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Chapter 72 The host is so weird, look at him N more times!
After sighing three times, the master finally spoke.

"Your third brother has lost his hair recently."

Lu Qingfei: "Hair loss?"

The head of the sect said, "The old send off the young, and I am not bald yet, so why is your third brother bald first?"

Lu Qingfei thought for a moment and said, "Third Senior Brother, the hair he lost should be white hair."

She remembered that the fox's tail that returned from the banquet had white hair.

Since they are all white, it is fundamentally unreasonable for the elderly to send off the young.

Leader: "..."

The atmosphere hadn't been set yet when it was ruined by the leaky little cotton jacket.

"It's okay." Lu Qingfei sat on the chair unrestrainedly, leaning back, "He is a half-demon, with a bald tail but still a head."

The headmaster looked at the tomato seedlings in the field that were being nourished by fertilizer, stroked his beard and sighed: "Master, I am really bald now."

Lu Qingfei pulled his gaze back to look at the headmaster's hair, then his eyes moved down to rest on the beard in his hand.

"Master, modern society has advanced technology, and hair transplants are possible."

"Really?" The headmaster was surprised.

"Ah."

Lu Qingfei searched for relevant information on his mobile phone and handed it to the headmaster.

"If we plant them well, it will be like reforesting a desert, and miracles will happen again."

If you don't plant them well, they might end up like the potatoes you planted, Master.

The last barren place in the world - your head.

Lu Qingfei chatted with the head master, ranging from farming to technology, from cultivation to planning. They talked for two hours and only stopped when it was time for dinner.

At night, Lu Qingfei stayed in his room to check information. When he got tired, he went to the Whale platform to check the news.

The annual ceremony that Little Whale mentioned last time will be at the end of the year, and there is still a month left.

Because of Wudang and Shaolin, the popularity of sword flying exploded, but the Internet has no memory and the popularity dropped quickly.

The popularity has reached a certain level, and the retention rate is also high. Lu Qingfei doesn't care about being forgotten.

She exited Whale and clicked on Weibo. The chaotic messages came like a sandstorm, and she didn't care about every grain of sand.

Lu Qingfei took a rough look and saw only greetings or advertising invitations. Nothing special, except for one person.

Wudang Sun Jiao: The host is so weird. I watched it for the 33rd time today and it’s still weird!
Wudang Sun Jiao: The host is so weird. I watched it for the 66rd time today and it’s still weird!
Wudang Sun Jiao: The host is so weird. I watched it for the 99rd time today and it’s still weird!
Others use their idols’ Weibo as a reminder, but he uses the anchor’s Weibo as a counter.

Lu Qingfei replied to him elegantly: What's wrong with the anchor?

The night was as dark as ink. Wudang Mountain was no longer bustling with tourists during the day. It was so quiet that only the chirping of birds could be heard.

Sun Jiao sat on the ground, supported himself with his hands, half-straightened up and looked up at the Milky Way. His cell phone rang, and he slowly unlocked it and checked it.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will be shocked when you look at it.

Sun Jiao jumped up and ran towards Zhang Xingzun's residence, shouting, "Uncle Master! Uncle Master! Uncle Master!"

A Wudang disciple on the road saw him and asked in confusion, "Why are you running so fast?"

Sun Jiao replied: "The celestial being has descended to earth!"

The disciple looked around but found nothing.

A fairy descending from heaven?

I think it's you who wants to be buried!
If you keep making loud noises, Uncle Zhang will not forgive you.

*
A ray of bright light broke through the sky, dispelling the endless black fog; the night receded like the tide, ushering in a new day.

The golden morning light shines in from all directions, turning the surface of the swimming pool light blue.

Jiang Heng swam two kilometers and reached the finish line. He came out of the swimming pool with water droplets flowing on his well-defined abdominal muscles. Lin Rui on the shore came over at the right time and handed him a towel.

He came to report early in the morning and said, "There is new progress."

Jiang Heng took the towel and walked to the rest area. On the crystal table were the documents that Lin Rui had just placed and a breakfast. Jiang Heng signaled Lin Rui to sit down with his eyes: "Eat something."

Lin Rui was a military man, so he didn't think of beating around the bush and sat down as he was told.

Jiang Heng opened the file with his bony fingers and took out the information inside.

"There are not many people named Mingkui in Haicheng, and those who match the birth year are all here." Lin Rui said, "One of them grew up in an orphanage, but she died ten years ago."

"Mingkui's attending physician was He Yangshu, who is now the director of Rui'an Hospital."

Jiang Heng flipped to the back and saw the specific medical report.

After a while, he said, "Make an appointment with Dean He."

Lin Rui: "Director He has been very busy in the past month, so we can only meet at the hospital."

Jiang Heng nodded: "Okay."

*
A group of students came to Fu Sheng Dyeing Workshop today to immerse themselves in the dyeing craftsmanship. Lu Qingfei and Jin Yu briefly consulted about the Chinese painting auction and then left.

The people at the laundry took Jiang Heng's coat to be cleaned and then sent it back to Jinjia Tiandi.

Lu Qingfei planned to go to Ruijin Hospital first and then go back to deal with it.

During the hospital’s lunch break, most medical staff go to the cafeteria to eat, while patients eat meals provided by the hospital or food sent by their families.

The aroma of the food could not cover up the taste of the medicine. Shang Man looked at the nutritious soup brought by the nurse and had no appetite at all.

She knows her physical condition better than anyone else.

She also understood what Shang Yue said.

However, every time she couldn't help but think of Wu Chengdong's fear that his wife's career would surpass his, and...

At this point, she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

At the beginning, Wu Chengdong admired Shang Man’s academic level, and the two had similar interests and fell in love with each other.

Two people can only sleep in the same bed if they love each other.

Besides, Wu Chengdong is also very outstanding, so how could he be jealous of his wife?
Although Wu Chengdong didn't understand love before, he has changed.

In the first year of Shang Man and Wu Chengdong's marriage, he frequently ignored her.

At first Shang Man understood that he was busy with work, but later she couldn't stand his cold violence anymore, and she filed for divorce out of frustration.

The moment Shang Man was about to move out, Wu Chengdong lost control of his mind. He knelt in front of her with red eyes and said that he loved her to death.

"I just don't know how to change my identity. I don't know how to love someone as a husband."

"Manman, I was wrong. Please forgive me, I will never do it again."

Such a proud person kneels down to himself.

The grievance and heartache made Shang Man burst into tears and she hugged Wu Chengdong.

From then on, he really never ignored her again.

He plays the role of a gentle and considerate husband, caring and concerned about his daughter.

"Mrs. Wu?" the nurse called her, "The soup is cold."

Shang Man came back to her senses and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Sister Chun, I don't want to eat anymore. Please clean up."

Mrs. Chun looked at the untouched food, sighed, and cleaned it up.

Shang Man had a sore back and waist, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up, so he could only lie down.

She glanced sideways at the blue sky outside the window, and her mind went blank for a short time.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

"Chun Sao, what's wrong?" Shang Man turned his head and saw that it was not Chun Sao, but a beautiful girl.

Lu Qingfei stood at the door, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at Shang Man inside:
"Hello, Associate Professor Shang."