Chapter 521: Iceberg God
Even if I die, I don't want to starve to death.
They reached an agreement on the way. Yang Ying and Lin Xuan were both parties involved, and Leng Yue was timid, so it was not appropriate for them to speak. When they got there, Lin Qingqing would speak.
The director of the teaching department, Wen Tingyun, and the deputy director, Huang Yan, were sitting at the table sipping tea. The tea was clear and transparent, with a slight white vapor coming out.
Wen Tingyun was over fifty years old and wore a pair of glasses. He came from a scholarly family and had loved writing since childhood. He was good at socializing, had a gentle personality, and had published countless books.
Huang Yan is over 40 years old. He is fond of ancient poetry and is very talented. He can quote allusions from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, at will.
Both of them are famous figures in Kyoto University.
The two drank tea for a while, and Huang Yan suggested that the weather was hot and it would be boring to just drink tea, so why not they play and sing a song together.
Wen Tingyun agreed and took out his guzheng.
Huang Yan plucked it with his fingers, and beautiful notes came out.
The two recently choreographed an ancient style dance called "Guan Guan".
Just hearing the name is so enchanting.
Huang Yan played the guzheng, swaying her head and chanting rhythmically: "The orioles are singing on the island in the river. The beautiful lady is the ideal match for the gentleman. The water lilies are woven together, flowing left and right. The beautiful lady is sought after day and night..."
Wen Tingyun, wearing glasses, twisted his fat body and danced gracefully.
Of course, he didn't have any water sleeves. Instead, he used two large pieces of pink toilet paper. As his movements became more intense, the toilet paper fluttered... It was extremely enchanting...
This is a refined interest.
Ruan Fei and Yin Qian ran all the way to the teaching office.
Ruan Fei had porridge spilled on her body, so when she walked, dust stuck to her body and she looked a little disheveled.
Yin Qian was indignant and accusing all the way, and her saliva splashed all over Lin Qingqing and the others' faces.
Lin Qingqing and a few others followed behind dejectedly.
Seeing their dejected looks, Yin Qian knew that they had already given up.
On the way to the teaching office, you have to pass by the basketball court.
The boys under the setting sun are playing basketball with great enthusiasm.
Ruan Chen's long legs were running on the basketball court, while Jin Zuo was holding his clothes outside the court.
Jin Zuo has never been interested in rough work like playing basketball. He would sweat all over and lose all his composure.
Dancing is more to my taste. In brothels, I can exercise my body and pick up beautiful girls in a legitimate way.
There were many girls watching, staring at Ruan Chen's graceful and elegant figure, and screaming excitedly.
It’s a pity that Ruan Chen left the field after just a short while because he was tired.
The girls were very disappointed.
This is the only chance to see my idol with a clear conscience, but unfortunately he is not strong.
Ruan Chen came down, took the water handed to him by Jin Zuo and drank a few sips. When he squinted his eyes to look at the sunset, he saw several girls walking towards him in the sunset.
Needless to say, the first one is his sister Ruan Fei, and the other is Ruan Fei’s good friend Yin Qian.
His attention was on the girl behind him.
This girl was the one he met during the day. Beside her was another girl who was dressed very shabbily, and two other girls.
The combination of four people makes people laugh inexplicably.
When he thought of this, he didn't realize that he was laughing.
Jin Zuo looked at Ruan Chen's faint smile with an expression of "I'm screwed". Haha, the icy male god actually smiled.
Ruan Chen ignored him, put on his clothes, ran out, and followed the girls not far away.
Jin Zuo was in disbelief. He, the icy man, actually stalked a girl? Ah!!
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