Ye Lan asked for leave just to say hello, because even the subject group leader had to consult her for cultural courses, and Chen Maoyuan had no choice but to agree.
"Thanks."
After hanging up the phone, the rest of the people in the classroom had already returned and were talking about how impressive the performance of the Poshan team was in the morning's selection.
"That ace sniper Ji Bing is awesome! I thought Chen Zhexi was pretty good at shooting, but I didn't expect him to shoot with a cigarette in his mouth, half smoking it, and then he shot Chen Zhexi in the head."
"That shot was so damn cool!"
"Ye Shen, Jiu Shao, you guys missed out on a great loss."
Luo Junpeng, a novice and addicted gamer, gave a live broadcast of a class, spitting heavily and looking extremely excited.
Ye Lan, who was sitting by the window, didn't comment upon hearing this, and his expression remained the same.
Xie Chenan listened with a disdainful curl of his lips, "Is this operation awesome? You've never seen the world before."
"Isn't that awesome?! I bet there's no one else in the server who can pull off a move like his Dragon Tail Swing."
The Dragon Tail Swing is Ji Bing's famous move, and no one has been able to surpass it so far, including himself.
"Oh, of course not, next to me..." Xie Chenan stopped mid-rebuttal, thinking that the girl might not want others to know about the game, so he changed his posture and picked up the book to block her view, "Go away, go away, don't disturb me while I'm studying."
Luo Junpeng: “…”
Jiu Shao, if you don’t want to listen, at least find a better reason.
You want to learn, does anyone believe this?
However, for the entire afternoon, the students in the back rows watched Xie Chenan staring at an exercise book with fascination, as if he was possessed.
Finally, even Teacher Shi couldn't help but praise him with satisfaction: "Well done, a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold. Xie's study attitude was particularly good today. Keep it up."
Hearing the voice, Xie Chenan didn't even raise his head, as if he was immersed in the ocean of knowledge and couldn't extricate himself. The degree of exaggeration was simply breathtaking.
But the truth is...
"Ye Lan, what does it feel like to draw the Qi into the body? And is the fist wind real? How long will it take me to practice it?"
The exercise book in Xie Chenan's hand contained the introductory techniques.
The young boy, who had no interest in cultural studies, unexpectedly became obsessed with the mysterious world of ancient martial arts. In order to help him understand the application of mental skills, Ye Lan gave him a list of basic physics books, which he memorized one by one and ran to the library to borrow books after class.
Seeing how hard he studies, Ye Lan feels that it won't be difficult for him to pass a key exam in the future.
After all, all things are connected, and ancient martial arts are all-encompassing. Once you learn in depth, you must not only know astronomy and geography, but also have a flexible grasp of some unpopular and obscure knowledge.
Of course, this is all later.
In the following week, Ye Lan neither started live broadcast nor contacted the Bai family. However, when old man Qiao Kun learned that she was going to participate in a talent show, he specially asked his grandson Qiao Jingyu to send her several embroidered cheongsams that he had kept in the bottom of his closet.
"Grandpa is still recuperating in the hospital and can't deliver it in person. He said these worthless clothes are just to help Miss Ye look good." Qiao Jingyu's tone was warm and gentle, without any trace of the frivolous air of a young master.
Ye Lan glanced at the several gorgeous cheongsams in the mahogany box. Even if she didn't know the value of things, she knew they were very valuable. But thinking that this was the old man's way of repaying her for saving her life, she did not refuse.
"Thank you." She nodded slightly to accept the kindness, and then said lightly: "Do you have anything to ask me?"
Qiao Jingyu was startled for a moment, then smiled wryly. "Sister Lanying said that if she had any troubles, she could come to you for help. I was a little puzzled, but now it seems that you really do have the ability to see through people's hearts."
Ye Lan was not surprised. After all, Miao Lanying and Qiao Kun were old acquaintances, and she must have treated Qiao Jingyu as one of her own. Now that Qiao Jingyu's brows were so obviously furrowed, it was reasonable for her to let the other party come to find her.
"Ayue, serve tea."
She turned around and led people into the courtyard, where they sat down under the ginkgo tree.
Qiao Jingyu hesitated for a long time before tentatively talking about family matters. "Grandpa wants to kick my father out of the house, and he'll have to leave with nothing."
"Yeah." Ye Lan took a sip of tea, his face calm.
The lack of surprise and confusion she had expected helped to calm Qiao Jingyu's uneasiness a little, and she expressed her dilemma, "One is my grandfather, the other is my father. Which one should I choose?"
Now his parents at home are threatening to commit suicide every day, asking him to go and ask his grandfather to take back his decision.
He is a soft-hearted person and is now in a dilemma.
Ye Lan was familiar with his fate, and he knew that this step was a test given to him by Old Man Qiao Kun. If he made a mistake, the family business might be handed over to other branches, thus ruining his future.
So after finishing the Dahongpao in the cup, she stretched out her slender white palm to the tea tray and turned it over twice.
"The palm or the back of the hand, which one do you choose?"
Qiao Jingyu was silent when he heard this, "I can't choose."
Because the palms and backs of the hands are all flesh.
"It's not that you can't choose, you just don't dare to choose." Ye Lan's voice was cold, revealing a sense of detachment from the world. "Everyone in the world will choose their hearts, because those who can hold on to their interests are always inward-looking and difficult to detect."
The back of the hand is nothing but a pretext used by people to deceive themselves.
Qiao Jingyu sat on the stone bench in a daze for a long while. After a long while, she stood up and bowed deeply to Ye Lan at a ninety-degree angle. Her tone was full of emotion, "Miss Ye is a very wise person. I have learned a lot from her today."
When leaving the villa, he sat in the car and looked at the girl in the yard, feeling that he was not worthy of the reputation of being a genius.
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