Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  How despicable!

  Yang Zongbao noticed Zhang Lanfeng's vicious gaze, but to Yang Zongbao, it was harmless. Anyone who saw those watery eyes would feel disgusted rather than afraid.

  Yang Zongbao didn't stay, took a bath, changed his clothes and went to self-study.

  The students in this school generally like to read books, and after wandering around, they couldn't find a relatively empty classroom. In the end, there was no way out, so I found a secluded classroom. I took out "Acupuncture" and slowly looked at it. Although I am studying Western medicine, I have always had a repulsive idea about traditional Chinese medicine, but I can only appreciate acupuncture.

  There are indeed some nerve-concentrated areas on the surface of the human body, and attacking these areas can indeed cause certain local injuries to the human body, making these parts temporarily lose some mobility. This might be the principle behind the ancient art of dim mak.

  Yang Zongbao sat in the last row, next to a couple who were also studying, but their study materials were about human physiology.

  They were originally sitting in two seats, but ended up with two people sitting in one seat. The man sat on the chair and the woman sat on the man's lap. The man's hand reached into the girl's clothes from her waist.

  Judging from the changing shape of girls' chests, men are conducting in-depth research.

  "Be careful, someone is watching, ah." The girl looked at Yang Zongbao with embarrassment and whispered to the boy behind her.

  "Then let him watch."

  The boy said this towards Yang Zongbao's direction. After finishing, his hand retreated from the girl's top and entered the girl's skirt. Because it was summer, most girls wore skirts, so it was easy to succeed.

  "No, no, don't, let me go." The girl's body had already gone limp, her upper body leaning forward, both hands pressed against the table, her face flushed red, and her eyes seemed to be shining with tears, clearly she was already moved emotionally, now only using her last bit of rationality to resist.

  "Let me go, I'm fine, but will you promise?" Hehe.

  The boy lifted the girl up, and in an instant, her snow-white thighs were exposed. As they fell back down, the two were already intimately close. The boy let out a long sigh, the girl let out a soft "mmm", her calf slightly trembling, her toes touching the ground...

  Yang Zongbao thought that such scenes were everywhere, fortunately this was a tiered classroom, and except for himself in the last row, there was no one else. However, the boy sitting in front of the couple seemed to have noticed, his face red with embarrassment, but he couldn't bear to leave.

  "You, hurry up." The girl was immersed in desire while nervously looking around.

  "Do you want it fast or slow?" The boy teased with a mischievous smile.

  The girl was already incoherent, it was clear that the man below had given herself a strong shock and could no longer hold on.

  "So you're here after all?"

  The sound of breaking scenery rose, and Yang Zongbao looked up to see Sparrow Girl standing at the door.

  Sparrow girl saw Yang Zongbao and ran to him, taking three steps as two, and said: "So you're also here for self-study? Me too."

  Very tacky pickup line. Yang Zongbao glanced at the couple next to him, who were in an extremely awkward situation. Although the girl's skirt was covering them, anyone with eyes could see what was going on. The boy had a bright red face and big drops of sweat rolling down his cheeks. The girl was stiff and couldn't move. Many people studying noticed the commotion in the back row, some looked disgusted, some made lewd comments, and others had playful expressions.

  The boy suddenly pushed the girl away, pulled up his pants and said to Yang Zongbao: "You remember this." Then he walked away.

  The girl also smoothed her skirt, picked up the book that hadn't been turned a page on the desk, and hastily followed out of the classroom.

  Yang Zongbao was speechless, it wasn't like he had interrupted someone else's good fortune, why should he be held responsible? Looking at the sparrow woman's expression, she seemed completely unaware of her mistake, which might have ruined a man's life, and yet she smiled sweetly to herself.

  Yang Zongbao couldn't stand being the center of attention and had no choice but to say to the girl in front of him, "Classmate, I still need to study. Can you please leave?"

  The sparrow girl's nerves were extremely tough. Most girls would be shy when spoken to like that, but she had her own explanation: "How can you treat people like this? We're so familiar with each other, you can't just deny it."

  Yang Zongbao stared at the abdominal black line in front of him, feeling a headache. He really didn't like this kind of messy entanglement. Perhaps in other men's eyes, such a small and delicate apple-like girl was very likable, but Yang Zongbao had no love for her whatsoever. The reason was simple: to Yang Zongbao, women should be gentle as water, elegant and refined.

  "It's that pervert." Someone in the classroom suddenly recognized Yang Zongbao as the protagonist of the circulating pornographic video.

  As soon as he was called out, the classroom erupted into a commotion, with people constantly taking out their mobile phones to compare. Some even took out their phones to take pictures. The scene was chaotic for a while.

  "Look who's here, you've become a celebrity!" The sparrow woman's cheerful voice was echoed by the onlookers.

  Although Sparrow's face was wreathed in a sweet smile, Yang Zongbao detested her extremely.

  "You know I'll spare your life if you agree to my terms, how about it?" the sparrow woman mouthed at Yang Zongbao.

  Pervert.

  Yang Zongbao's voice was neither loud nor soft, just right for everyone in the classroom to hear.

  The azalea's face collapsed in an instant.

  "Alright, alright, you want to mess with me? Let's see about that." Dujuan shot back fiercely.

  "Anytime, I'll accompany you."

  Yang Zongbao finished speaking, tidied up his books and left the classroom. Leaving behind only Du Juan with a resentful expression.

