"What you said was relaxed." Si Hongchu sighed: "I'm sorry, I'm implicating you."

"It's okay." Zi Tong waved her hand indifferently: "Before coming to Jinghua, I had all kinds of mental preparations."

"By the way..." Si Hongchu said with a frown: "Should we be careful, what if the other party comes back?"

"It's okay." Zi Tong smiled and said indifferently: "There is only one killer, otherwise it would have appeared just now. The Fusang people obviously didn't take me seriously. Generally speaking, after a failure of an action, they will not take action for a short time."

"That's good." Si Hongchu said lightly, while carefully kneading Zi Tong, the beautiful teacher seemed to not care about letting him know how complicated her identity was, but he refused to understand what her identity was. "Should you clean up the scene? If you put such a dead person on campus, something will happen."

"Stupid!" Zi Tong curled her mouth and said disdainfully: "Although you are afraid, the people of Fusang are also afraid that the matter will be exposed and will clean up the scene by themselves!"

"oh."

"By the way!" Zi Tong looked at Si Hongchu and his head was raised high: "Ask you something, when you see me being injured, you are hurrying to leave, just like a dog chasing you behind, why did you have an appointment with a beautiful lady?"

"How do you speak? You are chased by a dog?"

"I'm really wrong..." Zi Tong giggled: "You are not being chased by a dog, but planning to be a dog chasing others. Men are a dog for the rest of their lives. At the age of twenty, they are pugs, following girls all over the streets; at the age of thirty, they are wolf dogs, staring at the door of their home with their eyes; at the age of forty, they are a mangy dog, who stays at the woman's house and refuses to leave; at the age of fifty, they are mad dogs, who are carrying Viagra and chasing the lady; at the age of sixty, they can only sigh! "

Zi Tong looks so charming that she seems to be born to seduce men, but this sentence shows that she looks down on men from the bottom of her heart.

The two of them didn't say anything for a while, until after a while, Si Hongchu felt a little embarrassed and broke the silence and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Zi Tong replied casually, "Like you."

Si Hongchu glared at her eyes: "You are so slutty!"

"Why..." Zi Tong looked at Si Hongchu and giggled contemptuously: "When is it now? Are you still thinking about being a pug?"

"Men's life is indeed very tragic, but so what about women?" Si Hongchu shrugged and said lightly: "At the age of ten, the appearance of flowers at the age of twenty, the charm of thirty, the charm of thirty, the charm of 40, the charm of 50, the old milfs at the age of sixty, the old man is yellow... Time is a ruthless killing knife, black fungus and soft strawberries, you can only watch yourself grow old year by year."

"Are you still very humorous?" Zi Tong didn't care about these words at all, laughing loudly, her hair fluttered for a moment, and her brush made a sound: "That's right, actually you're right at all, this is how people will be in their lives!"

After a fierce battle, Zi Tong didn't take any thought to herself, as if she didn't care about killing someone just now.

She doesn't mention Fusang people either, the topic just revolves around men and women, she is simply a love expert.

After a while, she suddenly frowned and said softly: "Be gentle, it hurts me."

"Oh......" Si Hongchu lightened the movements in his hand, looked at Zi Tong with sincere eyes, and said in a sincere tone: "Although you said I am a pug, I still want to thank you."

Zi Tong no longer smiled as happily as before, but glared at Si Hongchu viciously: "So you know it yourself!"

"I'm very strange..." Sighing, Si Hongchu said with some confusion: "No matter what the Fusang people are, they should directly deal with Kang Zhihong, Cao Peiru or Lan Hao, why should they attack me as a little person! As for you, you just helped me by chance, and it would be even more unreasonable to ask them to send a killer!"

Zi Tong prepared an emergency medicine box and asked Si Hongchu to take it out and gently wipe the wound with ointment. She looked at Si Hongchu and said lightly: "You don't know this. Fusang people never follow the routine when doing things. In other words, they always do unexpected things, making you confused about their real purpose."

Si Hongchu was very careful and focused on cleaning Zi Tong's wounds. It seemed that in front of him was not jade feet, but a delicate porcelain: "Are you setting up a suspicion array?"

"So, it can be said, in addition..." Zi Tong looked at Si Hongchu's gentle movements and said thoughtfully: "Chinese people like to stare at big people when doing things. They just happened to be the opposite, they like to work hard on small people. I heard that once they wanted to acquire a company, but instead of negotiating with the boss of the company, they bribed a secretary of the boss. The secretary secretly recorded some inside information about official and business transactions, and then the Fusang people used this to threaten the boss to sell the company at a low price..." Zi Tong said, and smiled coldly: "This boss can only agree, otherwise a large number of people will be unlucky."

Si Hongchu bandaged the wound and sighed lightly: "In other words, they have the intention to target me."

