Chi Jiahui and Fu Jiuwu came to the classroom together, and as soon as they walked in, the eyes in the classroom were focused on the two of them, just like a few kilowatts of lights, Chi Jiahui was very uncomfortable with her gaze, which was different from her previous gaze, and she may have curiosity and envy in her eyes before. This time, how could Chi Jiahui have a kind of fish on the silk board, and these people are like people who have been hungry for a long time.

Chi Jiahui sat in her position a little unclear, turned her head to look at Fu Jiuwu, and saw that her eyes were also full of confusion.

Chi Jiahui pinched the note in her hand, and saw a few chic and elegant words written, 'The class guide asked you to go to the class guide room'.

Chi Jiahui was suddenly full of black lines, and the culprit was these words! No wonder she always thinks the eyes of the people in the class are a little weird!

But what is the class guide looking for?

Chi Jiahui swept around with her eyes, feeling that the eyes of the students were always looking here intentionally or unintentionally, with some special meaning in their eyes, as if they could see what the class guide was looking for him? Is this a fear that you will go out of shit luck?

Also, they must think like this, originally everyone's horizontal line is about the same, in case she takes shit luck and gets the favor of the class guide, then she will not fall behind her!

Thinking about this, Chi Jiahui couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, she wasn't just what they could compare, right? She's got a cheating weapon! Some people may think that Chi Jiahui is a bit arrogant when she says this!

In fact, it is not, traditional Chinese medicine has been handed down since ancient times, has a long history, is broad and profound, and has integrated the wisdom of many ancient people, but some of them are incomplete and incomplete because of history. It directly leads to the disrespect of later generations, and even the resistance to Chinese medicine.

But Chi Jiahui directly obtained it, which should be regarded as an ancient inheritance, and it can be said that Chi Jiahui is now familiar with all the theoretical knowledge, but it lacks practice.

Chi Jiahui wrote a sentence on the note, "Thank you for the reminder", and threw it down casually when she passed by Ling Hanyin's position, and Chi Jiahui gave him a grateful look.

Ling Hanyin glanced up at her

, quietly put it away, lowered his head and continued to look at the 'origin of traditional Chinese medicine' in his hand.

Chi Jiahui couldn't help but pout when she saw it, and rewarded him with a roll of the eyes, it's really good to pretend to be cold so much!

Go out of the classroom, go downstairs and turn right into the second room, which says 'Tutor's Room'. Chi Jiahui snapped twice, and there was a sound from inside, "Come in." ‘‘

Pushing open the door, Chi Jiahui walked in, the class guide with a Chinese face sat there writing class notes, saw Chi Jiahui coming over, raised his head and looked at Chi Jiahui and said, "You are Chi Jiahui." ‘‘

''Well, is there something wrong with the class guide looking for me?'' Chi Jiahui asked.

The class guide did not answer, but picked up the phone that he bumped into and pressed it to broadcast, and said three words, "People are coming."

The corners of Chi Jiahui's eyes jumped unconsciously.

The class guide seemed to have just noticed that Chi Jiahui was still standing there, pointed to the stool over there and said, "Sit here and wait, I'll come over in a while." ‘‘

After saying that, he continued to bow his head.

In other words, the class guide's unsmiling face is really like a piece of wood, and the lecture is very serious in class, but it is very boring and uninteresting.

Chi Jiahui was bored and discussed the class guide from head to belly, and was wondering whether the class guide would look kind and approachable if he changed his hairstyle.

The door opened, and an old man walked in, because his back was to the sun, Chi Jiahui didn't see his face clearly, and was a little surprised who was looking for him.

Class Leader Chen saw the old man come in and hurriedly stood up, "Teacher, you're here." Do you see if it's this little girl''

The old man laughed and said, "I said Miss Chi, you can make it easy for me to find it!" ‘‘

It turned out to be him! Chi Jiahui suddenly smiled and said, "Old Liu, didn't I leave a phone number for you?" ‘‘

"I lost it that day, and I came straight over when I knew you were going to school here, and by the way, I forgot to tell you that I was a visiting professor here." Liu Lao said with a smug smile.

Tutor Chen on the side looked at the chat between the two, and there was a slight silicon crack on his face.

Chi Jiahui remembered that he didn't seem to say anything about him, right? Then he asked, "By the way, what are you always looking for from me?" ‘‘

''Oh, why does my head hurt so much, is it the after-effects of that day!'' Liu Lao suddenly hugged his stomach and said.

Tutor Chen saw that his teacher suddenly had a headache, so he hurriedly helped him and asked what was the matter, but he didn't see Liu Lao making eye contact with him.

Liu Lao was angry, and secretly scolded, "It's really wood", and helplessly waved his hand away and said to Mentor Chen, "You go out and pour me a glass of water, my old problem is committed." ‘‘

Tutor Chen insisted for some reason, "Then how can I do it, go, go to the hospital, classmate Chi, you go to learn to pour water." ‘‘

With a smile in her eyes, Chi Jiahui saw that Liu Lao was pretending, and said with a teasing taste in her mouth, "It's better for Tutor Chen to go, I think, Liu Lao wants you to go." ‘‘

When Liu Lao heard this, his old face couldn't help but turn red, and he pushed and scolded Tutor Chen out.

Then he pretended to say, "Oh, my head still hurts, Xiao Chi, I'm giving me a few stitches." ‘‘

From the original pool girl to a small pool.

Chi Jiahui couldn't help but feel funny, and deliberately debunked him and said, "Okay, don't pretend, just say what you want to do?" I'm not ashamed of being old. After saying that, he also gave him a big white eye.

When Liu Lao heard this, he didn't pretend anymore, coughed lightly and touched his little mustache with his hand, and said, "Xiaochi, I actually want you to do acupuncture for me, you see that my body is still uncomfortable, I have been hurting here recently, it can't be a terminal illness?"

Chi Jiahui glanced at him, wouldn't it be nice to say it earlier! I thought it was something, but I was really scared.

But she didn't show it, and still said with a straight face, "Don't worry, I took the pulse of your old body for you that day, it's just a little problem, how can there be any terminal illness!" ‘‘

After Chi Jiahui finished speaking, Liu Lao came up and looked at her with some surprise, she was so young, how could the technique of Qihuang be so powerful? With some curiosity, his face seemed to think of something, and he asked a little seriously, "I don't know where you are taught?" ‘‘

Eh, Chi Jiahui was slightly stunned when she heard this, did she reveal any clues? Otherwise, why would he ask that? Then he replied cautiously, "Why do you ask that, where do I have a master?" It's just that I knew an old Chinese medicine doctor in the village and taught me some of them. ‘‘

However, in Liu Lao's eyes, he showed his desire to cover up, and he couldn't help but believe in his guess even more in his heart, and his temperament was indeed similar to those people.

Liu Lao nodded secretly, although this girl is young, but looking at her full body, she is not arrogant or impatient, and now it is very rare, after thinking about this, she will not ask more.

''Teacher, are you better?'' Tutor Chen asked with concern, and walked over with a teacup in his hand, feeling that the atmosphere in the room was a little silent.

Liu Lao glared at Mentor Chen fiercely, and scolded secretly, this eyeless thing.

Tutor Chen made a wooden face, glanced at the teacher with a sad look in his eyes, and said that he was very innocent, it was really the teacher who was too moody.