Chapter 82: Leading Fashion!

  From Lijun City, Qin Luo learned a truth about being human: whoever makes you unhappy, just make them very sad.

  "Xiao Qin, are you really the successor of Taiyi God Needle?" Teacher Zhu asked, putting aside his previous conflicts with Qin Luo.

  He even managed to squeeze out a tiny smile on his face. However, he was so stingy that the smile was really too small, and if you didn't look closely, it would be hard to notice.

  "No." Qin Luo shook his head.

  Mr. Zhu seemed like a huge stone had fallen from his heart, and even the slightest smile on his face disappeared.

  "I knew it. How is this possible? Xiao Min, where did you get this newspaper from? Wasn't it fabricated by the students themselves? This is really absurd." said Teacher Zhu with a dark face.

  Qin Luo smiled and said, "I am indeed not the successor of Taiyi Needle. The media's statement is incorrect. Because in this world, only I know this needling technique. No one taught me, so I am also not anyone's successor."

  "You"

  "Teacher Qin, can you sign an autograph for me? I want to show it off to my classmates. Hehe, this is too unbelievable. I'm actually working in the same office as the successor of Taiyi God Needle." Xiao Min really brought over a notebook and asked Qin Luo to sign his name.

  Qin Luo wrote the two words "Qin Luo" in a flying dragon and dancing phoenix style on her notebook, which again triggered a burst of screams from the little girl.

  "Xiao Min, what are you yelling about in the office? Don't you have any teacher-like demeanor at all? Even if you're some kind of successor, what's so great about that? These days, there are plenty of people selling fake medicine. And those reporters don't have any sense of responsibility either, they just write whatever they want without investigating anything thoroughly. They're not even afraid of misleading their readers." Teacher Zhu didn't dare to confront Qin Luo head-on, so she turned to scold Xiao Min instead.

  "Teacher Zhu, you don't understand. The Taiyi divine needle is really powerful. I've read a report about it before. It's said to be operated with qi. It's very mysterious."

  "I don't understand? How did I not understand? I-----"

  Mr. Zhu wanted to say something else, but the bell for class suddenly rang out.

  Qin Luo nodded at Xiao Min and walked towards the classroom with his textbook.

  As he walked on the road, Qin Luo suddenly found that there were more people casting admiring glances at him. Moreover, there were students who proactively ran to greet him.

  "Hello, Teacher Qin."

  "Teacher Qin's outfit is really cool."

  "Teacher Qin, can you sign an autograph for me?"

  "Teacher Qin, there is eye discharge on your eyes."

  Qin Luo knew that it must be yesterday's interview that had been published. These students were very well-informed, so they would start paying attention to themselves at the first opportunity.

  When Qin Luo arrived at the classroom, he was even more shocked by the magnificent scene in front of him.

  Originally, there were only over eighty single-seat classrooms packed with people, and the number of people was as many as two hundred. Some students brought their own chairs, and many students had no chairs to sit on, standing in the back row of the classroom.

  As Qin Luo walked in, the noisy classroom suddenly became extremely quiet. This scene lasted for two or three seconds before it erupted like a boiling pot of oil, churning and bubbling up again.

  Moreover, what made Qin Luo laugh and cry at the same time was that he found out there were quite a few boys in the classroom who also wore long gowns like him.

  White. Black. Green. Long. Short. Loose, tight ----- Even Li Xiong's rugged face came over wearing a deep green long gown, which made Qin Luo feel awkward no matter how he looked at it.

  Other people wear long gowns with elegance and refinement, but these people look like thugs.

  Temperament. Temperament. Do you understand?

  Wearing a long gown requires temperament. This group of cultured bumpkins.

  Qin Luo used a board eraser to tap the table, indicating that everyone should quiet down. He said, "I think, you all must have many questions you want to ask, right?"

  "Yes." The crowd shouted in unison, delighted by Qin Luo's wit.

  "Give you five minutes. Then we start class." Qin Luo took out the mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the time, and put the phone on the desk of the podium.

  "Teacher Qin, are you really the successor of Taiyi needle?"

  "Yes."

  "Teacher Qin, is yours a sect? Like Shaolin and Wudang in martial arts novels?"

  It is a school of thought. A medical school.

  "Teacher Qin, can you do kung fu?"

  This question doesn't even need Qin Luo to answer, his students have already helped him seize the answer.

  "Teacher Qin is certainly skilled in martial arts."

  "That's right. Teacher Qin is really skilled. We've all seen it. Handsome and impressive."

  "Teacher Qin single-handedly took down several thugs and didn't get hurt at all."

  The last KTV conflict incident, there were many students in the class who had witnessed Qin Luo fighting with others.

  In Qin Luo's eyes, his own skills were nothing to brag about. He had just practiced a few scattered moves, and his main strength was still in recognizing and hitting acupoints. But in the eyes of these students, he was already an extraordinary person.

  "Teacher Qin, can you teach us Taiyi divine needle?"

  "Alright. I'd be happy to teach him to you. However, this is really difficult to learn." Qin Luo said with a smile.

  If there is an opportunity, he really wants to find a few successors.

  "Teacher Qin, I like you."

  "I like you guys too."

  "Heh heh, really? Then I'll marry you. Aren't you going to marry a Chinese wife? I'm an authentic Chinese girl. Can show you my ID."

  Everyone burst out laughing at the sight of Qin Luo eating awkwardly.

  "Teacher Qin, where did you buy your clothes? What brand is it?"

  "Teacher Qin, what do you usually like to do in your free time?"

  "Teacher Qin, do you play games? Can you play DOTA?"

