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    Chapter 6: 8th Generation Descendant of a Fortune-Telling Family

    Zhou Zhou, clutching a stack of heavy books, walked along the corridor on the 3rd floor of Teaching Building towards the classroom, his footsteps gradually becoming lighter.

    Su Wanxing, holding a book in her arms, hesitated for a long time before stopping and asking, “Do you know that man from just now?”

    Zhou Zhou turned his head with difficulty, his eyes flashing slightly. He raised the corners of his mouth and started to make up a story, “Actually, my real identity is the 8th Generation Descendant of a Fortune-Telling Family.”

    “Huh? So what?” Su Wanxing looked blank.

    Zhou Zhou sighed and explained slowly, “That man’s name is Pei Yanlie. In his previous life, he was the prince of a fallen empire, and you were his destined one. Unfortunately, you didn’t end up together even in death. Heaven was moved by your tragic love, so it gave me a dream to come and help you, so you can continue your love story.”

    Su Wanxing: …

    She bit her lower lip tightly, hot tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffled and said in a muffled voice, “No wonder my heart felt like it was building a bridge when I saw him for the first time, shaking violently.”

    “Yeah, that’s a good metaphor. It proves that your love for him still exists.”

    Zhou Zhou took a step back, the mountain of books swaying with him. He leaned closer to her and comforted her, “Don’t cry, I’ll help you. You just need to listen to my arrangements, and you’ll definitely be able to throw yourself into his arms and become a loving family with him.”

    Su Wanxing quickly dodged the books tilting towards her, her face flushed red. She blinked her wet, big eyes and asked softly, “How can you prove that you’re not talking nonsense?”

    “Ahem, the first thing you thought when you saw that man was: ‘Damn, what a handsome man!'”

    Su Wanxing’s face instantly turned bright red. She looked at him in disbelief, her almond-shaped eyes wide.

    She clutched the book in her arms tightly and asked awkwardly, “How do you know?”

    Zhou Zhou put on a profound expression and said in a deep voice, “Heaven’s secrets cannot be revealed.”

    “Also, you were in that traffic accident on Fengmin Avenue yesterday, right? You were on the No. 07 green bus, and the old man sitting next to you had his face pierced by broken glass. You were so scared that you fled in a hurry, squeezed into the crowd. Hmm, even your bra strap was squeezed off.”

    Knowing such private things, it seemed that this person was not lying.

    Su Wanxing’s expression changed unpredictably. She only felt a stuffy feeling stuck in her chest, unable to go up or down. She stood awkwardly on the spot, feeling somewhat at a loss.

    “What are you whispering about there? Do you still want to go to class or not!” Qu Jing stood at the classroom door, scolding with a dark face.

    “Praising you for being handsome.” Zhou Zhou raised his foot and walked towards him, poking his head out from the mountain of books and grinning.

    “All talk and no action, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you have good grades.” Qu Jing turned and walked into the classroom, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.

    Zhou Zhou’s college entrance examination scores were in the top ten in the class, especially his English scores were very good. Qu Jing was very satisfied with this.

    He himself was an English teacher, so he would naturally value good seedlings.

    Zhou Zhou put the books on the podium, and walked slowly back to his seat, with Qu Jing giving him a meaningful look.

    He inherited the original Zhou Zhou’s memories, and also inherited his skills.

    As a Starry Sky New Human, he mastered n languages, and English was naturally not a problem.

    So, before Qu Jing even started the lesson, he was already lying on the table, snoring.

    Last night, he was afraid that he would suddenly die in bed, so he stubbornly stayed up all night.

    Now that he calmed down, drowsiness swept over him in an instant, and he fell asleep in less than two minutes.

    In the quiet classroom, a snoring sound grew louder and louder.

    The corners of Qu Jing’s mouth twitched wildly, his eyes were about to burst, and he walked towards Zhou Zhou with a cane in hand in front of everyone.

    “Hey, hey, wake up, Old Qu is coming.” The deskmate wearing black-framed glasses couldn’t bear to watch, and secretly pushed Zhou Zhou’s arm, whispering.

    Zhou Zhou frowned his thick eyebrows, his thin lips parted slightly, muttering, “Where’s the crow cawing in my ear.”

    The glasses man paused, his face darkened, and he sat up straight, ignoring Zhou Zhou.

    Kindness is wasted on him, don’t blame me for not reminding you when you get hit later.

    With a loud “slap,” the cane struck the glasses man’s desk.

    The glasses man widened his eyes, looking confused, “?”

    “As a deskmate, you have the obligation to supervise him to study hard, instead of standing by and doing nothing!”

    What the hell?! What kind of twisted logic is this?

    The glasses man’s face flushed red, but he didn’t dare to be angry or speak. His expression was as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

    Zhou Zhou was awakened by the slapping sound. He opened his eyes, glanced around, sat up and yawned, looking listless.

    “Deskmate, what bad things did you do that you got hit with a cane?”

    He tilted his head and lowered his eyes, looking at his deskmate with a mushroom head and thick black-framed glasses, and casually asked.

    The next second, the cane hit his desk, scaring Zhou Zhou so much that his sleepiness disappeared instantly.

    Qu Jing walked up to him, gnashing his teeth and cursing, “Sleep, sleep, sleep! If you have the ability, just lie here and sleep all day!”

    Zhou Zhou looked directly at him, his arms folded, his chair tilted back against the wall, his toes against the table, crossing his legs and shaking them a few times.

    His cocky attitude made Qu Jing’s face twist.

    Zhou Zhou raised his eyebrows, “Since the teacher has spoken, how dare I disobey.”

    After speaking, he closed his eyes, acting as if he was being very obedient.

    Qu Jing was helpless and couldn’t really hit him, so he threatened, “Zhou Zhou, right? I’ve remembered you. If your score drops by ten places in the next monthly exam, you can get out of Class A1.”

    “Oh, got it.”

    Zhou Zhou didn’t care about what he said. He had already graduated from college in his previous life, and now that he was starting over, he didn’t have the hobby to continue studying.

    He just wanted to lie flat and be a salted fish, eating, drinking, playing, finding a beautiful woman to fall in love with, and by the way, fulfill his long-cherished wish.

    After Qu Jing returned to the podium, he opened his eyes and looked at his deskmate who was exuding resentment.

    “What’s your name? Your mushroom head is even more flamboyant than my hairstyle.” He blinked and seriously commented.

    The glasses man pretended not to hear and took notes seriously with his pen.

    Zhou Zhou put down his feet, sat up straight, took his notebook with one hand and flipped through it.

    “You’re Chen Qihang?!” he exclaimed.

    Qu Jing slammed the table and shouted angrily, “Zhou Zhou! If you’re not listening to the class, get out!”

    “Sorry, sorry, I was too excited, I’ll shut up.”

    After speaking, he half-lay on the table, propping his cheek with one hand, and looked up and down at his deskmate.

    It’s strange, the white lotus female lead’s simp is actually also in Class A1.

    Thinking of this person’s tragic end, he smacked his lips twice, daring to steal a woman from the male lead, admire, admire.

    The simp’s other identity is the hacker “Zhǎn shén”, who is famous on the internet. He once invaded the male lead’s company and stole confidential documents, causing the male lead to lose tens of billions.

    Just because he knew how to make money, Zhou Zhou had the idea of ​​recruiting him.

    “The delicate and thorny white lotus flower of the female lead is not suitable for you. If you don’t want to have your tongue pulled out and thrown under the bridge, follow me, Brother Zhou will take you to enjoy delicious and spicy food.”

    Chen Qihang tilted his head and glanced at his mumbling deskmate, secretly complaining: Weirdo, lunatic.

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