingheng said expressionlessly: "Yeah."
Winning is awesome.
"What are you talking about? If you hadn't been slacking off, you wouldn't have been suspected." A young nanny who participated in the game said contemptuously.
Liu Jingheng put down her hand: "But this game is not called Werewolf."
Everyone was puzzled, but nodded.
Liu Jingheng was silent for a long time, then said again: "The werewolf won, I can be happy."
Everyone: ...
Can't refute it.
After a long silence, everyone suddenly raised their hands tentatively:
"yeah……?"
An inaudible laugh came from Qin Du's nose, and he blinked.
Really not smart.
*
late at night.
Liu Jingheng took a shower and slowly climbed onto the bed.
Suddenly a message popped up on the phone:
【Cheng Yunqing: Are you asleep?】
Liu Jingheng: [Not yet.]
Cheng Yunqing: [Nothing, this is my first time playing Werewolf with so many people. I'm very happy. Thank you.]
Liu Jingheng:?
It's all thanks to everyone, why should we thank him?
Liu Jingheng: [You're welcome.]
Cheng Yunqing: [Okay, I won’t bother you anymore. Good night.]
Liu Jingheng casually replied "Good night" and thought the topic was over. Just as she turned off her phone, another message from Cheng Yunqing popped up:
【Do you know what goodnight means? 】
Liu Jingheng: ...?
don't know.
Cheng Yunqing: [The pinyin for "good night" is WANAN.]
I love you love you.
Liu Jingheng was stunned for a long time, still couldn't understand, so she copied it:
【OK, WANAN】
Cheng Yunqing upstairs looked at the five letters sent by Liu Jingheng, his eyes gradually becoming moist, his entire chest swelled as if it was about to explode, and a heat raged back and forth in it.
Liu Jingheng couldn't sleep either.
He hid in his bed and flipped through the chat records with Cheng Yunqing. Most of them were Cheng Yunqing's warm inquiries and reminders to him to take medicine on time. Even before he transmigrated into the book, the dean's father was sometimes too busy to remind him to take medicine.
Is his relationship with Cheng Yunqing too good? Shouldn't the vicious cannon fodder and the protagonist dislike each other?
Liu Jingheng's empty brain worked for a long time but couldn't figure it out.
He has already made the film "An Actor's Self-cultivation", so his plan to return to the world will soon be put on the agenda.
The next day.
There was a new Cheng Yunqing in the family, and the old man didn't know how to show off. At the dinner table, he excitedly announced:
"The May Day holiday is coming soon. To celebrate this auspicious day, I'm planning to hold the first-ever talent competition! Divide into two groups, and the winning team will receive a prize of 660,000 yuan!"
Others:?!
How many?
Uncle Li: "Great competition! I'd like to be on the same team with Jingjing."
While everyone was discussing the huge bonus, Qin Du put down his knife and fork and stood up.
"Qin Du." The old man called him, his tone slightly asking, "You should join as well. Without you, our family won't have an even number, so someone will have to give up."
Qin Du: "No time."
Qin Chuyao saw Qin Du turn around and walk upstairs, and immediately suggested:
"Let Liu Jingheng give up. He's too slow to react. Teaming up with him will definitely lead to a loss."
Qin Du stopped and stood at the entrance of the spiral staircase, his eyes looking dimly from the darkness.
Cheng Yunqing had a polite smile on his face:
"Why don't you give up, Qin Chuyao? Your reaction is so fast that it's unusual for ordinary people. It's unfair to the enemy team."
Qin Chuyao: "I..."
Liu Jingheng sat quietly amidst the heated discussion, her eyes blank, as if the protagonist of everyone's discussion was not someone with the surname Liu.
He really didn't understand what everyone was arguing about.
"What time is the game?"
Amidst the heated discussion, a cold and distant voice rang out.
It should have been drowned out by the noise of the crowd, but as soon as the words were spoken, everyone strangely fell silent.
