This humble Taoist priest wants to take the college entrance exam.

Chapter 65 My Dad Invited You to Dinner (Thanks to the leader of the Orange Black Scumbag Group for the patronage)

Lin Mengqiu carried the food she had packed from the canteen back to the teachers' dormitory.

This dormitory belongs to Lin Ming. Before Lin Mengqiu started high school, Lin Ming often took a nap here during his work hours.

Later, when she entered high school, it became inconvenient for her to travel between home and school every day, so Lin Ming vacated this dormitory room for her to live in.

The teachers' dormitories are much better than the students' dormitories.

The large single room has a balcony and a private bathroom. The air conditioner and water heater were provided by the school, but Lin Mengqiu bought her own washing machine and refrigerator. The refrigerator was a small one, but Lin Mengqiu didn't use it much except to store some fruit.

There was a TV hanging on the wall, much smaller than the one at home. Apart from the occasional TV her father used to watch when he lived here, Lin Mengqiu hadn't turned it on since she moved in. There was a thin layer of dust on the screen.

There's internet in the dorm, and her dad bought her a high-end laptop, a good printer, and a high-end mobile phone.

A private space like this, away from parents and school management, with computers, mobile phones and internet access, is a dream destination for 99% of students. They would stay there playing games until they were exhausted!
But Lin Ming was never worried; he knew all too well how self-disciplined his daughter was.

And that was indeed the case. Back in her dorm, Lin Mengqiu spent most of her time reading and doing exercises, except for showering and resting. Occasionally, she would use her computer to look up information or print documents. She never brought her phone to class; she kept it in her dorm only for communication, and would only put it aside while eating, watching videos for a while.

Lin Mengqiu eats very quickly, often finishing her meal before she's even finished watching a few videos. Each time she puts down her chopsticks, she finishes watching the current video and immediately turns off her phone screen, never accidentally opening another one.

She doesn't have many friends on QQ and WeChat, and she doesn't usually chat in groups. She might occasionally peek at what people are talking about in the group, but she never chimes in.

After entering the house, Lin Mengqiu closed the door, turned on the air conditioner, placed the packed food on the dining table, and changed into her home slippers.

Perhaps the slippers were too big, making her feet look exceptionally small.

The toes peeking out from the front of the slippers are like tender buds peeking out from among the leaves. The nails are neatly trimmed and have a faint pink hue. The skin on the heels is smooth and delicate, occasionally turning a light red from the friction of the slippers, like the tender color of the branches in early spring that has not yet faded.

When she walks in slippers, the slippers will press down half an inch along her heel, revealing a section of her fair arch.

Step, step, step,

The girl went to the bathroom, washed her hands, face, and feet.

Finally, he went to the bedside, took his phone out from under the pillow, sat down at the dining table, opened the lunchbox, and began to eat.

Perhaps remembering someone's advice, she subconsciously slowed down her eating pace today.

Chew slowly and carefully...

If you chew it thoroughly, you can taste the natural sweetness of white rice.

Lin Mengqiu knew that it was because the starch in the rice reacted chemically with the enzymes in saliva during chewing, breaking it down into maltose.

That stinky Taoist priest definitely doesn't know—

Thinking of this, the girl felt a little smug, as if she had won back a point, since Chen Shi'an had told her a lot of medical principles that she had never heard of before that morning.

Lin Mengqiu ate her meal while opening WeChat on her phone.

There is an unread message from my dad.

Lin Mengqiu clicked in and took a look, then paused for a moment before replying to her father with an "Oh".

After replying to her father's message, she opened the search bar and entered the phone number she had accidentally memorized.

Click to search.

A user with the profile picture of "[Sunrise view from the mountaintop]" and the nickname "[Chen Shi'an]" appeared on her screen.

The girl's lips twitched, a mixture of speechlessness and amusement.

This profile picture, styled like something a middle-aged or elderly person would wear, and the real-name registration process is so out of place compared to all the cartoon characters and animal pictures in the class! Are you really eighteen?!

Lin Mengqiu tapped the friend request button and sent it.

After waiting a short while and still not getting through, Lin Mengqiu switched from WeChat to Douyin.

She liked and saved the video of the Eight Pieces of Brocade exercise, and even secretly commented on it. Her comment consisted of three default pig-head emojis.

Anyway, with so many comments on this video and nobody knowing her Douyin ID, it's fun to sneak a tactic.

Only a fool would go online with their real name like Chen Shi'an!

The video was more than ten minutes long. Lin Mengqiu watched it again while eating. If she was not mistaken, the broadcast exercises would definitely be replaced with the Eight Pieces of Brocade. She guessed that she was just reviewing it in advance.

