Chapter Eighteen: Bubble him! Bubble him! Bubble him!

  Several accidental onlookers standing outside the classroom happened to overhear Qin Luo's words, and they too felt their blood boiling with excitement, their throats dry, as if something was about to burst out of their bodies.

  Director Bear adjusted his glasses with his fingers and said to Chen Xiaoxue: "Is this the student you were talking about?"

  "Director, this... I didn't investigate clearly. I didn't think he was really a teacher. Sorry." Chen Xiaoxue's face turned pale and awkward, her eyes gazing at Lin Huanxi with even more venom.

  She pushed all the responsibility for getting herself into such an embarrassing situation onto Lin Xuanxi, and had nothing to do with herself.

  Some people never reflect on their own mistakes.

  "Stop playing the piano." Director Xiong said with a face full of anger. "Teacher Chen, your duty is to work properly. From now on, spread fewer rumors and gossip that will affect the relationships between colleagues and also damage your own reputation."

  "Yes, Director. I'm very sorry." Chen Xiaoxue nodded repeatedly.

  "Sorry? Don't tell me, tell Teacher Lin. Alright, go back to work." Director Xiong said, and then turned around and walked towards the direction of the Biomedical Engineering College.

  "Hmph." Chen Xiaoxue gave Qin Luo, who was standing on the podium in the classroom, a fierce glare, and then looked at Lin Huanxi with disdain before walking away with a clacking sound of her high heels.

  From start to finish, Lin Huanxi's expression on his face did not change at all.

  She just focused on looking at the man in the long gown in the classroom, the clothes were paid for by herself, and wearing them on him was so handsome.

  This young man, his heart is so hard and broad.

  His scolding of the students was like a thunderclap that lingered in their ears, echoing. That sentence "My medical skills are not so cheap" was like a sharp knife that pierced the weakest part of people's hearts.

  Vast and majestic China, a treasure of the nation. Submerged for a hundred years, in danger every morning and evening.

  Luckily. Luckily we have Qin Luo.

  With such a gentleman present, who dares say that traditional Chinese medicine will never rise again?

  With such a master around, who dares to say that traditional Chinese medicine has no heyday?

  With you here, the medical spirit and doctrine will not perish.

  With you here, traditional Chinese medicine still has a lot of potential.

  At this moment, Lin Xuanxi felt that her heartstrings were trembling slightly. Like a gentle breeze blowing on the willow by the river, like a white carp jumping out of the water, like the sound of a guqin...

  This feeling was warm and clear, tearing apart the large pieces of gloom in her heart, allowing the deepest moisture to be irrigated, and the clouds parted to reveal a bright moon.

  This feeling is so beautiful!

  Qin Luo had long discovered Lin Xuan and others outside the classroom, all of which were within his expectations. As someone who was well-read in psychology, he was all too familiar with Chen Xiaoxue's mind, and naturally, he could guess what she wanted to do.

  Facing Lin Xuanxi standing outside the window, Qin Luo said to all the students: "Now, I'll give you a chance to choose. It's also the only chance. Those who don't want to attend my TCM class can leave now. I keep my word, even if you don't answer a single question in the final exam, I'll still give you sixty points."

  Everyone sat quietly, no one stood up.

  The man in a suit scanned the classroom with his eyes and shouted: "Who wants to go out and have some fun? Pizza Hut. I'm treating."

  If he had shouted like that before, there would have been a crowd of responders. After all, Pizza Hut is still a luxury for university students. Not everyone has the money to consume in such a setting.

  But this time he was disappointed. No one responded, and everyone looked at him coldly.

  The man in the suit just realized that he was isolated in the class.

  He smiled gloomily and reached out to pull his girlfriend's hand, but said to Qin Luo: "We've just begun. You wait."

  Qin Luo didn't bother talking to him and walked over to open the classroom door.

  "I'm not leaving. I still have classes. You go ahead." The girlfriend of the man in the suit said, displeased, as she shook off his hand.

