The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 636 The Old Man!
A-Qing and Mo-Mo were talking about the Wu-You Temple. A-Qing had no interest in sects and hermits; getting involved in those things might get her exposed by the boss and landed her in jail one day.

Mo Mo wasn't particularly interested in the hermits of the sects, but was curious about how the experts had all become like A Qing.

In Mo Mo's mind, when it comes to combat power, the somewhat thick-skinned A Qing is practically a god of war.

But now, a group of young war gods have emerged. Although Mo Mo has no interest in the hermits of the sect, if they really have some cultivation methods that can prolong life or enhance physical strength, she wouldn't mind spending ten or twenty million to buy a few cultivation slots.

but.

Since Aqing said she didn't want to go, Momo didn't plan to go alone, but silently memorized the name of the Taoist temple.

When you have time, tell your dad that you want to go to the Wuyou Temple to draw lots and ask questions.

"By the way, why aren't you asleep yet?" A-Qing walked behind Tang You's seat, raised her hand, and poked the little fox who was watching Youyou play games and go through the storyline.

"Hey?"

An Sheng turned around, looked at A Qing, and said with a joyful moan:

"I'm not sleepy yet! I'll have breakfast and lunch with Ah Qing later before I go to sleep."

As An Sheng spoke, she glanced at the cyberpunk-style desk clock next to the computer: 6:43.

"Staying up late is not a good habit!"

Hearing the little fox say that it was interesting and that she didn't want to sleep, Ah Qing smiled helplessly, raised her hand, pinched the little fox's fluffy tail, and then looked at the tea tree that the little fox had planted on the balcony.

"Oh dear! Winter is almost here, how can the saplings still grow so fast, with such lush green tops?"

Winter has begun in Chang'an City, and the once lush roadside trees have all fallen bare.

The tea tree inside the house was still lush and leafy, and its roots even burst the original flowerpot.

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As if sensing something, the tea tree on the balcony suddenly sprouted a layer of resin from its trunk, as if it were sweating profusely.

You can't transplant me outdoors, can you? Oh, my dear parents have given me so much.
"In a little while, I'll change its pot to a stainless steel one!" Ah Qing said confidently, looking at the tea tree.

"Stainless steel basins won't work, will they? The little fox pees in the flowerpots every day; urine is highly corrosive, and the tea trees might even accumulate metallic elements."

"Let's get it into a ceramic pot! It's heavy, but we can process the tea we grow ourselves in the spring."

The woman, who had been bending over, heard Ah Qing talking about something that touched on her area of ​​expertise, and kindly tried to remind her. However, before she could even finish her sentence, a hoarse, furious roar suddenly echoed through the dormitory hallway:
"Ah Qing!"

"Don't agree to any of those mountain temples or wild shrines. They're all just feudal superstitions and bizarre tricks. It's easy to go up the mountain, but hard to come down."

Just after seven o'clock, Professor Huang from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences roared throughout the entire girls' dormitory building.

Ah Qing, who was in her dormitory planning to change the flowerpot for the small tree on the balcony, was slightly startled when she heard the professor's angry roar approaching. She looked towards the dormitory entrance with a puzzled expression.

"Wow! The professor is here for rounds!"

An exclamation mark suddenly popped up above the actress's head. She abruptly rolled over to face the foot of the bed and frantically gathered up her sexy lingerie and white stockings that were hanging there.

Mo Mo subtly lifted her leg and covered the various snacks on the bed with a piece of clothing, maintaining her composed and dignified appearance in public.

Tang You took a sip of iced cola, paused the game as if nothing had happened, shrunk the game, and opened a document that she didn't know when it was written.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

In the old man's eyes, everything in the dormitory, anything unconventional or rebellious, had vanished without a trace, as if those things had never existed.

Everyone in the dormitory got up and went to the door to greet Professor Huang, who had suddenly come to visit.

There was only one exception in the dormitory.

"That feels good."

