After thousands of people thought they were being read, everyone in the wealthy family was dumbfound

Xiao Ruohe chewed green vegetables as if to vent his anger, "He said that he had found out where Master Yin was staying, and planned to visit him in the next two days. Just by looking at the director's appearance, people who didn't know thought it was Master Yin who came to visit on his own initiative. Contact him."

Listening to Xiao Ruohe's words, Jian Siyou narrowed his eyes slightly.

She just arrived in Kyoto today, where is her place to stay?

There will be such news, either the director of the program team has gone crazy, or someone is pretending to be her Yin master in Kyoto.

The impostor pretending to be a Yin master accidentally happened to coincide with the time when Jian Siyou really planned to come to Kyoto. Coupled with the news coming out of the Yin division, it would only make the identity of the impostor more real.

Yun Silai took a sip of hot tea and knocked on the table, attracting the attention of the other people:

"The identity of the Yin Master is special, but it can be identified by the token. No matter who it is, as long as they can issue the Yin Master token, then we will do it."

Jian Siyou nodded and pretended to agree: "Teacher is right."

Except for Xiao Ruohe who was losing weight, everyone was very happy after the meal.

Xiao Ruohe drove by himself, and Ye Jue was ruthlessly deprived of the honor of seeing off his junior sister, and was pushed out to see Professor Yun away.

The two drivers went to the parking lot to pick up the car. For a while, only Jian Siyou and Yun Silai were left at the door of Sui Yuxuan.

The evening breeze was blowing and it was a bit cold.

Jian Siyou clasped his hands and raised his eyes to look at the old man next to him:

"Don't you ask me what I want to do in Kyoto?"

Professor Yun looked at Jian Siyou kindly and asked, "Aren't you here to study as my graduate student? If not, the teacher will be sad."

Jian Siyou didn't expect to get such an answer. He laughed for a long time and said:

"Thank you, teacher."

Professor Yun rubbed Jian Siyou's head and said, "Girl, no matter what happens, your senior brothers and sisters and I will stand by your side."

Jian Siyou raised his eyes and smiled, and the thoughtfulness in his eyes was gradually replaced by a smile.

"Ah."

……

The day after arriving in Kyoto, all the goods and plaques for the new store were delivered to the store.

The business license issued by the previous trustee was also in place. Jian Siyou stood at the door of the store and looked at the brand new store and touched his chin.

Should I put an opening flower basket?

Before I could think about the result, I heard an old cough coming from the side——

"Girl doll, are you determined to open a store here?"

It's the old man on crutches yesterday.

Jian Siyou's expression remained unchanged. He nodded and said, "Yes, you come to the store so frequently. Aren't you afraid of bumping into the innocent souls inside and being plagued by bad luck?"

The old man choked instantly, spat unhappily, and said coldly:

"Young man, I think you won't look back until you hit the wall. Once you live here for two days, you will know if there are any unjust souls in this world who died in vain."

Jian Siyou smiled slightly and didn't say much.

Of course she knew if there was one, and it was because she knew that she could be sure that this store had no problems with metaphysics and feng shui.    Various supernatural events that have happened so far are probably not all caused by man-made things.

The more she doesn't believe it, the more frustrated the other party becomes, and most likely they will take action tonight.

Jian Siyou glanced at the hidden surveillance camera that had just been installed that morning, picked up his bag, locked the store door and left.

Twenty minutes later, the Academic Affairs Office of Beijing University.

Jian Siyou wore a loose-fitting cotton coat today, which unexpectedly made her figure well-proportioned, tall and slender, and her waist-length hair was tied into a high ponytail with a short hairpin, hanging softly behind her back, making her look very Bookish.

The counselor completed the registration procedures, handed over the student ID card and campus card, and warned:

"I see that you are not a native of Kyoto, and you do not have a graded on-campus dormitory. You are renting a house outside? Is it convenient to commute?"

As we all know, among all the majors with master's degrees at Peking University, only one is the strangest.

There are fewer students enrolled and fewer teachers.

Students may not be able to recruit one every year, and there is only one professor named Yun.

But this professor is said to have a very high status in the industry. The school's annual funding allocation, in addition to Peking University's trump card major, is this mysterious major.

The counselor was a young person who had just taken office two years ago. She looked at Jian Siyou's outstanding face, recalled the other students under Professor Yun with difficulty, and couldn't help but said with her thoughts:

Does this professor accept people based on their reputation? ?

Jian Siyou: "I am temporarily living in the elder's home in Kyoto. Thank you teacher for your concern."

Being thanked so directly, the counselor smiled sheepishly and added:

"Professor Yun's student college has always given special treatment. Because there are few people, there are no welcome parties in other colleges or various activities at the beginning and end of the semester. If you need to ask for leave and leave the school later, you don't have to leave. For the procedures in the hospital, just contact your professor directly, Professor Yun has taken over all the supervisory powers."

Jian Siyou had known all this before. She nodded, and just as she was about to say thank you again and leave, she saw the counselor's expression of hesitation.

The next second, the other party still spoke:

"But there will be a celebration event in the school in the next two days. Although your college does not need to hold a program due to special circumstances, Professor Yun still has a vacant post as the dean. The school leaders... still hope that he can go there. If you don't mind, By the way, would you like to send a message to your mentor for me?"

There is only one tutor in a college, and he even holds the title of dean. It really has a sense of ceremony at Beijing University.

Jian Siyou suppressed his laughter and nodded with a clear face.

Across the wall, in the office of the student union, a female voice spoke in a subtle tone:

"Is this Professor Yun's new student?"

The person next to him said subconsciously: "This appearance is too exaggerated. If you don't know, you might think it's some celebrity who came to our school to film a movie."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was bumped by the arm by the person next to him. After seeing the expression of the girl sitting in front of the computer, he immediately fell silent.

The girl who spoke at the beginning looked at the sweet girl with smooth curly hair in front of the computer, and said flatteringly:

"Qingqing, even if Professor Yun makes an exception and accepts students this year, he and Senior Ye will not see each other very often. Who doesn't know that Professor Yun has many research tasks under her hands. She is busy with graduate school, so she will definitely not have the time to maintain it. You look so charming."

Xu Muqing glanced at the girl who spoke, and her sweet voice was filled with unspeakable displeasure:

"Have you finished writing the script for hosting the school anniversary?"

The girl hurriedly handed over the printed manuscript: "Okay, okay, Qingqing, don't worry, you are just a little fox, you are the daughter of the Xu family, and you are ten times ahead of her in terms of demeanor, and ...Don’t you and Senior Ye have to be the hosts of the school anniversary?”