Ch7 - Pop Pop Pop

Edited by Zaki

Lai Ze was speechless when he saw this message and replied back: 

[Senior, don’t joke with me.]

Li Binhong: [Aren’t you the one who is joking with me?]

Lai Ze: […]

Li Binhong: [Where did you get the ancient painting from? Looks too new.] 

Lai Ze: [???This is not an ancient painting!!!]

Li Binhong: [Do you think I’m blind? [contempt] Do you want me to give you a lecture on popular science? This clearly uses the internal skills, the Mirror Method, which has been lost for a long time since the Tang Dynasty. There are barely few painters who know this skill. Is it a painting by the Saint of Painting, Fu Yi? The Great hand Shen Anzhi? Or the National Master Liang Luoduan? He had studied under Fu Yi, and he should have learned some of the original techniques.]

Lai Ze: [……]

Li Binhong: [I can’t believe your crew is so rich. Why did you only give me 1500 yuan when you invited me to the spot? This painting is worth at least a few millions. Quickly, if it is Fu Yi’s masterpiece, let me look at the original painting. My teacher has recently been studying Fu Yi for his thesis. Although Fu Yi is very famous, there are hardly any words that have survived ……]

Lai Ze’s face was pained: [[crack] Senior, did I provoke you? You are messing with me like this. Jokes should be moderate, too, okay? I’m working. Can you seriously answer my question?]

Li Binhong: [I’m very serious.]

Lai Ze: “……..”

He was wrong. This senior looked like an unreliable child. 

“Uh.” Director Shen observed Lai Ze’s distorted expression and cautiously opened his mouth to ask, “What did your senior say?”

Lai Ze waved his hand and said, “Ignore him, he probably thinks it’s April Fool’s Day every day. People have gone crazy.”

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“Second young master, your wolfberry chrysanthemum tea is ready.” The housekeeper aunty handed over the thermos cup. 

Qi Linqing readily accepted the cup and put it into his schoolbag. He said thank you and turned around and got into the car to prepare to go to school.

He was not interested in the milk tea or the happy water of this era. He was happy with the wolfberry chrysanthemum tea.

After rebirth, although the health of this body was still struggling on the poverty line, there was no worry about food or drink. The parents of the Qi family had sealed the credit of the original owner. The card did not allow him to spend money indiscriminately, but there was no stinginess in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

In this regard, the treatment of the original owner was the same as that of Qi Lele. 

They had access to an expensive four-wheeled vehicle with their personal chauffeur; they also lived in a luxurious villa where clothes were delivered the next day, and all they had to do was tell the housekeeper aunty what they wanted to eat or drink.

Seeing Qi Linqing leave, the housekeeper aunty shook her head as she walked back, saying to herself, “What’s wrong with this child, why is he like a different person ……”

Not only insisted on getting up early every day for running, planting flowers and weeding in the back garden, but now even drinking healthy tea??

———- 

Today was the day when the results of the placement test for the second grade of junior high school were announced.

Originally, Qi Linqing transferred to study in Class 1 with Qi Lele- this was the best class in second grade.

The students were very indignant and unhappy. In their opinion, how could a rural bumpkin like Qi Linqing deserve to be in Class 1? It was an insult to the sacred number “1”.

So everyone was waiting for his grades to come out, so that they could enjoy the joke of the big plane crashing. 

Unexpectedly, when the score was officially announced, not only had the plane crashed, but the plane had evaporated even before it even flew over the sky!

Qi Linqing, the total score of all subjects: 0.

Everyone: “….”

In the office in the morning. 

The class teacher looked at the handsome teenager with blond hair in front of him and said in a serious way: “Linqing, teacher knows that you have recently encountered a lot of things. Maybe the rebellious period has arrived, I can understand. But you haven’t even written a single word on the placement test…….”

Qi Linqing: “I can’t write.”

When Qi Linqing first crossed over, he looked at the science papers as if he were reading a book which had completely ineligible words. Chinese, history, and geography could still be understood somewhat, but he couldn’t use modern hard pens at all, nor could he write simplified characters, so he could only hand in blank papers.

The teenager’s honest answer was a fatal blow to the class teacher. 

The class teacher’s expression looked like she was choking on a steamed bun in her throat. She hurriedly opened the drawer to take out a few quick-acting heart pills and water, and lightly patted her chest, which finally eased the choking.

“What good is rebellion to you? Linqing, your life is your own, none of us can help you make choices. You got a zero on the test, and according to the rules you’ll have to transfer from Class 1 to Class 18. Falling from heaven to hell, angering your parents, will you be happy?” She tried to persuade the teenager again to turn back to the right path.

Qi Linqing: “I don’t want to do this either, but I really can’t write.”

The class teacher got angry and asked sarcastically, “Can’t you even write a single word?” 

Qi Linqing nodded, “Hmm.”

The class teacher: “….”

No wonder they say that teaching is a high-risk profession. If there were a few more Qi Linqing, sooner or later, she would have died of anger.

She called Zeng Penghai while pinching her acupuncture point and said in a trembling voice, “I’m afraid I can’t do it anymore. Come and take him away.” 

Zeng Penghai was the class teacher of Class 18 and the head teacher. He was short and spoke very little. With sparse mediterranean sea hair that barely covered the entirety of his head. His eyes were always alert.

This international high school had many ignorant and incompetent rich second generation, who were housed in Class 18 like garbage dumped togerther.

Without this powerful leader’s severe suppression, I’m afraid Class 18 would have poked a hole in the school.

Since Qi Linqing was a member of Qi’s family, Zeng Penghai wanted to save his face and let him stay in Class 1 as much as possible. 

But since the other party was up to do something – then don’t blame him for being rude.

“Okay, I’ll come over right away.” Zeng Penghai hung up the phone and walked towards the office in an angry manner.

———–

At the first sight of Qi Linqing, Zeng Penghai’s eyebrows furrowed so much that they looked like caterpillars. 

How dare you dye your hair in violation of school rules? How dare you dye it this bright blonde? What a disgrace!!

“I’ll give you two hours now.” Zeng Penghai said unceremoniously: “Immediately go out and dye back your hair in black colour and come back.”

Qi Linqing said solemnly: “I actually want to dye it back, but the barber at the barber shop said that the degree of bleaching of my hair was too high? Adding to the roughness of the hair, I won’t be able to dye it back temporarily.”

In fact, Qi Linqing didn’t quite understand what it meant. He just copied what the barber had said to him that day. 

Zeng Penghai thought this reason was sensible. He continued in a cold voice:  “Then you now pack up your things and transfer to Class 18 with me.”

“Okay.”

Then Qi Linqing turned around and went to the locker to tidy up. He moved quickly and put all the textbooks neatly.

Zeng Penghai: “……” 

He had the illusion of punching cotton? Well, it was definitely an illusion.