"That's right." Zi Tong nodded: "You have to be more careful in the future, and I can't even guess what the Fusang people will do next."

"What about you?"

"I'm very simple..." Zi Tong didn't care and curled her lips and said, "Come on one, kill one. Come on two, kill one pair."

"What you said about murder... isn't it true." Si Hongchu asked uncertainly, looking at Zi Tong hesitantly.

"I have killed a lot of people." Zi Tong said it lightly, just as these things have nothing to do with him.

After chatting for a few more words, Zi Tong was sleepy and went back to her room to rest.

Si Hongchu stayed to take care of Zi Tong, got up the next morning and went to buy breakfast for Zi Tong.

There was no class this morning. Si Hongchu originally planned to accompany Zi Tong, but his phone rang quickly: "You didn't have class this morning, right?"

The other party's voice was a little familiar, and Si Hongchu didn't remember it when he was in the first day: "Who?"

The other party sighed: "Do you still remember Sikong You on the shore of Daming Lake back then?"

Si Hongchu said expressionlessly: "Remember, the price is very cheap, and netizens say that he is very skilled."

"Boy, what are you talking nonsense? I won't mess with you..." Hearing this, Sikong You got goosebumps all over his body. "You don't have class this morning, so you can come to me."

Since having this mentor, Si Hongchu has not enjoyed the treatment of being instructed, so he hurriedly bid farewell to Zi Tong and hurried to Sikong You.

There is a beautiful hill to the west of the school, with twenty-four small courtyards built on it, which are called the 24th floor among the people.

Each building on the 24th floor is designed by a famous artist. After a long time, the oldest building can be traced back to the Hundred Days Reform more than a hundred years ago.

Lingnan encompasses five provinces. It was a wild place in history, but now it is the most economically developed frontier of opening up. Back then, some people established education in Lingnan to create wisdom for the people, and their choice was Xishan Jing.

This is a place with excellent scenery, rich historical heritage, and is also one of the famous attractions in Guangsha City.

However, this scenic spot is not open on weekdays, and the twenty-four buildings are not empty. The living rooms are all first-class scholars and national treasures.

One of the buildings was assigned to Sikong You. When Si Hong first arrived, Sikong You was drinking tea.

Seeing Si Hongchu, Sikong You put down the teacup and pointed to the rattan chair opposite: "Sit down."

Si Hongchuyi sat down without asking Sikong You to greet him, so he picked up the teacup and drank several sips of tea.

"As your tutor, I should provide guidance in professional courses..." Sikong You looked at Si Hongchu and said slowly: "I have already thought about it. I will guide you to read Wang Li's "Ancient Chinese" first."

Si Hongchu smiled and said, "Now tutors are not called tutors, and of course they are not called bosses, but scientific research contractors."

Sikong You shook his head slowly: "That's science, I'm a literate person."

"Do you lament that you didn't have money?" Si Hongchu took out the thousands of dollars he cheated from Qin Shousheng and shook it in front of Sikong You: "I'll give you a chance. As long as you teach me how to study medicine, I will give you tuition."

"Just these few thousand dollars?" Sikong You got a little angry and took the purple clay teapot to Si Hongchu and put it in front of him: "This is Gu Jingzhou's representative work. If you take it to the market for auction, 200,000 won't be a problem."

Hearing this, Si Hongchu observed the surroundings and immediately took a breath of cold air.

The furnishings here are very simple, but each one is unusual. They are either purple clay teapots made by famous artists or top-quality bloodstones. There are also a few antiques that Si Hongchu can tell at first sight, and they are also valuable.

There are two ways to pollute a place, garbage or money. Sikong You is simply a garbage dump. Originally, Si Hongchu felt that it was quiet and elegant, but when he saw it, he felt that it was filled with a smell of money: "How can the tutor show off his wealth..."

"Please keep your little money." Sikong You snorted impatiently: "I am not short of money. If you want to study medicine, just teach you."

From ancient times to the present, it seems that those who are teachers are all in poverty, especially scholars like Sikong You.

But now it’s different. Professors these days are often worth tens of millions of dollars, and there are many ways to make money.

Some of the income is illegal, while others are legal. Not to mention illegal. In the latter case, capable professors are rich businessmen, while incompetent professors only need to go to the media to be called beasts, and they can make some money by making melamine without poison.

This means that in the academic world these days, those who are capable sell their abilities, while those who are incompetent sell their conscience.

The teaching staff of Jinghua University has a group of celebrities, some of whom do business well in society, while others are often exposed in various media.

There is a film and television media who talked about "The Analects of Confucius" in "Thousand Family Forum", packaged Confucius' knowledge into a spiritual chicken soup mixed with opium, and became famous for numbing others' social perceptions. In a few years, he became a millionaire.
Chapter completed!