After being silent for almost a century, the old man suppressed his inner ecstasy and said cautiously:
"In order not to delay everyone's holiday travel, I plan to schedule the game for tomorrow night."
Qin Du said "hmm", took the phone and clicked it.
Throughout the whole process, everyone's eyes were focused on the man who left and returned. No matter how long they waited, no one dared to show any impatience.
More than ten minutes passed, and Qin Du put down his phone, his voice still stiff:
"I asked my secretary to check. I don't have any plans tomorrow night."
It's awkward, but also a little bit stiff and unnatural.
Everyone simultaneously turned into the fourth yellow soybean emoji on WeChat.
"You guys chat." Qin Du threw down a sentence and went upstairs.
The residual force of the atomic bomb explosion still lingers, and everywhere it reaches is deadly silent.
"This... this is not the usual Mr. Qin." Uncle Li muttered absentmindedly.
"Yes, not the usual Qin Du..." the old man also said.
As far as I can remember, Qin Du never participated in any activities of the Qin family except for the Qingming Festival to worship ancestors.
In the words of Mr. Qin: Qin Du has never shown interest in anything since he was a child. When he was still at the age where he could barely hold his urine, while other children were still crying and begging their families to buy toys, Qin Du would already stand on a high building with his hands behind his back, overlooking his business empire.
Even when Mr. Qin's second wife came into the house later, Qin Chuyao cried and shouted for his grandmother, swearing to never accept this woman who came out of nowhere. But as Tang Shanping's biological son, Qin Du said nothing, but just politely nodded slightly to greet the woman.
Therefore, the astonishment of the crowd was not exaggerated.
*
The next night, the Qin family was not as lively as they were during the Chinese New Year.
The old man’s secretary Wang Meng served as the chief referee of the competition.
"Good evening, everyone! Welcome to the Qin family's first ability competition. I'm the referee of this competition, Wang Meng!" Wang Meng pulled the bow tie very long and snapped it back.
"I'm honored to be invited by President Qin to serve as the chief referee in this sacred and magnificent arena. Ah~ My emotions right now are like a surging river..."
"Okay, stop drinking." Uncle Li interrupted him.
Sixteen people in the Qin family, including the nanny, sat around the temporary competition stage that was built at great expense, holding clappers and small loudspeakers to liven up the atmosphere.
Only Qin Du, who was sitting at the back, dressed in a suit and tie, as calm as the deep sea, seemed out of place.
Wang Meng raised his hand card:
"First, the sixteen players will be divided into groups of eight. To ensure fairness, this competition will be conducted by drawing lots, with teams with the same color drawn forming one team."
Everyone started to draw lots according to their height.
Uncle Li put his hand into the lottery box and turned it around, muttering:
"Jingjing, Jingjing, I must be in the same group with Jingjing. Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, and Virgin Mary, I, Li Dahai, have never begged anyone in my life..."
Old man: "Teacher Xiao Liu, Teacher Xiao Liu, the law of attraction comes here."
Cheng Yunqing couldn't understand why he agreed to participate in such a childish and boring competition, but being drawn into the same group with Liu Jingheng was his only emotional value.
Qin Chuyao: As long as I don’t draw Liu Jingheng, I have no complaints even if I can’t be on the same team with Yunqing.
Liu Jingheng drew a lot, a blue paper.
Qin Du didn't pick and choose like others in the lottery box. He just picked one at random and unfolded it.
It's blue.
Qin Du's eyes flashed across Liu Jingheng's blue paper.
Some were happy and some were sad. Uncle Li and the old man who drew the red paper almost had the word "unlucky" written on their faces.
After drawing the lot, Cheng Yunqing didn't rush to unfold it, but rubbed it nervously in the palm of his hand.
He wanted to tell God, hoping that God could hear his voice, that he loved blue the most and would always be loyal to it.
Cheng Yunqing's Adam's apple slid as he slowly unfolded the signature paper.
