Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Like the audience, Dong Qiangqiang was extremely curious about what tricks Wang Shunan would use on this boy. He unconsciously took a few steps closer, wanting to admire Wang Shunan's acupuncture skills up close. At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang at an inopportune time, and the three boys who had their attention on Wang Shunan were all startled.

He said "sorry" and retreated to the back corner of the podium.

The signal in the classroom was not very good. With the crackling noise, he could barely hear Duanmu on the other end of the phone asking, "Are you in college now?"

"Yes, why are you asking?" Dong Qiangqiang was confused by the question.

"I'll be there in a moment, come out to pick me up quickly." Duanmu made a rare joke, and Dong Qiangqiang instantly felt Duanmu's good mood.

"I can't get out. I'm on the podium. How did you get here?" Dong Qiangqiang's mood suddenly soared when he thought that except Tong Lele and a few other girls were not in Trier, all the other girls were present.

"If I don't come over to urge you in person, are you worried about this month's report? Have you started writing the outline? Damn, which classroom? Hurry up."

"C13, the lecture hall near the canteen."

"Wait." Duanmu hung up the phone quickly.

When Dong Qiangqiang looked up again, the silver needles had already covered the fourth boy's head and upper limbs, making him look very funny.

Dong Qiangqiang didn't know that while he was answering the phone, the fifth and sixth boys, although they did not run away, both rejected Wang Shunan with a firm attitude as expected.

Just when Dong Qiangqiang was surprised that Wang Shunan's hand speed had reached a higher level compared to two years ago, Wang Shunan did not delay for a second. He walked straight to the first boy, bent down, pressed the skin near the needle hole with his left thumb and index finger, and slowly twisted it upward with his right hand. In the blink of an eye, the needle had left the skin, and the needle hole was covered by a round sticker the size of a fingernail.

The audience was silent at this time. Some people were paying attention to how the fourth boy would react, while the rest were staring at Wang Shunan's actions and the first boy.

Without anyone mobilizing, reporters and more curious people rushed to the aisle in front of the podium. The white lights of the cameras flickered one after another, making it almost impossible for the people on the stage to open their eyes, and the discussions in various languages ​​became louder and louder at this moment.

Wang Shunan was not affected by the external environment, but focused all his attention on the second boy. Although he used fewer needles, because he cried too sadly and his body movements were irregular, Wang Shunan had to spend more time to remove all the silver needles from his body.

Although the middle-aged man was smiling the whole time, he was the most cooperative among the few people and took the shortest time to remove the needle. He returned to normal less than a minute after the needle left him.

When the second boy's grief faded away like a tide, the short-term rapid mental exhaustion made him unable to control his body in time, and he was exhausted and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath. The middle-aged man squatted down, grabbed his hand with kindness, and kept soothing his nervous emotions.

The boy who had been sitting crookedly on the chair suddenly twitched his legs without any warning, which made the people who had been paying attention to him shout in surprise at the same time, and more cameras were pointed at him.

  The fourth boy watched as the needles of the first few people were removed, and he neither fell asleep nor cried or laughed. Could it be that the chubby girl in front of him was not skilled? But judging from the reactions of the first three people to the needles, she couldn't be a liar, so why didn't he have any symptoms?

The fifth and sixth boys were good friends with the fourth boy. They surrounded him and, though they had no clue, they kept helping him test what might be wrong. "Hello, hello, I...how should I react?" The fourth boy not only took the initiative to greet Wang Shunan, but also began to stutter. This surprised him and made him confused, because he had never stuttered since he was a child. Could it be that he had some kind of fear of the woman in front of him in his subconscious?

Wang Shunan carefully put all the silver needles into the box before slowly walking to the fourth boy. He stared at the face that was filled with fear and even anger, pointed at the spotlight above his head and asked, "Do you feel hot?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

The fourth boy then realized that, despite the blazing spotlight blazing overhead, he was completely different from the sweaty guys next to him. Upon closer inspection, he found that the middle-aged man wasn't sweating much because he was wearing a T-shirt. Even the boy who had just fallen asleep had beads of sweat on his forehead. However, he not only didn't feel any heat at all, but his hands and feet felt colder and colder.

He shook his head in confusion, and Wang Shunan continued, "You will get colder and colder."

"I don't want to experience this anymore, can you take all these (needles) out now?" the boy begged.

"no problem."

Under the gaze of everyone, the fourth boy and his two friends hurriedly left the stage. The three of them didn't even look back at Wang Shunan before leaving the classroom.

The applause from the audience went from sparse to enthusiastic. Under the spotlight, Wang Shunan looked sideways with sharp eyes, his right fist across his waist. His slightly hunched figure looked no different from a tall master in Dong Qiangqiang's eyes. He seemed to see three big words faintly visible above Wang Shunan's head: Huang Fei... No, it's Bao Zhilin.

The first boy woke up slowly at this time. Looking at the flashing lights in front of him, he covered his face with his hands and turned to ask the middle-aged man next to him: "What are they doing? Why are they taking pictures? Why are they clapping?"

The middle-aged man walked up and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Everyone is thanking us for cooperating in completing the performance."

"Performance?" The boy had no impression at all. He looked down at his arms, hands and legs in confusion, but did not find a single silver needle. "I remember... she seemed to have given me an acupuncture just now..." he asked the middle-aged man next to him.

Wang Shunan walked up to the three people who remained on the stage and shook hands with them one by one to express his gratitude. The middle-aged man was the most enthusiastic and even gave Wang Shunan a warm hug. The first boy still sat in the chair in a daze, while the second boy closed his lips, shook hands stiffly, and hurriedly fled the podium without taking photos with the other people.

When Wang Shunan opened her computer to present the PPT again, there was no more noise from the audience. Everyone was full of curiosity and even awe for this plain-looking oriental woman.

Before Dong Qiangqiang had time to sigh, the word "Duanmu" appeared on his mobile phone screen again. He could only suppress his curiosity and quickly walked out of the classroom.

He thought Duanmu was already standing outside the classroom, but what he saw was Duanmu standing in front of the Wanfu stall, chatting and laughing with Boss Li, with a bunch of fried foods in his hands.

Just as he was about to walk over to join the conversation, the phone rang again. He thought it was Duanmu urging him, but he saw Duanmu stuffing fried meatballs into his mouth with oil dripping out of his mouth. He took out his phone in confusion, only to find that the person calling had changed to Xu Tongying. (End of this chapter)