Inside a 7-seater SUV.
"If we don't set off now, we'll fall behind everyone else."
"Others have only been walking for over an hour, what's your rush?"
"I'm just angry at Yan Jiu, the one who made us wait. She's someone who got in through connections and backdoors, someone who's not a professional..."
"Stop. Is it appropriate for a girl to label someone so much before even meeting them?"
Unable to win an argument with her mentor, the baby-faced girl suddenly opened the car window and turned her face out of the car in frustration.
Professor Qin closed the map and looked at his old friend sitting in the passenger seat, surrounded by an air of dejection.
Fearing that the other party might be angry because of their words, they noticed that Old Master Lang seemed absent-minded.
Old Lang sighed again.
Professor Qin asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
Old Lang turned around and looked at the person.
He sighed again.
He looked utterly heartbroken.
Professor Qin asked again, "What exactly happened?"
Old Master Lang touched his forehead: "Didn't I tell you this morning that my family's young master sent people over last night?"
Professor Qin gracefully removed his reading glasses with a chain: "And then?"
Old Lang pounded his chest as he spoke: "The calligraphy that Yan girl gave me was taken away by someone from my own family."
Professor Qin asked in confusion, "Shouldn't that be?"
Old Master Lang was also helpless, so worried that he lost a lot of hair: "Yes, my family's young master is not the kind of person who takes things without asking, but this time he has a very good reason."
Professor Qin was puzzled: "No reason should be taken away without respecting your wishes."
Old Lang only asked, "What if it's requisition?"
Professor Qin fell silent.
She finally understood why Old Master Lang sighed.
Old Lang closed his eyes in melancholy.
yesterday.
When Lang Zongyi saw the stick figure on the scroll, he was speechless for the first time in front of him.
When Lang Zongyi saw the words...
His expression suddenly turned serious.
Then, without saying a word, they took the scroll.
I knew Lang Zongyi had ideas about calligraphy.
He shouldn't have shown off in front of others.
Who knows if Lang Zongyi was using the pretext of requisitioning the scroll to take it back?
It's rare for Old Master Lang to think of someone with such a petty mind; it's simply because he's excited about something he's been hunting and feeling frustrated.
Professor Qin became even more curious: "Is that calligraphy really as good as you say?"
Old Master Lang looked proud: "You know Guan Zian, the calligrapher of the Ming Dynasty, right? Compared to Yan Jiu's calligraphy, even Guan Zian is slightly inferior."
Professor Qin: "..." That's an exaggeration.
The baby-faced girl turned her head: "Teacher, Professor Lang, isn't this Yan Jiu just an adult?"
Old Lang nodded.
Who can argue with that?
At the same age of 18, while his own granddaughter was still laughing and joking, Yan Jiu was already a household name.
The baby-faced girl frowned.
Huo Xier is a third-year student in the Department of Archaeology at Imperial University. Logically, she shouldn't be doing an internship so early, but there are few students in the Department of Archaeology, so she was forced to participate in the practical research directly.
In school clubs.
There was a freshman girl named Chu Sisi who often talked about her family troubles, intentionally or unintentionally.
What was said unintentionally may have been taken to heart by the listener.
Over time.
Huo Qian'er couldn't help but feel sorry for Chu Sisi, and subconsciously disliked Yan Jiu, the sister Chu Sisi mentioned.
The list of archaeological team members was submitted early on.
And when she heard that Yan Jiu had suddenly joined.
I thought it was just a coincidence that we share the same name.
After some questioning, she discovered that Yan Jiu was someone who hadn't even gotten into university.
Does Yan Jiu think archaeology is a joke?
What else could this be but using connections?
Just as Huo Xier puffed out her cheeks in thought, the sound of wheels gliding across the ground rang out.
Huo Qian'er looked up and met Yan Jiu's gaze across the car as Yan Jiu sat on the Bluetooth suitcase.
Yan Jiu was holding a bowl of stinky tofu that she had bought somewhere, sitting on a suitcase that looked like an electric scooter and eating it with great relish.
Huo Qian'er felt that Yan Jiu was wasting her divine beauty by doing such an indecent thing.
He was immediately furious.
He decisively opened the car door.
Professor Qin was worried that his student was about to say something.
Huo Qian'er, who was obsessed with looks, grabbed Yan Jiu's shoulders and shook him: "How could you use that face to eat stinky tofu!?"
Professor Qin: "..."
Yan Jiu swallowed the last piece of stinky tofu, wiped her mouth, and tossed the trash into the distant bin like a basketball shot.
He patted Huo Qian'er's arm.
Yan Jiu looked at the person in front of her and said, "Does your brother Huo Yu know about this?"
Huo Qian'er exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, you know my brother? You wouldn't happen to be a fan of my brother, would you?"
Her eyes lit up slightly, as if she could sell her brother off if Yan Jiu just nodded.
Yan Jiu shook her head: "No."
Huo Qian'er was disappointed and frustrated.
She was also thinking that if Yan Jiu liked her older brother, who had remarried after her mother, she would be willing to support her sister-in-law unconditionally.
Huo Qian'er thought that her Huo family's genes were finally about to be elevated again, completely forgetting her initial dislike for Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu came to stand before Elder Lang.
Mr. Lang explained, "Young lady Yan, please don't blame us for not giving prior notice. We were only notified yesterday."
Yan Jiu shook her head.
She couldn't wait to go to the Northwest.
Just as Yan Jiu was about to lift the suitcase into the trunk, the man with the buzz cut got out of the driver's seat.
He offered to help: "Let me do it."
Old Lang subtly introduced the people present: "Wang Qi is someone sent by the higher-ups to protect Lao Qin, Xiao Huo is Lao Qin's student, and you and I are just there to make up the numbers."
Professor Qin scolded playfully, "You're joking again."
Yan Jiu looked at Instructor Qin, who was smiling at her, and nodded politely in return. Then she glanced at Wang Qi, who was clearly a trained martial artist.
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