The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 637 Awesome! (Tiger-shaped bag)
"Go and cause trouble at their doorstep? Are they that naturally inclined to do that?"

Sitting on the sofa, An Sheng looked at Professor Huang, who had just made such a boastful remark, with a face full of surprise: "Isn't that wonderful?"

Seeing Professor Huang's billowing suit, one doesn't even need to think to know that Professor Huang is a follower of Confucianism and Mencius.

That scholar who drove a bronze chariot, could lift a city gate with one hand, had abs shaped like a nine-square grid, and always brought three thousand heavily armed infantrymen with him when he went abroad to attend meetings. Along the way, he would kick down the doors of any country that refused to open them.

The idiom "孔武强大" (Kong Wu Yong Qi) is not a metaphor, but rather describes a very scholarly person.

"Professor, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Ah Qing looked at Professor Huang with a shocked expression, like a startled cat.
"Just go straight to their door, no matter what you say."

"No, Ah Qing, you're mistaken. That old man over there is provoking our school's reputation and embarrassing our Xinxing Agricultural College!"

Professor Huang picked up his phone with one hand and interrupted Ah Qing's attempt to persuade her with the other, saying:
"You want to study, and our school is all about teaching and nurturing students. Now some old man is jumping out and advising a student who wants to study to drop out—it's practically organized crime!"

"This has nothing to do with you students. Now, the other side is affecting our teaching quality and stealing our students!"

Professor Huang rushed over in a panic, and then immediately started sending people to his door to demand an explanation.

A-Qing stared in disbelief at Mo-Mo, Ling-Ren, and Tang-You beside her. The four of them looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Although I don't know what kind of person the leader of Wuyou Temple is, when it comes to villains, I always feel that our teachers and professors are a cut above the rest." Mo Mo glanced sideways and remarked.
"If Professor Huang says a few more words, the other side might not be able to appease public anger unless they are dragged out and shot."

"Huh? What happened to Old Huang? Whoosh, he flew down the stairs!"

In the dormitory corridor, the students who heard Professor Huang's words were all dumbfounded. One student in an electric wheelchair, with a shocked expression, watched as the old professor with his frail arms and legs flipped and jumped down the stairs.

"Huh? Amin, what's with this hairstyle?" Momo looked at her fellow villager Zhang Min with some confusion.

"Ugh, what a waste! I heard it was snowing up north, so I went there to pack two cans and send them back home, but I ended up watching people having a snowball fight and getting hit by snowballs."

"Good heavens, the snow turned into ice when it was squeezed, and it hit me so hard that I was dizzy. I stumbled and bumped into the snowman. Damn, there were roadblocks in the snowman, which tripped me up and I fell flat on my face."

Zhang Min, looking helpless, explained the process of her new makeup, which included a cloth on her head and a cast on her ankle.

"Be careful when you go up north to see snow. Locals don't focus on the snow when they have snowball fights; the main point is the battle itself. If you watch them have a snowball fight, remember to wear a full-face motorcycle helmet."

Upon hearing this, MoMo replied with a single six.

Ah Qing swallowed hard, touched her smooth head, and imagined the hardness of red bricks.

It seems that the Ice and Snow World is not a must-visit option.

"The senior boxing tournament has begun!"

While A-Qing and the others were still in the hallway talking to Zhang Min, who had fallen and was injured, An Sheng strolled over to the balcony and whistled at the little tea tree.

"Cockroach, go take a shower next door, then come out with us in a bit, in case our professors can't beat you."

"Zizi!"

The black-breasted cockroach jumped out of the leaves, stood on a branch and gave a salute, then flapped its wings and flew high, turning a corner, and ran to the dormitory next door. It kicked the faucet and started scrubbing itself in the washbasin.

"?!"

The girl in the next dorm watched as a cockroach the size of a man's thumb turned on the tap, raised her hand to touch the shampoo next to her, and started washing her pigtails.

"Aaaaaah—that damned giant cockroach!"

The black-breasted cockroach glanced at them, pursed its lips, lifted its foot, rubbed it with soap, and scrubbed its body.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The black-breasted cockroach grumbled, "If it weren't for Master Fuli making me take a bath, who would want to leave the tea tree?"

