On Wednesday afternoon, Guo Xing sent out the gift of the person, and touched the 100 yuan bill in his hand, which was beautiful in his heart.

More than half of this week, the people who came to find him for fortune tellers continued, and there were also those who were generous, such as just sending this one away, in a few words, he took out a hundred in a chic manner, and handed it to Guo Xing respectfully.

Guo Xing dipped his saliva on his right hand, grinned and sat on the sofa counting the money, completely ignoring how dirty the money was.

More than 1,000 receipts!

In addition, Tonggerag paid Guo Xing's 2,000, which he had saved more than 1,000 before, and now he is worth half a thousand people.

It's a pity, Lao Liu is gone, according to his words, he doesn't want to make money like this, earn money from minors, and he is afraid that people will poke his backbone in the back, saying that he Lao Liu coaxed dolls.

Guo Xing can't be retained, honest people sometimes value their faces, make solid money, and sleep steadily, which is a portrayal of their ordinary life.

Nowadays, Guo Xing's young magic arithmetic has become famous, and so slowly fermented, since Lao Liu does not do it, the impact is not great, the fortune-telling industry, only word of mouth, is unfathomable, shouting and advertising is not a long-term solution after all.

Since Lao Liu took the initiative not to do it, after Guo Xing kept it, he also borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and the two of them got together and dispersed, so as not to hurt the harmony and hurt the self-esteem of honest people.

Yue Feifan's sudden visit made Guo Xing's interest in counting money disappear.

A pink sports jacket with ripped jeans covered up half of the body, revealing the lower half of the body, and under a baseball cap, the makeup was appropriate, which made Guo Xing squint.

"Ahem...... Well...... I heard that you are sick, but now it seems that you don't look like you are sick. Yue Feifan coughed lightly and entered dialogue mode.

Guo Xing put away his obscene appearance and stood up to give way to Yue Feifan.

"Teacher Yue, why are you here?" he ignored the topic of illness.

Yue Fei went out to buy special products two days ago, and when he walked through Baita Park, he found a notice from Lao Liu Ju.

Yue Feifan said slightly angrily: "Didn't Lao Liu tell me that the teachers and students of No. 7 Middle School were deceived by you, and they never wanted to nest here, this is a full-time open business?"

Guo Xing scratched his head and smirked: "Teacher Yue's eyes are like torches, students are not the material for reading, and it is a last resort to make this decision." ”

"What's the last resort? Fortune telling is not a long-term solution, taking one's own future as a child's play, and being short-sighted. "Yue Feifan was really angry, such a smart young man actually walked away from the avenue.

As everyone knows, the purpose of her coming here is precisely to test Guo Xing's ability and temperament.

Guo Xing heard Yue Feifan's sincerity, persuaded people to be good, and if there was any resistance, he couldn't take kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs.

"Thank you Mr. Yue for your heartfelt words, I can't support the wall with mud, and I have wasted your hard work. ”

Yue Feifan calmed down and said angrily: "The teacher is here, don't pour a glass of water?"

"Oh, sit down. ”

Yue Feifan looked at the interior, one bed and a few, sofa with desk, although it was simple, it was better to be clean and tidy.

It is said that a person's temperament can often be reflected in daily life.

Guo Xing said politely: "Teacher Yue, you drink water, thank you for visiting, don't tell Teacher Ma about my situation." ”

Yue Feifan thought about it, she also used it to tell her fortune, she was still righteous and awe-inspiring just now, and she was worried about how to speak, this kid gave her a step quietly.

"It's not impossible not to tell Mr. Ma, you have to let me know what skills you have besides fortune telling. ”

Guo Xing said secretly, didn't he come to tell fortunes this time?

"It's not a secret, except for this, I don't have any ability, I don't know how Teacher Yue plans to take the test?"

Yue Feifan was a little stunned, this guy was still old and spicy just now, and in the blink of an eye, he kicked the ball back.

"Hmm...... Cough...... You are very confident in your fortune telling, last time you may have known something about me, and you succeeded in fishing in troubled waters, I think I have to probe your bottom. Yue Feifan could only justify himself and forcibly twisted the purpose of his visit to the table.

Guo Xing is puzzled, there is a way, the poor tell fortunes for wealth, and the rich tell fortunes to protect wealth, what is this Yue Feifan's plan, and he has tested himself again and again?

"How do you want to be tempted?" Guo Xing also said tentatively.

Finally getting to the point, Yue Feifan stopped going around and around, and smiled: "Count my hobbies." ”

Hobby? Isn't it music? Guo Xing slandered and was about to say it, when Yue Feifan suddenly said: "Of course, music can't be counted as an answer, this is something that everyone knows. ”

Guo Xing is embarrassed, and he is not your pillow person, the ghost knows what hobbies you have.

After all, if you think about it, Guo Xing still quickly entered the brain database, and maybe he could find it.

As I flipped through the pages, I wondered which archives would mention my personal interests and hobbies?

Yue Feifan looked at Guo Xing, what did that chicken-claw-like hand do with his knuckles? Look at that look, he is free from the gods of the rivers and lakes.

She didn't know that once Guo Xing activated the brain database, this hand would involuntarily set up a posture, and inertia dictated.

After a moment, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Guo Xing's mouth.

"Teacher Yue, I suddenly remembered a poem, I will recite it to you. ”

Yue Feifan didn't know what Guo Xing's plans were, and when he was ignorant, Guo Xing got up from the edge of the bed, walked around the stove, paced, and a sour voice sounded:

"Across the river, the fire is shining

The situation is surrounded by clouds

There is no one left, only the soldiers

I can't hide it as a general

It's hard to resist the rush of the car

Flying artillery is more anecdotal than the tomb

Scholars are also dancing and not sweating horses

He also recorded loyalty and diligence with him. ”

Yue Feifan was puzzled, "Are you evil? It's all pretending to recite a poem, I let you count it as my hobby, who let you recite it, besides, I'm not your homeroom teacher, and I have no obligation to help you read the book." ”

Guo Xing was speechless, and finally pretended to be forced back, and was directly shot away.

The reason for this is that Yue Feifan's personnel file records the honors she has won over the years, among which the honor of the chess competition is the most, not to mention, two years ago, in the chess competition of the imperial capital college, the women's group champion content is the heaviest.

Guo Xing deduced from this that Yue Feifan's hobby or specialty must have a place in chess.

He just got wet with a poem, for the Qing Dynasty Liu Yong's "Yongxiang" poem, he wanted to elevate himself and show his means, who knew how to play the piano to the cow.

"Teacher Yue, you taste it yourself, and my words are contained in the poem. Guo Xing said without giving up.

Yue Feifanqiao blushed and said: "I'm a music teacher, not a Chinese teacher, how can I understand poetry and songs?"

"Oh, too...... That ......"

Guo Xing was about to say Yue Feifan's hobby, but was interrupted by his arrogance.

"What do you mean? High school students dare to look down on real college students?"

"No, no,...... Ahh

"Really, what hobbies do I have?" Yue Feifan's attention was really pulled back.

Guo Xing sat back on the edge of the bed and stared at Yue Feifan on the sofa, his expression was calm, and his eyes were evil, making people feel nondescript.

"Chess!"

Yue Feifan's delicate body was shocked, and her heart rippled,, is he a roundworm in his stomach?