  "Bitch. You're waiting too." The man in the suit said with a resentful tone, his face full of venom after being rejected by his own woman, losing face all the way back to his grandmother's house.

  "Are you done yet? If you're going to leave, then hurry up and go. What's with all the nagging?" The big guy who had asked Qin Luo for his work ID earlier scolded with a face full of anger.

  Qin Luo pointed out that the acne on his face was caused by hormonal imbalance, and after giving him a prescription to adjust it, this big head began to die for Qin Luo.

  Everyone has a heart that loves beauty, it's just that most people haven't grown a beautiful face.

  The man in the suit pointed at the big guy with his finger and left indignantly.

  After the man in the suit walked out, Qin Luo's face was filled with a smile as he asked again: "Is anyone else leaving? If not, then from today on, you are my students."

  "Teacher, we're not leaving. I'd rather die than leave."

  "Exactly. We're not brainless. Once in college, who doesn't want to learn more?"

  "Teacher, you're so handsome, we don't want to leave at all. It's also a pleasure to look at."

  Qin Luo smiled wryly as he looked at the girls who stayed behind because of his good looks, saying: "If you're staying, then study hard. If you can't get 95 points on the exam, I'll advise you to leave again."

  "Wow, teacher, isn't this too strict?"

  "Teacher, I've never scored so high in my life."

  "Teacher, give us a way out. We stayed because we love you."

  Qin Luo looked at these faces full of youthful vigor and smiled. How could they have known how he had come this far?

  At the age of three, he recited "Tang Tou Ge", at the age of five, he read "Shang Han Lun", and at the age of ten, he read "Ben Cao". After the age of twelve, he began to memorize prescriptions ----- Do you know how many kinds of medicinal materials there are in Huaxia country? Do you also know how many prescriptions can be composed with these medicinal materials?

  But under Grandfather Qin Zhong's strict requirements, Qin Luo did not dare to be slightly negligent. If he recited a wrong medicinal herb or prescription, he would be punished by his grandfather to stand upside down - of course, with a bowl of water on each foot.

  These children are much happier than I am.

  "You don't have the right to haggle because I am your teacher." Qin Luo said with a stern face.

  Suddenly I feel like this sentence is somewhat familiar.

  At that time, I was also dissatisfied with my grandfather's strictness. The old man also said to me with a straight face, "You don't have the right to haggle with me because I'm your grandfather."

  A phrase I once detested now feels incredibly endearing.

  Qin Luo tapped the podium with his fingers, stopping the buzzing noise below, and said: "Put away your textbooks, because I know everything in this book. What I know, they haven't written down. From today on, I'll teach you real traditional Chinese medicine."

  Wow!

  The students all pushed the "Traditional Chinese Medicine Diagnostics" textbook on their desks to one side, eagerly waiting for Qin Luo's lecture with expectant faces.

  Following such a teacher is really cool.

  As soon as the bell rang after class, Qin Luo's figure had just disappeared, and the students in the classroom suddenly burst out.

  They had suppressed their joy for too long and were eager to find someone to tell, to share with.

  "My god. Teacher Qin is so handsome, so masculine, and has such a great personality - I'm totally in love." A girl exclaimed while grabbing her companion's arm. Girls of their age are still at the stage where they have beautiful fantasies about love.

  "Don't be infatuated, okay? It's despicable. However, Teacher Qin is indeed quite charming. Wearing a long gown, just like Lu Xun - so carefree."

  "Hey, Meng Ge, do you think Ma Heng will make a move on Teacher Qin? We'd better be careful. My future is all tied up with Teacher Qin." A boy ran up to Da Kuai Tou and said.

  "He dares. I'll finish him off." Li Meng said, clenching his fists.

  Looking at the girls in the class with their faces full of spring-like emotions, Wang Jiujin walked out with disdain.

  Standing by the side of the teaching building's lotus pond, Wang Jiuxiao sat by the pool and stared blankly for a while before taking out a small, exquisite red mobile phone from his pocket.