The bloody red color stung my eyes and hurt them.
He slowly closed his eyes, and the signature paper swirled and fell to the ground.
The draw groups are as follows:
Liu Jingheng, Qin Du, Qin Chuyao and five nannies form a team;
The remaining team is the other one.
Qin Chuyao: Fuck.
This isn't my zodiac year, so why is everything going wrong?
Divide into groups and have two groups sit facing each other.
Wang Meng raised his hand card:
"First, let's go to the first game, the newspaper game!"
The rules of the game are very simple. Two teams stand on a huge newspaper together. The referee asks questions and the team that presses the bell first answers. If they answer incorrectly or do not get the right to answer, they must fold the newspaper under their feet in half. After answering all the questions, the team with the most remaining people on the field wins.
Liu Jingheng: What, what... Can I request to read the rules again?
Wang Meng waved his hand and said, "I don't care if you understand or not! Just have fun!"
"First, let's try out our first question! Excuse me! Where is the present-day Chencang in the phrase 'repairing the plank road in the open'? "
Everyone: ...
The simple title highlights the fact that many people are illiterate.
But Qin Chuyao pressed the answer bell:
"Correct answer! Baoji, Shaanxi!"
"Correct answer!"
Qin Chuyao's smug eyes drifted towards Cheng Yunqing opposite him.
Cheng Yunqing certainly knew the answer, but he didn't want to say it and didn't want to win. He knew Liu Jingheng was poor, so he hoped that the 660,000 yuan prize would be divided equally and then go to him, which would be worth seeing.
Cheng Yunqing's group folded the newspaper in half and stood on it. They could only stand close together. If they relaxed a little, they would face the risk of being eliminated.
"Next, I'm going to increase the difficulty." Wang Meng flipped a card. "Excuse me! How many years does it take for Halley's Comet to return?"
As soon as the question was asked, the whole audience fell silent again.
Qin Du actually knew everything, but he didn't want to say it.
After a while, he found the competition extremely boring. He decided to just sit on the sidelines, finish early, and go back to work on the paperwork.
"Correct!" This time, Uncle Li pressed the bell first. "Sixty-two years!"
Wang Meng pondered for a moment: "Why is it sixty-two?"
Uncle Li said proudly: "I am not talented, I am sixty-two years old this year."
Wang Meng took a deep breath and shouted, "Wrong answer!"
Old man: "You..."
Okay, okay, you want Teacher Xiao Liu to win, right? I’ll help you this time.
As the questions became more and more tricky, the two teams folded their newspapers almost the same number of times, and a group of nannies who were afraid to get close to their employers had been eliminated first. At this time, the situation on the field was four against four.
"Next question, please fill in the blanks according to the following numerical pattern." Wang Meng snapped his fingers, and several numbers appeared on the projector behind him:
【1.16; 8.25; 27.36; 64.49; ()】
Liu Jingheng, dumb——
He knew numbers, but numbers did not know him.
Qin Du only took a glance and immediately had the answer in his mind.
The numbers before the decimal point are the cubes of 12345, and the numbers after the decimal point are the squares of 45678, so the answer is 125.64.
He glanced at the newspaper at his feet. If he folded it in half again, someone would definitely be eliminated.
As soon as he raised his hand——
"Correct answer!" The old man opposite seemed to have a grudge against the answering bell. He punched it and the bell tilted.
"The answer is zero point zero."
Wang Meng: "...Why is it zero point zero?"
The old man smiled confidently and pointed at the question:
"This question may seem like a test of mental arithmetic, but it often appears in civil service exams. When selecting talent, arithmetic skills aren't necessary; what's more important is your understanding of the world. So, the sky is round and the earth is square, so break the whole into its parts!"
The nannies didn't understand what was going on and could only applaud and show their support.
Wang Meng bit his lips:
"Director Qin, actually... it's just to test your most basic mental arithmetic ability."