Thanks to the length of the video, Lin Mengqiu was able to eat her lunch slowly today. By the time she finished watching the video, she had also finished her lunch.

After cleaning up the leftovers, she took out her workbook and started doing exercises.

It's 12:30 now, she can study for another half hour, and then take a nap at 1 o'clock. After sleeping for 20 minutes, she will go back to the classroom to prepare for class.

While doing her homework, her phone was next to her. She couldn't resist tapping the screen lightly, and before she could see the message from her WeChat friend accepting her request, she had already made a decision.

I couldn't help but secretly grumble to myself again—

What did you and Wen Zhixia eat? It's been so long and you're still not finished? Or did you not even look at your phone when you went back to the classroom at noon?
Lin Mengqiu was a little doubtful whether she had sent the friend request, so she opened [Contacts] and then [New Friends].

This page is full of friend requests from others that she hasn't verified. The only one that stands out is the one she sent herself, which shows "[Waiting for verification]" and is particularly annoying to look at.

Could you please add a feature that allows you to withdraw friend requests?

Lin Mengqiu turned off her phone screen, lowered her head to continue doing her homework, and ignored him...

……

Although Chen Shi'an and Wen Zhixia, the two dining buddies, ate slowly, they were very punctual. They would usually return to the classroom around 12:45 after finishing their meals.

With soy milk and milk given to him by Wen Zhixia and Lin Mengqiu respectively, Chen Shi'an didn't drink a drop of plain water all morning.

He had just finished drinking his soy milk and milk, so he took a mineral water bottle to fill it up and came back.

As he was preparing to sit in meditation, Chen Shi'an remembered that Lin Mengqiu had said that morning that she would add him on WeChat and add him to the class group later. Only then did he take out his phone from his bag to check.

Sure enough, a new friend request message appeared.

The profile picture is a very simple illustration of a little rabbit, with only a few strokes outlining the image of a rabbit with its back to people; the nickname is also very simple, just [Ling];

There was nothing in the verification message box, just a straightforward message.

He didn't know when she sent the friend request, but Chen Shi'an clicked to accept it. This WeChat user named [Ling] became the third friend in his friend list.

Chen Shi'an: [Class monitor?]
The other party replied very quickly.

Ling: [Hmm]
Chen Shi'an: [【Panda head with a wicked smile】]
Lin Mengqiu, who was looking at her phone replying to messages, fell into deep thought when she saw this expression.

What the heck! You posted the panda head emoji too?
Could you please send some images that match your middle-aged/elderly profile picture and nickname, such as [smiling face], [grinning face], [handshake], or [fist bump]?

Holding onto a long-held resentment, Lin Mengqiu poked his profile picture twice.

[Ling patted me on the shoulder]
A system notification suddenly popped up in the middle of the chat screen where the two were each occupying one side, and Chen Shi'an was stunned.

Chen Shi'an: "Why are you taking pictures of me, class monitor?"

[Ling patted me on the shoulder]
Chen Shi'an: "?"

[Ling patted me on the shoulder]
Chen Shi'an: "How did you do that?"

[Ling patted me on the shoulder]
Seeing Chen Shi'an, an elderly man, looking completely bewildered while playing with his phone, Lin Mengqiu became even more excited. She didn't tell him how to do it, and she didn't even type anything to talk to him.

Whether this stinky Taoist priest went to Baidu or what, just as Lin Mengqiu was enthusiastically tapping his profile picture, a system message suddenly appeared on her screen:
[Chen Shian patted me on the shoulder]
Even though there was a screen between them, the girl seemed to be able to hear his "Oh—I see," which was enough to deduct two points from her score. She stopped patting his finger, which was about to continue, and stopped patting him.

Chen Shi'an: [Class monitor, weren't you going to add me to the group?]
Ling: [Later]
Chen Shi'an: [Aren't you asleep yet?]
Ling: [Later]
Chen Shi'an: [Then I'm going to meditate.]
Just as Chen Shi'an was about to put away his phone and sit down to meditate, Lin Mengqiu sent him another message:
Ling: [My dad wants you to come over for dinner tomorrow night if you're free.]
Chen Shi'an: [Tomorrow night?]
Ling: [It's okay if you're not available. Don't force yourself. I'll talk to him. It's not a big deal. It's alright if you can't come.]
Chen Shi'an: [Available]
Ling: [...]
Chen Shi'an: [Class monitor, you don't want me to go?]
Ling: [I didn't]
Chen Shi'an: [Oh]
Ling: [Smiling]
(Thanks to the leader of the "Orange Black Scumbag Group" for being the patron! Boss, you're so generous! May you prosper! Thank you so much for your support!)
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(End of this chapter)