  It's really only women and children who are difficult to raise. Didn't he just ignore that woman, did he need to pursue her so relentlessly? Must he humor every woman who comes along? Yang Zongbao disliked such self-righteous women and had no interest in appeasing them.

  ……

  Yang Zongbao's dormitory was also low-pressure. Mei Wenxin was lying on the sofa, distractedly watching TV. Zhang Lanfeng sat on one side, feeling very annoyed. Ma Xiaojian and Yu Tiennan didn't know where they went. Anyway, now only Mei Wenxin and Zhang Lanfeng were left alone together.

  "Little Mei." It was unexpected that Zhang Lanfeng didn't call Mei a warm wife.

  "Hmm." Mei Wenxi always looked at the door and had no desire to talk to Zhang Lanfeng.

  "Have you fallen for Yang Zongbao?" Zhang Lanfeng asked directly, without beating around the bush.

  "How is this possible? Are you crazy?" Mei Wenxiang's words denied it, but her flustered expression had already betrayed her.

  Zhang Lanfeng had already counted in his heart, and now it didn't make any sense anymore. However, don't worry, he could wait, just like those men before, all of whom were defeated by himself. This one was no exception.

  Mei Wenxin was suddenly asked, her heart racing faster, although she denied it with her mouth, but in her heart, she was still uncertain. Indeed, seeing Yang Zongbao would give her a strange feeling, but she wasn't sure if it was an emotion. Mei Wenxin was now also in a state of confusion.

  Yang Zongbao had no idea that someone was worried about him. When he returned to the dormitory, he just symbolically greeted Mei Wenxin.

  "How come you're back so early?" Zhang Lanfeng was still in his pseudo-feminine pose. But he's always like that, and Yang Zongbao didn't notice anything different, so he casually replied: "No seats."

  He went in to take a shower and came out with his shirt off, not showing any restraint because there was a woman in the living room. To Yang Zongbao, as long as it was a woman he didn't like, she wasn't considered the opposite sex.

  Yang Zongbao found that Zhang Lanfeng looked at himself too many times, a chill ran down his spine, wouldn't he have taken a liking to himself? He was a normal straight guy after all.

  Rushed back to the room, still set up a recliner on the balcony, and continued reading his book "Acupuncture". The understanding is good, but there's something not quite right. For example, anyone can understand the literal meaning, but when it comes to actual acupuncture, there are differences in terms of force, speed, and perception of meridians, which rely on individual intuition.

  In ancient China, there was only traditional Chinese medicine, but why has it been able to exist for so long? There is a necessity in the midst of coincidence. In medical schools nowadays, as long as traditional Chinese medicine is recognized by society, it is generally lower than Western medicine. This does not mean that traditional Chinese medicine has declined, on the contrary, traditional Chinese medicine, as a discipline with thousands of years of inheritance, has its own unique charm. However, this charm is not possessed by the traditional Chinese medicine doctors who are mass-produced in modern traditional Chinese medicine colleges.

  Generally, TCM masters first study the national learning, and have a certain understanding of the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as the I Ching and the Eight Trigrams. This is equivalent to our Western medicine students studying some physiology, biochemistry, pathology and other basic subjects before studying clinical medicine. For TCM, the Four Books and Five Classics are the foundation, the I Ching and the Eight Trigrams are the foundation, and even the so-called empty and mysterious Feng Shui theory is also a foundation.

  The inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine requires such strict requirements, and now even the traditional Chinese medicine colleges themselves do not have any national masters who can be taken out. How can we talk about cultivating students? It's no wonder that today's traditional Chinese medicine students are not valued. Traditional Chinese medicine doesn't care if you read books or not, even if you haven't attended school for a day, as long as there is a real master to teach you hand in hand, it can be taught. The problem lies in the fact that it requires hand-in-hand teaching, not lecturing in large classes.

  While flipping through "Acupuncture", he listened to the first half of "Requiem" and casually lit a cigarette, Yang Zongbao fell into the book again.

  "Why does he only like listening to the first half?" Mei Wenxin asked Zhang Lanfeng, while resenting Yang Zongbao for not taking herself seriously.

  "I don't know, it's been weird since the first day, a weirdo. Wife, let's not talk about him, let's go out for a stroll." Zhang Lanfeng's body twisted like a doughnut.

  "Can't you stop calling me wife?" Mei Wenxin pushed Zhang Lanfeng, her eyes darting towards Yang Zongbao's room, as if afraid he might have heard.

  "Why?! You're my wife, wife, wife......" Zhang Lanfeng refused to give in, his voice growing louder with each repetition.

  "Alright, Zhang Lanfeng, I hope you understand that we've grown up together since childhood. You used to call me 'wife' without any issues back then, but now that we're older, it's not good for others to misunderstand. To me, you're just like a brother, so please stop this." Mei Wenxin firmly and seriously said, stopping Zhang Lanfeng's nonsense.

  "I... I hate you." Zhang Lanfeng covered his face and rushed out the door.

  That little appearance is indeed deeply ingrained in people's minds as a fake girl, and it can't be changed for this lifetime.

  "Did you hear?" Mei Wenxi stood at the door of Yang Zongbao's room.

  Yang Zongbao's eyes did not leave the book and said: "I heard."

  Mei Wenxi's lips were bitten, and the rest of the words couldn't be said: "You..."

  "What does it have to do with me?" Yang Zongbao finally put down his book and looked straight at Mei Wenxin.

  "Why doesn't it matter, you clearly know I..."