Living on tea trees, they have leaves to eat, resin to quench their thirst, and supplements to drink every now and then.

"Boom~"

Screams came from next door, but this did not affect An Sheng's packing. He pulled his own saddlebag from the closet, ran to the desk, took out Ah Qing's [using knuckle duster] from the drawer, and put it in the bag.

After packing her luggage, An Sheng ran to the refrigerator and dragged a 2-liter bottle of Coke to her bag.

An Sheng sat down next to her belongings, a self-righteous expression on her face, and looked towards the door. "..."

Ah Qing seemed to sense something and turned around, only to see Xiao An packing her luggage and preparing to leave.

"Wow--"

Ah Qing didn't say anything, but simply widened her eyes and let out a vague exclamation: "So clever!"

Mo Mo glanced sideways, slightly raising her height, and looked at the little fox with a tense expression.

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Half an hour later, Professor Huang returned in an older GL8 business van, followed by two Wuling Hongguang minivans packed with graduate students.

"MoMo, I remember you have a car, right? Could you give AQ a ride with us? My car is full of professors from other departments, so could you please give AQ a ride?"

Professor Huang called out to Momo in the aisle.

"Are the other professors going too?" Mo Mo was taken aback, staring at the old GL8 with a strange expression, vaguely seeing her mentor's face through the car window.

No, you're an environmentalist, what are you doing here?

Ah Qing doesn't work in environmental governance, and she probably won't consider our major for graduate studies, right?
Mo Mo was speechless, but it was perfect timing. She also wanted to see what Wuyou Temple was capable of, so she took the initiative to drive out and pick up A Qing and the others, heading towards Wuyou Temple in Zhongnan Mountain.

After a two-hour drive, we followed the mountain road straight to the top of the mountain where Wuyou Temple is located.

The area of ​​Wuyou Temple is not large; the entire hilltop is probably only a few acres in size.

The parking lot is connected to the square of the Taoist temple, where a large, ancient incense burner sits in the center, and behind it is the site of the Wuyou Temple, a courtyard-style building.

"what?"

Liu Lingyu, who had just come out of the detention center and was rummaging through her bag for her keys, stared blankly at the scene before her.

A minivan flew straight up and crashed heavily into the square in front of the Taoist temple. A pendulum-like maneuver allowed the minivan to reverse into the parking space at an unparalleled speed. Immediately afterward, two obviously overloaded vans flew out and crashed into the parking lot.

Finally, a tram slowly came to a stop.

"Wow--"

The sliding door of the van opened, and a group of elderly men and women, brimming with self-satisfaction, stepped out. The old man driving was even more outrageous, his bulging muscles straining against his white long-sleeved shirt, and his face contorted into a menacing expression.

"Hey you over there! You're from Wuyou Temple, right?"

Professor Huang scanned the room and spotted Liu Lingyu, who was holding a key and opening the door of the Taoist temple.

Professor Huang asked in a loud voice:

"You old bastard from Wuyou Temple! Where is the old headmaster of Wuyou Temple? Call him out and talk to me about mathematical theory!"

"Damn it, they've really gone too far in taking me on as an apprentice. How am I supposed to explain this now?!"

"what?"

Liu Lingyu stared in disbelief at the car full of people who were clearly veterans of the underworld, her face covered in cold sweat.

me?

I don't remember such a thing happening. It couldn't have been something my dad did while playing mahjong and drinking, could it?

Are you going to admit it? You can't just pick me up and use me as a bowling ball, can you?

Seeing the senior figures from the underworld surrounding her, Liu Lingyu swallowed hard and said:
"Um... I think I am the sect leader. You haven't come to the wrong place, have you? On the next mountain in Zhongnan Mountain, there is a viewing pavilion and a preaching platform."

"If you're looking for revenge, you'd better think carefully. Or I'll reimburse you all for your gas expenses, and you can go take a look at the mountain next door?"

Professor Huang glared angrily: "You've come to the right place, we're looking for Wuyou Temple!"

Liu Lingyu: "."

(End of this chapter)