  He dialed a number and after the phone was answered, Wang Jiujin shouted into the receiver: "Zhang Yiyi, I've fallen in love. It's love at first sight."

  A woman's angry voice came from the other end of the phone, scolding: "You ungrateful child, what kind of daughter calls her mother by name? If you dare to call again, believe it or not, I'll deduct all your pocket money for this month!"

  "Just deduct it then. If all else fails, I'll just ask my dad for the money. Didn't you always tell me to call Zhang Yi before?" Wang Jiujin said disdainfully.

  Wang Jiujui's mother gave birth at a young age and after giving birth to Wang Jiujui, she still looked like a little girl. No matter how you look at it, she didn't seem like a married woman who had given birth.

  When Wang Jiujui grew up a bit, when she took her daughter out to play with that group of friends, she always reminded her daughter to call her "Auntie" or "Sister". She also lied that this was the daughter of one of her distant sisters.

  Wang Jiujui was furious and directly called out her name. Later, after everyone knew that Wang Jiujui was Zhang Yiyi's daughter, Wang Jiujui still insisted on calling her mother by her first name. Zhang Yiyi protested countless times, and the mother-daughter duo had no shortage of arguments over this matter.

  "Alright, remember this for now. I'll deal with you when you get back. What was that you just said? Love? - Heaven, daughter, you're going to fall in love? Whose child is so unfortunate to have caught your eye?"

  "Zhang Yi, are you or are you not my real mom?! I finally found a feeling of love, and you're going to crush me like this? Forget it, I'm hanging up the phone." Wang Jiujin said angrily.

  "Oh dear, my daughter, good girl, baby girl, Mom was wrong. I was just joking. My daughter is so elegant and beautiful, inherited half of my excellent genes... it's his good fortune to have met her after 500 years of cultivation. Tell me, who is that boy? Your old mom will definitely support you all the way! Mom gives you two words: Go for him!"

  "He is my teacher." Wang Jiujin said in a low voice.

  "Let him go." Zhang Yi said with great enthusiasm. "Wait, teacher?"

  Wang Jiujui heard it, her mother's voice was shaking a little.

  "Hmm. The new teacher."

  "Haha, my daughter's taste is indeed unique. The men she likes are all so refined." Zhang Yi was laughing loudly on the other end of the phone, and Wang Jiujin quickly pulled the receiver away from her ear.

  "Are you fifty years old?" Zhang Yi asked with a smile, looking nervous.

  "Zhang Yi, I'm telling you the truth, don't joke around anymore, okay? Otherwise, I'll cut off our mother-daughter relationship." Wang Jiujin stomped her foot in anger, she really had no way to deal with this extreme old mom of hers.

  What evil did Dad create in his past life? This life he married such a freak.

  "You're a dead kid, I'm serious too. If he's over fifty years old, then forget it. When the time comes for him to enter our family gate, will your dad call him son-in-law or big brother?"

  Wang Jiujui burst out laughing and said, "Mom, you're really my mom. I'm truly impressed by you. Your imagination is indeed rich enough. He's still young, not even thirty yet."

  "Under thirty teacher? Daughter, your mom has two words for you: seduce him! Seduce him! Seduce him! If you can't handle it, I'll take care of it myself."

  Wang Jiujui was truly at his wit's end.

  When you make your move, will he be yours or mine at that time?

  (PS: I owed everyone a chapter yesterday, and Old Liu will definitely make it up. Seeing the book review area, some friends suggested that the update time should be fixed, and Old Liu thought about it with his neck tilted due to severe cervical spondylosis, feeling that this is not feasible. The suggestion is good, but Old Liu can't do it.)

  Lao Liu doesn't keep drafts, usually writes as much as he sends. If inspiration comes, it's fine, and chapters can be published smoothly within the allotted time. But if inspiration doesn't come, Lao Liu will repeatedly lose faith. Wouldn't that make everyone even more depressed? However, what Lao Liu can guarantee is that there will be 6-7,000 words of updates every day. Once his body recovers a bit, he'll start triple updates. Is that okay?

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