The old man's smile froze.
The newspaper was folded in half again, and the four tried to stand up.
The remaining nannies in the team huddled and shivered among the big boss. However, although the old man was old, he was tall and mighty. He took up the space of two people and squeezed the nanny out of the newspaper.
Uncle Li stood in the posture of a golden rooster standing on one leg, but due to his old age and frailty, his legs were shaking like plucked strings.
Cheng Yunqing sighed and wanted to leave the newspaper on his own initiative to end this boring game as soon as possible.
But when he raised his eyes, his gaze met Liu Jingheng's.
Cheng Yunqing opened his mouth, a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
That dull and slow-witted child was actually winking at him.
Liu Jingheng: On the playing field, there are open and covert fights. As a qualified cannon fodder, it is a timeless plot for me to provoke the protagonist with my eyes. Recalling the face-slapping TV series I watched last night, how do the villains usually provoke with their eyes?
He slowly raised one eyebrow and narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of disdain.
Cheng Yunqing met his charming eyes and her heart began to beat wildly.
He wanted Liu Jingheng to win, but he also wanted to take this opportunity to show off his boyfriend prowess in front of Liu Jingheng.
Cheng Yunqing took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, and said to Uncle Li:
"Come up and reduce the floor space."
Uncle Li looked at his outstretched arms and bent body:
"ah?"
"Come up if you don't want to lose." Cheng Yunqing repeated coldly.
Uncle Li smacked his lips: I really want to lose...
In the end, he could only accept his fate as Mr. Qin's guest, tiptoeing and jumping up carefully.
Cheng Yunqing's body suddenly sank down.
He gritted his teeth, concentrated all his strength in his arms, and used all his strength to lift Uncle Li up.
Qin Chuyao was anxious: "Put it down quickly, Uncle Li weighs more than 160 kilograms!"
Cheng Yunqing gritted his teeth and glanced at Liu Jingheng.
Look, he's worshipping.
"A mere one hundred and sixty." Cheng Yunqing controlled his breathing, his tone somewhat disdainful.
Liu Jingheng: This plot is a bit strange...
Wang Meng: "Okay, okay, the young are formidable. Now, next question! Who is the author of Compendium of Materia Medica?"
This question is very simple, and any primary school student can answer it fluently.
Wang Meng saw that everyone was obviously exhausted, and Liu Jingheng's team had an extra wheelchair taking up space. If they answered incorrectly again, they would probably be eliminated, so he gave them a chance to catch up.
When the old man heard this, he knew the answer to the question and stretched out his hand impatiently.
The next second, he slowly retracted his hand.
He saw his good son, Qin Du, sitting opposite him, with his head slightly tilted, looking at him with the eyes of a lion examining its prey, and his finger on the answer bell nodded nonchalantly.
The old man chose to mute his microphone.
Qin Du secretly rings the bell for answering the questions:
"Correct answer."
He lowered his voice:
"Jay Chou."
The whole place was dead silent.
Liu Jingheng slowly typed a question mark.
Is it Jay Chou? Why did he remember it as Li Shizhen? Maybe he remembered it wrong. Who was the one who tasted a hundred herbs? Was it Jay Chou too? Was it Jay Chou who scraped the bone to cure the poison?
Wang Meng nodded cautiously:
"Boss Qin, Boss Qin, even if you're talking about Shennong, he's still more reliable than Jay Chou."
Qin Du: "Really?"
Wang Meng, unafraid of power, said regretfully, "Unfortunately, Mr. Qin's answer was wrong. According to the regulations, you need to fold the newspaper in half again."
At this time, the newspaper under their feet was just the size of a yoga mat. In order not to be eliminated, Qin Chuyao had to lean on Liu Jingheng's wheelchair.
When I heard that the price would be cut in half again, I lost weight visibly.
Life is hopeless. Next, he will either stay close to his uncle, or embrace Liu Jingheng sweetly.
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