  These students' questions became more and more detailed, as if they wanted to know everything about Qin Luo. They completely treated Qin Luo like a star.

  The class ended, and Qin Luo suddenly felt a sense of fatigue.

  Originally he had only fifty students, after Ma Xu left, there were only forty-nine people left. These people all have a certain foundation in traditional Chinese medicine, and teaching them is not difficult.

  However, as more and more students came to listen in on his lectures, his workload became increasingly heavy.

  If you don't understand, you need to ask questions, and asking questions takes time. Even if it's one person per question, a lesson can involve answering dozens or even hundreds of questions.

  Qin Luo thought, the school should pay him double salary.

  He didn't know that because his lectures were attended by too many auditing students. His courses made some Western medicine teachers very dissatisfied.

  In the past, students studying traditional Chinese medicine would often sneak away to attend Western medical courses. They believed that traditional Chinese medicine was useless and it would be very difficult for them to find a job after graduation.

  But now the situation has turned around. Nature will make some arrogant Western medical teachers have some prejudices against him.

  A teacher named Wang Zihao from the Western Medical College once publicly expressed his resentment towards Qin Luo, and had said in class that if he had the opportunity, he would like to engage in a medical skills contest with him.

  Qin Luo was just about to head back to the office to get a drink of water when Wang Jiujui caught up with him from behind.

  Light blue jeans, inside is a T-shirt with cartoon patterns, outside is a red hoodie.

  Wearing a pair of Tibetan-style silver earrings on her ears, without makeup, she is as beautiful as a natural-born beauty.

  Whoever saw this girl would only think of her as a neighbor who was too beautiful. Absolutely no one would have thought that she had such an astonishing family background.

  "Teacher Qin, are you thirsty?" Wang Jiujiu asked with a smile.

  "Yes. I was just about to head back to the office to get a drink of water." Qin Luo smiled and nodded.

  Wang Jiujui hastily took off the slanting bag on his shoulder, opened the zipper, and picked out a glass cup with the same cartoon pattern from inside. Smiling, he said: "I know you like to drink tea. I especially brewed it for you. It's my dad's top-grade Longjing tea. Try it and see how it is."

  As she spoke, she handed the cup in her hand to Qin Luo.

  Because Wang Jiujui was used to sitting in the first row, Qin Luo clearly knew that this glass with a cartoon zebra pattern was actually Wang Jiujui's water cup.

  Sometimes when he saw her tender and delicate mouth wrapped around a straw, Qin Luo would also feel a little thirsty.

  "This isn't good." Qin Luo felt embarrassed to accept.

  "What's wrong with it? Anyway, it was all prepared for you. I don't particularly like drinking tea either." Wang Jiujui said with a serious face.

  Qin Luo didn't feel like it and excused himself again, not wanting to use the straw Wang Jiujui had used before. He twisted off the bottle cap and poured a few mouthfuls directly into his cup.

  "It's indeed good tea." Qin Luo said with appreciation. Even though it was brewed in this glass cup, the tea still didn't lose its charm.

  "Really? Then I'll bring you a cup every day when I attend your class." Wang Jiujui said happily.

  "Don't bother."

  "No trouble. I need to drink water anyway."

  "This..."

  "Teacher Qin, don't be so polite. Aren't we friends? It's only natural to help you carry a cup of water." A woman pursuing a man is like a thin sheet of paper. A man pursuing a woman is like crossing a mountain range.

  If a woman chases after a man and doesn't directly say 'I love you', you will never know her true intentions.

  They can attack when advancing and defend when retreating. Standing on invincible ground.

  For example, now Wang Jiuxiao uses his 'friend' identity to cover up his motives, which leaves Qin Luo speechless.

  How many men can resist a woman's request to 'be friends'?

  "Then thank you." Qin Luo could only accept this kindness.

  "No need to be polite." Wang Jiujin smiled sweetly. "By the way, Teacher Qin, I've read the newspaper where you were interviewed. Others may have forgotten, but we will remember. What others discard, we will pick up. Whether it's being an outcast or being ridiculed by others, I don't care about that. It was said so well. When I saw this passage at the time, I was so moved."

  "I'm also speaking from the heart." Qin Luo said with a heavy expression.

  "Hmm, it's quite fitting for our current situation. I hope your words can serve as a wake-up call for some people."

  "I hope so. But it's hard to do."

  Even with great effort to express her calmness, when she saw Qin Luo's eyes, Wang Jiujin still felt a little shy and said: "Right. Teacher Qin. Tonight..."

  At this moment, Qin Luo's mobile phone in his pocket started vibrating wildly.

  "Wait a minute. I'll answer this call. Sorry about that." Qin Luo said helplessly, taking out his mobile phone from his pocket.

  Seeing that the incoming call was Lin Qingyuan's number, Qin Luo answered without any hesitation.

  "Uncle Lin, is there something going on?" Qin Luo asked. He knew that if nothing was wrong, Lin Qingyuan wouldn't be calling him at this time.

  "Qin Luo, are you at school?"

  "Yes. Just got out of class." Qin Luo said.

  "I'm at your school gate. Can you come out for a bit? I have some things I'd like to talk to you about."

  "Alright, I'll go now." Qin Luo said.

  He hung up the phone and apologetically smiled at Wang Jiujin, saying: "Sorry, I have something to take care of. If there's anything else, we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

  "Alright, you go ahead." Wang Jiujin smiled and nodded.

  Waiting until Qin Luo quickly ran far away, Wang Jiujin let out a soft sigh towards his back.

  "Tomorrow. It's too late."

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