Zhu Zirong’s wishful thinking was shattered.

Now, he has weaved a big net at the door outside the hospital, waiting for Xia Qianqian to be caught.

After receiving no reply from Mo Yan for a long time, Zhu Zirong frowned, "When will the store open? Did you get the handwritten letter allowing it to open?"

Mo Yan is not clear about this issue.

But if the dean allows him to rent the house to that girl, he must have thought everything through for her.

"In about ten days, as for the handwriting, I should have it." Mo Yan answered everything in a very general way.

He and the girl have signed the contract, and they must not be screwed by Zhu Zirong at this time.

Or wait...

Zhu Zirong and Xia Qianqian were having an unpleasant quarrel, so they should wait until the shop is officially opened before telling them the truth one by one.

"This person is very powerful!" Zhu Zirong was secretly amazed.

To be able to get the consent of Mo Mansion, the dean and the generals to set up a small shop at the gate of Zhuxian College, this person's identity must not be simple.

On the other hand, although Xia Qianqian also has friendship with these three people, it is impossible for this kind of friendship to be deep enough to let them do things for her.

She is just a little farm girl.

"Humph!"

Zhu Zirong sneered at Xia Qianqian, turned around and waved, "I'm going out."

Two buns are not enough to fill his stomach. He wants to go out for a big meal.

Looking at his leaving figure, Mo Yan sat down on the bench and took a deep breath.

Although he and Zhu Zirong are both teachers from Zhuxian Academy, in theory, there is no distinction between them as superiors and subordinates.

But Zhu Zirong was deeply appreciated by the dean and acted as the dean in handling affairs. Naturally, he was in a leadership position in some matters.

Mo Yan has always followed Zhu Zirong's orders, but now he suddenly works alone and needs to hide something from Zhu Zirong. He is a little uncomfortable.

"Just wait. Maybe after a while, the relationship between the two will ease and all worries will disappear."

In the Gui calligraphy class, Xia Qianqian is sitting in her seat, holding a calligraphy brush, and is concentrating on practicing calligraphy.

To be honest, she used to be good at handwriting, but it was not with a brush but with a fountain pen.

When she was in school, her test papers were often brought and displayed in front of the campus bulletin board for other students to watch and learn from.

But she hasn’t practiced her calligraphy much.

After I went to college, I used computers for a while. Gradually, I wrote less and less things by hand, and some things became unfamiliar.

What's more, after traveling through time, the hands of this body are a bit unruly, and the words written are really ugly.

Mr. Yu is here for this class.

However, her mind was not on teaching at all, and her whole state was in a trance, always out of state.

She explained the inheritance of calligraphy to everyone for a while, then let the students practice on their own while she left.

Among the students in the Guizi class, except for Xia Qianqian and Wang Yueyue, the rest are young, about 12 or 13 years old, and have studied in the courtyard for another three or four years.

These people are naturally more accomplished in calligraphy.

Ren Yuan'er raised her toes from her seat and looked in the direction of Xia Qianqian for a while. She couldn't help but turn her head and whispered to the person behind her, "I saw you, what did Xia Qianqian write?"

The man also took a look and curled his lips, "For someone who has just entered a private school, if he can understand what the teacher is saying and can write a few strokes, it is already pretty good."

This student’s evaluation is very objective.

Ren Yuan'er was not convinced and said sourly: "I don't know what is good about her and why she is appreciated by Mr. Hu."

After hearing this, the others glanced at Xia Qianqian, their expressions filled with disdain.

After all, in terms of birth, appearance and family background, these people are much better than a farm girl.

When everyone comes together, although they are not as good as the ladies from wealthy families, they can all be considered the apples of the middle-class families.

They came to Zhuxian Academy, studied and learned some skills, in order to gain a good reputation and have an extra bargaining chip when choosing a husband in the future.

At the same time, it also allows them to have the same interests as their husbands after they get married, and have more points for communication.

And most of them have already made a promise and have their future husband.

It turns out that everyone is pretty much the same, the husband they are matched with is considered a good match, and there is no grievance or dissatisfaction in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, a person suddenly appeared among the classmates. She was obviously not as good as everyone else in all conditions, but she could win the favor of Mr. Hu.

Who is Mr. Hu?

Regardless of his family background, appearance, or origin, he is a well-known and powerful figure in Jiangcheng, and he is the ideal husband in the eyes of all Jiangcheng women.

Just imagine, who would allow that man who can only look up to him to stare at someone who is inferior to him in every way.

"What else could there be?"

A student from Xinghua Village whispered: "Have you heard? Some people call her mother a vixen. The daughter of a vixen is naturally still a vixen."

The word vixen is quite unpleasant.

In ancient times, these two words were the most severe reprimands for women from good families.

"No wonder..."

Someone chimed in: "Any man who gets close to her is fascinated by her."

These gossips are so unpleasant to hear.

Wang Yueyue couldn't stand it anymore, so she stood up suddenly, glared at everyone with her eyes, and scolded: "Can you please be quiet and stop people from studying by themselves?"

While everyone was silent, they couldn't help but roll their eyes at Wang Yueyue to express their dissatisfaction.

They are a few years younger than Wang Yueyue, so their aura is a bit weaker.

What's more, they are used to looking at their faces, and this Wang Yueyue is clearly more powerful than the quiet Xia Qianqian.

At this time, Wang Yueyue was fighting for Xia Qianqian's injustice. These people complained in their hearts, but they couldn't say it verbally.

After all, they were afraid that Wang Yueyue would get involved with them.

Unable to defeat Wang Yueyue, Ren Yuan'er still set her sights on Xia Qianqian, "Xia Qianqian, you haven't been here to sell breakfast for two days. What's the matter, you don't plan to open your stall anymore?"

Xia Qianqian's mental age is ten years older than these little brats. She doesn't bother arguing with these people and wasting time.

"Let's set it up!" Xia Qianqian continued to practice calligraphy while saying, "I will continue to set up the stall tomorrow."

In a few days, I will set up a store at the entrance of the college, and I will blind the titanium alloy dogs you are waiting for.

Upon hearing that Xia Qianqian was going to set up a stall tomorrow, Ren Yuan'er's tone softened again and she whispered: "Will Mr. Hu come tomorrow?"

Everyone pricked up their ears and wanted to know the answer.

After all, if Mr. Hu comes, such a handsome and outstanding person, even if you can't marry him, it would be good to see him more.

Xia Qianqian raised her eyebrows and revealed a meaningful smile, "I heard that in "Journey to the West", Tang Monk went all the way to the west, attracting all the female fairies to ask around and willingly throw themselves into his arms."

Her eyes swept across everyone's faces, and finally fell on Ren Yuan'er's pale face. She laughed and said: "Why do I feel that Mr. Hu today is a bit pitiful, just like the Tang Monk with thin skin and tender flesh!"<

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Hu Tang is like a monk, so aren’t the people who inquire about him just monsters?
Chapter completed!