Chapter Seventy-Three: Between the Eyebrows, the Golden Armor Qi
"Don't guess the girl's thoughts, you can't guess it." This sentence is not just a lyric, this can be said to be a high summary of girls. No, Tian Jingru and Huang Jingqiu, who were fighting openly and secretly a few days ago, have now become two sisters.
Not long after school at noon that day, Huang Jingqiu came to the third class of the second year of high school again, which is something she often does on weekdays, but Qiuhua still can't adapt to it.
Seeing her come in, she didn't know how to deal with it, but she didn't think that she was like she didn't see herself at all, and as soon as she came in, she had a hot fight with Tian Jingru.
"Sister Jingru, I'm coming to you, tell me quickly, what happened to the hero of the last novel, I still want to hear it." As soon as Huang Jingqiu entered the door, he couldn't wait to let Tian Jingru tell the story that he didn't finish last time. Qiuhua thought it was a good book, and she also stretched her neck, wanting to hear some news. It turned out to be a popular youth novel for a while, and Qiu Hua lost interest all of a sudden, but Tian Jingru glanced at herself quite proudly, and her expression seemed to say: "Look, I conquered a little fan girl with charm." Then I told the story to Sister Jingqiu.
Unexpectedly, he was left out in the cold, and Qiu Hua's smile froze. After a while, Huang Jingqiu exclaimed, "Senior Qiuhua, it turns out that you and Tian Jingru are at the same table."
Qiuhua thought to herself at this time: Sister Jingqiu, you finally remembered me. But on the surface, he glanced at her very calmly, and then said, "Jingqiu, when did you become blind?" Huang Jingqiu smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Senior Qiuhua, you are too unoutstanding, you can do it here, you sit in the back, I'll talk to Sister Jingru for a while."
Qiu Hua listened to her words, and suddenly felt stabbed by something in his heart, and then he looked at Tian Jingru, but he didn't expect Tian Jingru to just shrug his shoulders and didn't say anything else. Qiuhua thought to herself: I can't let this Jingqiu girl be so disrespectful to herself now. He decided to do something to redeem his position in Jingqiu's sister's heart.
In the next ten minutes, Qiu Hua made serious representations about Jingqiu's sister's attitude today. Ten minutes later, he obediently sat in the back row, and at this moment he only felt that only the math test paper in his hand was true love, and he would never give up, never give up.
After writing for a while, he suddenly felt that someone was staring at him, and as soon as he looked up, Huang Jingqiu's lovely face came into view. Huang Jingqiu said directly: "Hey, I discussed it with Sister Jingru, I decided to go to your hometown to play during the May Day holiday, you are a tour guide, what is your opinion?" Qiu Hua was taken aback by her abruptness, and replied with some panic: "No... No problem. After speaking, he thought in his mind again: From the previous Qiuhua senior, to the current hey, oh my God, my lovely Jingqiu girl won't be kidnapped by aliens, right?
At lunchtime, the two of them walked away holding hands, and Qiuhua's heart was a little gloomy. Although when he eats with them, he always attracts a lot of attention and makes him uncomfortable, but now that they are suddenly gone, his heart is a little empty, and he is even more uncomfortable.
But the meal still has to be eaten, and this time, it is rare for Qiuhua to come out to eat alone. As soon as he walked out of the school gate, he noticed a strangely dressed person, who was wearing a Taoist robe, holding a flag, and writing "Empty real person, iron mouth god break" eight big characters, but Qiu Hua has never been interested in this kind of gods and ghosts. As for the bruises on the Taoist priest's face, whether he was beaten up because he said the wrong thing, or for other reasons, Qiu Hua naturally didn't want to know.
Since ancient times, China's art of Kanyu has been full of mystery, observing the sky, distinguishing the stars, and stepping on the number of the Beidou; Looking for the dragon's lair, a little feng shui, and holding the principle of mountains and rivers. Among them, the method of cloth and god appearance is even more unfathomable. Since ancient times, there has been a tradition of the I Ching pushing everything, and countless people have wanted to explore its charm. In recent years, several high-ranking officials have become acquainted with Jianghu warlocks, and no matter how many pounds and taels the warlock is, as a public servant of the people, he does not believe in the truth and believes in ghosts and gods, and he is really laughing and generous, which can also be seen that the Chinese's obsession with power and art is inexplicable.
However, although the Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe does not understand the subtleties of this, he is still quite accurate in recognizing people and seeing people, relying on the ability of "seven points of experience and three points of blind guessing". He saw that Qiuhua's eyes were a little heavy, and he looked sick again, so he naturally didn't know what Qiuhua was bored about.
But according to past experience, this student should be the kind of master who doesn't like to go to class and stays up late to read novels, and he has seen a lot of them near the school before, this kind of boy, basically loves to read fantasy novels, as long as he tells them something "You're going to soar!" You've got an adventure" and some other Shinto words, and maybe they'll believe it. Although there is not much oil and water each time, the success rate is still quite high.
When Qiuhua walked by, the fake Taoist priest opened his mouth and said: "Young man, you have the aura of golden armor in the Yin Hall, I'm afraid there will be a great adventure!" Just as the fake Taoist priest was waiting for the young man in front of him to take the initiative to bite the hook, he didn't expect Qiu Hua to just glance at him lightly, so he continued to walk forward, leaving the fake Taoist priest alone in the wind...