An Sheng lay on Tang You's sofa, a sly, fox-like smile on her face. She picked up her cola, hugged it to her chest, and bit the straw, ready to watch the show. "Professor, what brings you here?" A Qing greeted the agricultural professor with a bewildered expression.

Although Professor Huang is getting old, his speed is in no way inferior to that of a young person. He rushed to the dormitory door and saw Ah Qing and the other three, along with Master Fuli inside.

Professor Huang paused slightly, gave a subtle nod to Master Fuli in greeting, and then looked at A-Qing and said:
"I just got off the plane and saw the security department's message in the WeChat group. All I can say is, don't believe it!"

"The economic base determines the superstructure. The ultimate fate of those who become fortune tellers is to beg under a bridge. Ah Qing, don't fall for those old scoundrels' tricks. Let's study hard and have plenty of opportunities to make money after graduation."

Professor Huang speaks extremely fast and is incredibly aggressive. On one hand, he says that the feng shui fortune teller is squatting under the bridge, and on the other hand, he says that the old opera singer can cool you down. He completely and severely damages the Wuyouguan genealogy.

Although Professor Huang is a professor, professors at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences basically shuttle between research institutes and rural fields.

When it comes to land issues, dealing with the local old hands is unavoidable.

Without a strong and capable teaching staff, highly aggressive verbal skills, and the ability to summon a dozen or so graduate students to protect you at any time, you really can't become an agricultural professor.

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Ah Qing and the other three watched with twitching lips as Professor Huang unleashed his indiscriminate output of the Worry-Free Principles. After Professor Huang finished his indiscriminate output, Ah Qing weakly raised her hand and said:
"that."

"I have no intention of getting involved in religion; my plan for the future is to focus on my studies."

Ah Qing recounted the events of the previous night to Professor Huang, and also mentioned Wang Yang's special abilities.

Upon hearing this, Professor Huang snorted coldly, took a deep breath, his chest bulged, his taut shoulder blades and shoulders relaxed, and his broad back muscles made his suit flutter as if it were about to burst.

"Picking flowers and flying leaves?"

"If I punch him, he'll be hospitalized for three months!"

Professor Huang rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arm muscles that resembled marble patterns, with clearly visible stretching.

At nearly sixty years old, he has maintained a body fat percentage of only a little over ten, which is simply unbelievable.

Although the professors are not loggers, their work intensity is no less than that of any logger, and every month they receive some Lingli health products that have been verified countless times to ensure safety and pollution-free properties.

In addition, the professors at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences also eat the spiritual vegetables they grow themselves.

When it comes to being truly intelligent, the unassuming, seemingly thin and frail professors at the Emerging Agricultural College are all quite remarkable.

However, unlike loggers, their work is more mentally demanding, and they don't need to have an intimidating physique to be immediately apparent.

Normally, professors wouldn't waste their energy on meaningless fitness activities.

The mere mention of the word "graduate student" is enough to send even the most energetic professors into a state of utter exhaustion, collapsing onto the sofa, covering their faces, and frantically scratching their heads.

Why.
Why did I take in those wicked disciples in the first place? And of all people, it was me who took them in. I have no chance to complain about anyone else.

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The actor, his face contorted with tension, stared at Professor Huang's powerful arm, which resembled an old tree with deeply rooted roots, its muscles clearly defined and bulging, seemingly about to burst forth. He swallowed hard.

If such disgraceful behavior were exposed, the mentor would likely be able to single-handedly eliminate the entire sect.

"Ah Qing, you want to study, right?" Professor Huang asked Ah Qing about her wishes.

Ah Qing nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Alright! I'll get some men and weapons ready in a bit. You're coming with me to that old hag's temple. I'm going to cripple her!"

"If those old bastards dare to harass my students again, I'll dig up the foundation of their entire scenic area!" Professor Huang didn't care what was on the other side; he couldn't afford to offend them. But his teacher wasn't dead yet, and the coffin of his ancestor hadn't even been closed.

If I can't win, I can't call for reinforcements, right?

To steal people from your own head is no different from someone defecating on your own head.
(End of this chapter)