"Yes, Mr. Niu, I'm okay here." Wang Zi nodded affirmatively again. In fact, as soon as he heard this, he subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he also instantly understood the reason why the principal Wu Minxi did this, and he hesitated in his heart but agreed. In fact, he just wanted to do what he could in this school when he was about to leave the American Academy, so even if Wu Minxi wanted to further promote the popularity of the American Academy through his signboard, Wang Zi didn't care about being used by him once, not to mention, this is not a real use.

Teacher Niu was overjoyed and relieved when he heard Wang Zi's affirmative answer: "That's very good, classmate Wang Zi, I'll report this matter to the principal, and you can go back and prepare to see how you want to do this class well." ”

"That's good, Mr. Niu." Wang Zi nodded, turned around and went back to the classroom.

As soon as he returned to his seat, Lin Shi couldn't wait to come over and asked in a low voice, "Big **, what are you doing with the head teacher?" ”

"Oh, it's nothing, just let me give a lesson to the president of Yenching University." Wang Zi said casually with a calm face.

"Big **, you just brag about it, anyway, you don't pay taxes if you brag!" Lin Shi rolled his eyes at him, pursed his lips, but didn't ask any more deeply.

Wang Zi can only cry and laugh, but he also understands that many times, if you tell the truth, others will not believe it, but if you lie, others will believe it, isn't this exactly the case now?

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At this time, in a suite of a star-rated hotel in Phoenix City, Yang Yifei, who almost smashed everything that could be smashed in the suite, was panting and lying on the crystal bed that he had made extremely messy, with his eyes slanted in his mouth, looking at the ceiling with an angry face. He really wanted to arrest Tang Yilin now, and then crush her under him and destroy her hard, but he knew that it was impossible, because he didn't lift it. Thinking of Yang Yifei, he was even more furious, biting the cigarette in his mouth hard, and he could only pant out of exhaustion.

The last one was really depressed, so he opened a laptop next to him that was lucky not to be smashed by him, and went to a yellow forum that he usually visited.

Lao Tzu can't do it, can't you watch it? Yang Yifei thought very depressedly, clicked the mouse heavily, and quickly browsed every section in the forum. Suddenly, a post came into his eyes, "Ancient Secret Medicine, Let You Reinvigorate Your Male Style"!

In an instant, Yang Yifei's heart moved, and he suddenly became nervous, and his hand trembled slightly, and he looked at it very seriously. After reading it, I was already pleasantly surprised. At that moment, he hurriedly put on his clothes, and carefully looked at the address in the post, and then hurriedly walked out, he couldn't wait to meet this ancient heir.

After getting out of the hotel and getting into his BMW chartered car, Yang Yifei rushed forward like crazy, and the car came to a small dilapidated building, in front of which hung a dilapidated billboard written in ink, which read "Ancient Clinic" in a few ugly words.

Just this place? Ancient immortals live in such a place? Yang Yifei hesitated, but got out of the car, and looked around with an incredible face, it was really a ghost place where birds don't.

"Young man, are you here? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Suddenly, a slightly older voice sounded behind him.

Yang Yifei was startled, and hurriedly turned around, but saw an old man wearing a shabby Tang costume, a long beard, and a taste of fairy wind and bones looking at him with a bright eye, and there seemed to be a little pity in his eyes.

"Sir, you said you were waiting for me?" Yang Yifei saw that the person looked mysterious, and after being stunned, he didn't dare to slack off.

The old gentleman nodded: "Young man, you can just call me Feng Zhenren, I am indeed waiting for you." Poor, so young, to suffer such a sin, hey! ”

"You are Feng Zhenren? Are you really Feng Zhenren? Do you know that I am suffering? Yang Yifei was suddenly taken aback, this is really a bit of a god, maybe he can really cure himself, and said respectfully at the moment, "Xiaosheng begged a real person to save the disease, a real person really cured Xiaosheng, this great kindness, Xiaosheng is absolutely unforgettable, real person!" ”

Feng Zhenren nodded, and said compassionately: "Alas, young man, you and I are destined, there is no need to say more, otherwise I will not be sure that you will arrive at this time, and then come out to greet you." Come in with me, and I'll keep you safe." ”

"Okay, Xie Lu Xie Zhenren, Xie Lu Xie Zhenren." Yang Yifei was immediately overjoyed. What a living immortal, he can even calculate that I am coming at this time, and he can see my condition at a glance. For a moment, Yang Yifei only felt that he had been reborn, and his whole body was suddenly full of strength, and he followed Feng Zhenren and entered the small dilapidated building.

As soon as I entered the house, I seemed to smell a strange smell, and I was a little dizzy, but it quickly returned to normal. There was only a dark table in the room, and a few chairs that seemed to be falling apart: "Young man, do you think I am too shabby here?" Feng Zhenren touched his beard and said slowly.

"No, no, real person, I think it's ...... Well, yes, yes, very fairy. Yang Yifei hurriedly shook his head and said nonsense, but his expression was very real, as if he really had a fairy spirit. Now he just wants to have a good relationship with this Feng Immortal, even if he says that the shit is fragrant, he must be very sure that he is right.

As soon as his words fell, Feng Zhenren sat down on a chair in front of the table with a look of great joy and said, "Young man, I didn't expect you to be so young that you could see that there is immortal energy here, it's not simple, it's not simple, the so-called mountain ...... Yes, the mountain is not high, there are immortals, the water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. You are very good, I will definitely cure your illness no matter what, come, sit down in this chair, and I will help you take the pulse. ”

Yang Yifei was excited again, God helped me so fuckingly, I was right for the nonsense. At the moment, he didn't dislike whether the chair was about to fall apart, and after quickly sitting down, he stretched out his hand, looked at Feng Zhenren a little nervously, and let him take the pulse.

The fingers of Feng Zhenren's right hand lightly rested on Yang Yifei's pulse, his eyes closed slightly, and his pulse was thin. After touching it for about a minute, he removed his hand and sighed slightly.

This sigh almost broke Yang Yifei's courage, and he hurriedly said: "Feng Zhenren, when do you think I will get better from this illness?" It can't be hopeless, right? ”

"Well, salvation is salvation, your disease belongs to the yin and yang in the body, and it is indeed difficult to treat...... Feng Zhenren said slowly with a sympathetic face.

"I know the way, I know the way......" Yang Yifei nodded busily: "I hope Feng Zhenren has mercy and can have to fall ill sooner." In fact, Yang Yifei didn't say a word in his heart, treat the disease as soon as possible, and hurry up to destroy Tang Yilin's bastard.