I have been cultivating for so many years, and my biological clock has long been cultivated, and I will wake up at half past five every day, and it will be correct in summer and winter.

"Curator, I'm ......"

The curator had a gloomy face and scolded angrily: "A few days after you came, you first learned to skip class, and then learned to sleep lazy, you have a strong learning ability!"

"Look at Master Liu!"

Only then did I notice Liu Shan standing behind him, with a wicked smile on his face.

Needless to say, it's a stumbling block for him again!

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads, so I can only bow and nod my head.

In the end, it was only exchanged for a warning from the curator.

"You remember, this is your last time!"

After speaking, the curator looked back at Liu Shan: "You teach him well!" If he continues to do this, you are also responsible!"

After saying that, he shook his hand and left angrily.

Only Liu Shan and I were the only ones left in the room, and for a while, I was in distress.

Liu Shan's hostility towards me was already great, and now he is staring at me blatantly, doesn't this mean that he has installed a real-time monitoring on me?

If he adds oil and vinegar to him, I'll really have to fuck off.

Liu Shan lit the dry tobacco pouch, crossed Erlang's legs, and smoked it with a click.

"You, be nice, I promise you're comfortable here."

I suddenly tightened, and my heart accelerated noticeably.

It wasn't because he said anything, but the smell of the smoke made me so happy that I even wanted to snatch his cigarette over and take a few puffs.

I smoke occasionally, but I'm not addicted to it, but now I feel like an old smoker.

I suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and I didn't dare to stay in the house longer, so I ran to the water room with my clothes on.

"Hey, I said a few words and ran away."

Liu Shan's taunt came from behind him again, but I didn't care about him anymore, I just kept stimulating my face with cold water.

Stimulated by the cool water, I finally regained a trace of consciousness.

The only one who can dream of this kind of child is a woman who has an abortion, and I, a person who doesn't even have a girlfriend, can't talk about abortion at all?

That is, what was it yesterday?

But when I think about it, isn't that?

A Taoist priest let the dirty things rush, and I have this ability to learn the dog's stomach?

For a few days after that, I always felt confused, and I forgot where I put the things I had just held in my hand.

The worst thing is that as soon as my ass hits the stool, the sleepiness will come up immediately.

At first, I thought it was just a result of the recent overstress, coupled with a series of poor rest.

The child in the dream never appeared again, and I just thought it was a coincidence.

However, Liu Shan followed me inseparably every day, and the rigor was comparable to that of a thief, which made me miserable.

On the fourth day, I finally couldn't take it anymore, and if I continued like this, I would have to break down sooner or later.

I have to find a Taoist temple or a temple and have a good look.

When I told Chen Jiayan about this, she gave me a wake-up call.

"You've annoyed the curator before, and she can't give you leave."

Tsk, that's the truth, but I can't just die.

After thinking about it, I decided to give it a try.

I wandered the hallways for a long time, but I couldn't find a suitable reason.

Just when I was hesitating, I suddenly looked up and saw a staff sign on the wall, and the photo of the curator was the first in line.

I looked down at his age, pinched my fingers, and suddenly had a plan.

I suddenly mustered up the courage to knock on the door of the curator's office.

As soon as I entered, he still had a little smile on his face, but when he saw that it was me, he immediately slammed the information in his hand on the table.

"Something?"

Reading between the lines, there is impatience.

With a smirk on my face, I bent over and ran to him in three steps and two steps.

"I really have something to tell you."

He didn't even lift his head, and a word popped out of his mouth: "Say."

"This is your natal year, isn't it?"

This kind of aroused his interest a little, and he glanced up, "What's wrong?"

"The white tiger sits on his head, the year after year, the year is the master, you haven't had a good year, right?"

Now, he finally looked at me squarely: "You still understand this?"

"Not only do I understand, I also know that as soon as the autumn moon passes, the white tiger reverses, and it will be even more difficult for you in the second half of the year!"

I'm not really trying to scare him, I know from his birthday that he's not going to have a good year.

I took this opportunity to do him a favor and help myself.

Everyone is mutually beneficial, and there is nothing wrong with that.

The curator rolled his eyes and pouted at the sofa behind me, "Sit down and talk."

"As soon as this white tiger comes, you will inevitably encounter some lawsuits, and if the white tiger reverses, you will be the defendant."

Speaking of which, I deliberately paused, "I do know a way to help you get this out of the way."

"Say it quickly."