Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 126 Who's insulting me? Is it that damned teacher?

Su Jiahe opened the book and saw rows of neat small characters inside, which looked like they were printed with movable type.

In this book, I was written as an immortal living in a fairyland, who could talk with the ancients, bestow many magical items upon people, and save the people.

“Sister Su, perhaps in that world, this book will also become a classic that will be passed down through the ages.” He Shuangqing flipped through the Biography of Jiahe and was immediately captivated by the wonderful descriptions.

"Then...wouldn't everyone know my name?" Su Jiahe covered her face in embarrassment.

"Sister Su, everyone hopes to leave their name in history, why don't you want to?"

"But I didn't do anything. Oh, I'm really ashamed."

After reading the book, they carefully kept it.

Su Jiahe looked at her room full of collections, and a sense of pride arose from the bottom of her heart.

The terracotta warriors sent by Ying Zheng, the original calligraphy of Li Bai, the cat painted by Li Qingzhao, the musket used by Emperor Chongzhen, the photo of Liu Changchun participating in the Olympics, the handwritten poem of praise by Li Shimin, the talismans of the direct disciples of Quanzhen Sect, and the biography written by Pu Songling himself.

Throughout history, I am probably the only one who has enjoyed this honor.

"Sister Su, there will be new tourists coming tomorrow, so you should go to bed early." He Shuangqing said good night to Su Jiahe and went upstairs to her room.

Su Jiahe checked her phone. It was just nine o'clock in the evening, and according to her usual schedule, it was still far from bedtime. So she took a shower, changed into clean pajamas, and lay in bed, happily watching videos.

Although I became rich overnight, after experiencing the bright lights and glamour of the world, I found that playing with my mobile phone is still the most interesting thing.

Around ten o'clock, Su Jiahe felt hungry and ordered a midnight snack. When she went out to get the takeout, she suddenly heard a noise upstairs. She went upstairs and found that the noise came from He Shuangqing's room.

"Qingqing, what are you doing?" Su Jiahe was afraid that something might happen to He Shuangqing, so she quickly knocked on her door.

"Sister Su, you haven't slept yet." He Shuangqing opened the door.

Su Jiahe walked into the room and found books on the table.

"Qingqing, are you reading?"

"Sister Su, I couldn't sleep, so I looked at their textbooks." He Shuangqing said.

Su Jiahe came to the desk and found a notebook next to the textbook with neat and beautiful handwriting on it. He picked up the notebook and flipped through it, and found that half of the notebook was already filled with notes.

"Qingqing, you are so studious! This notebook must have taken you a long time to write." Su Jiahe said in surprise.

"Since they started classes, I started reading the textbooks, so I can keep them company."

Only then did Su Jiahe realize that He Shuangqing had been studying secretly for nearly a month, and she couldn't help feeling guilty.

Ever since He Shuangqing recovered from her illness, she had been accompanying him to receive tourists and taking care of cooking and cleaning. Although he had thought about letting her continue studying, so much had happened during this period that he had actually forgotten about it.

"Qingqing, I'm sorry. Starting tomorrow, you should go to class with them. I'll be the one to receive the tourists. It's really too much for you to be busy during the day and study at night."

"Sister Su, I'm not a child anymore. I can't live and eat here for free. I have to do something for you." He Shuangqing lowered his head, looking embarrassed.

"That's it," Su Jiahe rolled her eyes, "I'll give you a new task. From now on, you will accompany them to class full-time and supervise their studies. And since you read a lot, maybe you can also tutor them."

Seeing Su Jiahe's persistence, He Shuangqing's eyes were full of gratitude.

"Thank you, Sister Su. I will definitely live up to your trust."

"Yeah, go to bed early. We still have to take them to class tomorrow." Su Jiahe walked to the door and turned back to add, "Especially Daji. She doesn't like studying very much. You have to keep a close eye on her."

Just then, Daji, who was doing her homework in her room to the point of despair, suddenly sneezed. "Who's cursing me? Is it that damned teacher? Giving so much homework and saying I don't do well every day?"

Su Jiahe went downstairs and returned to her room, where she ate a midnight snack while browsing her phone. Daji opened the door a crack, and seeing that no one was outside, she tiptoed to the three boys' room.

At this time, Liu Zilan and Liu Zixun had already fallen asleep, while only Liu Zhun was still engrossed in his studies.

"Sister Xiao Su, why are you here again?"

"Good brother, have you finished your homework today?" Daji asked.

"I finished writing a while ago and I'm currently reviewing my lessons," Liu Zhun said.

"Oh my God, do you love reading so much?" Daji couldn't believe it.

"Of course, I'm a few years older than them, so I have to catch up as quickly as possible and not be left behind."

"You..." Daji wanted to say "Who are you scolding?", but when she thought about asking for help, she could only force a smile and said, "You are such an ambitious child."

"Sister Xiao Su, you're here to copy homework again, aren't you?" Liu Zhun saw through Daji's thoughts at a glance.

"You guessed right. Can you lend it to me again? Today's homework is really difficult." Daji pleaded.

"No." Liu Zhun shook his head firmly and reached out to close the door.

"Isn't it enough for me to pay you?" Daji grabbed the door handle outside.

"Sister Su gave us pocket money and warned us that if we copied your homework again, our pocket money would be taken away."

"Huh?" Daji stood there, stunned, watching Liu Zhun close the door.

"Wow, Sister Su, we have no grudges against each other, why do you treat me like this!" Daji returned to the room with a sad face and continued to frown at her homework book.

The next day, He Shuangqing packed up his books early and took a few people to the villa next door for class. Su Jiahe stood in the yard, waiting for new visitors to arrive.

【ding dong】

The eighteenth tourist has arrived.

As soon as the system prompt sounded, a tall young man in brocade clothes with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes walked in.

"Wow, it's a handsome guy this time." When Su Jiahe saw the handsome guy, she quickly greeted him warmly.

"Where is this? Who are you?" The man subconsciously reached out to block Su Jiahe, looking very alert. Although his face was full of surprise and confusion, he tried his best to remain calm.

"Let me explain first. You came here many years later..."

Without help, Su Jiahe had to explain the whole story from the beginning. Fortunately, he had explained it many times before and was already very proficient in it.

"Oh? There is such a thing, interesting." The man nodded, but still very vigilant.

"Don't be nervous, little brother. I'm not a bad person. Come with me into the house and rest first."

Su Jiahe opened the door of the villa. The man stood at the door and looked inside for a while before entering.

"Little brother, please sit for a while." Su Jiahe asked the man to sit on the sofa and poured tea for him personally. Then he felt that there were too few fruits on the coffee table, so he quickly took out the remaining imported cherries from the refrigerator.

"Thank you very much." The man picked up the teacup and was about to drink the water, but suddenly he shook and fainted, and the tea spilled all over the sofa.