After hesitating for a while, Lin Zhishu called Jiang Yu.

"Is there anything wrong with Mr. Lin?"

Jiang Yu was just reminding Xinxin to have breakfast, but after answering it, he was puzzled and he only spoke five minutes ago.

At that time, he must have finished everything. After only five minutes, President Lin called back. This was impossible before.

"Sister Jiang, Shen Chong said he would come here in the afternoon to take Xinxin to learn painting."

Jiang Yu nodded, thinking that since the matter is related to Shen Chong, there is no need to be surprised.

Based on her understanding of Lin Zhishu, she immediately derived the answer, "Okay, I know."

Lin Zhishu's hand holding the phone suddenly tightened. I didn't even say it, you know?

Sister Jiang, what do you know!

"It just so happened that I was in the company in the afternoon. Since Shen Chongren came to help, I would contact him after lunch and let him take over. I will go directly to the company."

Lin Zhishu stared at him and exerted force with his five fingers.

Her mind was so beautiful that Sister Jiang’s way of opening her ideas was completely different from what she wanted to express!

What should I do?

"Uh, Mr. Lin, do you have anything else?"

Jiang Yu waited for a long time without waiting for the movement, and asked again.

Lin Zhishu pinched his forehead and said, "It's nothing, it's all this, so I'll just die first."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhishu rubbed his temples violently. He felt so tired and angry, but he was so helpless.

You can't slap Sister Jiang in the face, saying that you have completely misunderstood. I want you to help me monitor Shen Chong to see if he and art teacher Feng Chuxue have any signs in that regard, right?

How can I say such jealous words?

What's more, I agreed at the beginning and took the initiative to contact Feng Chuxue.

This may make Sister Jiang laugh and make her internal injuries.

Lin Zhishu remembered the information about Feng Chuxue that he sent someone to find and collect.

A little girl who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts is a bit small and cute, has innocent resumes, and has rich teaching experience. She has taught classes in major parks and squares in Shu City, and has a great reputation.

She went out for a while ago and saw more and more knowledge, and has only been back in the past few days.

It's gone, that's all.

Oh, and a few photos of her college days and teaching classes in East Side Park a year ago.

She is pretty small and cute and quite likable.

But it’s really not that Lao Lin is arrogant. The person shown in Feng Chuxue’s previous photos is not a little worse than his appearance, figure, and temperament.

So she did not regard Feng Chuxue as a potential competitor at all, and she did not think that Shen Chong would ignore Xinxin's feelings, so she found a stepmother for Xinxin.

Because of this, since Xinxin was still obsessed with it before, Lao Lin simply settled Feng Chuxue and asked Jiang Yu to call the other party for the semester through WeChat.

But so far, neither Lin Zhishu nor Jiang Yu have actually seen Feng Chuxue.

Otherwise, Lao Lin would probably understand how the inexplicable sense of crisis came about.

Feng Chuxue's facial features are still the same as before, but her temperament is different. Only Shen Chong, a straight-boy who loves two-dimensional girls, doesn't have much feelings.

After a long time, Mr. Lin finally pulled out of her thoughts that she thought was ridiculous and decisively blamed Shen Chong for everything in her heart.

It’s all the blame for that guy. If you want to see Xinxin, just go directly. Why did you report me? It also caused me to have the illusion that I wanted to see Teacher Kurasue, which made me feel delicious and restless.

What a bastard!

etc……

Could this guy have done it on purpose?

He knew I would think a lot, so he deliberately made me keep him tight?

The legendary tactic of hard to get!

How could he have such high-end skills? Sister Jiang must have taught him!

It was so dangerous, I almost got hit, go and go.

Lin Zhishu waved his hand and dispersed all the thoughts in his heart like a flies, which was considered relief.

I had no idea that I had come and go through the gate of hell countless times in just ten minutes. I stayed at home for a rare morning and looked around the Internet, so I was so happy.

He sometimes browsed the Demon-Slaying Forum to see if there were any pearls of the sea about the strange fragrance.

After returning home without success, he focused on the idle houses or open land nearby, wanting to see if he could rent a suitable piece of land, sign a long-term contract, and buy a ranch.

But not long after, he gave up the idea. If he wanted to run a ranch, he had to ask for land. The land is not cheap now.

He didn't want to set the ranch too far, so the closer he had to Runyayuan, the better. After all, Lao Lin had no intention of moving away for a while.

The land here is even more expensive. With his current seven-digit assets, it is a dream to build a small farm farm in the ring outside the Third Ring Road of Shudu.

What's more, Shen Chong also needs to have a long-term contract. Once he wants to do it, he will have to rent it for at least ten years.

Otherwise, if the ranch is renovated, it will take a large number of animals to move in less than a year or two?

I'm not a nomad!

In fact, he has another idea, which is to find a demon-killing investment, but once this happens, will he get half of the merit value?

What's more, the Confidentiality Department was cheated so hard because of the matter of Feng Chuxue. It would be nice to not get beaten up, and it was also investing.

He worked hard all over the morning, but he achieved nothing. Later, he opened his mind and left his horse free, and his nature was revived.

As the protagonist's fate, he actually went online to browse Weibo and chat on WeChat and added QQ randomly. He downloaded two small games and didn't have time to play them. All the whole morning was wasted.

If everyone in the Science and Information Office finds that the strongest password is deciphered in three days and overcomes the technical difficulties of backboard patches in seven or eight days, and often raises his hand and finds an invincible script from his crotch, he wasted his time like this, so this group of people can stab his waist and eyes with a knife, and they have to force him to do something.

After dinner, Shen Chong whistled to Runyayuan, and he also carved his laptop.

Walking halfway, he subconsciously recited poems.

It was not that he became a literary scholar, but that some information that could be seen everywhere on social networks touched his heart.

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. They want to break their souls and want to break their souls..."

Although there are many differences between the two different worlds, the seasons and festivals are quite coincidentally the same.

Now that Qingming Festival is approaching, I don’t know who is taking the lead. The discussion on Qingming Festival worshipping ancestors on the Internet is rampant, and the atmosphere is extremely strong.

Some people use the past to describe the present, while others write new jokes or write new words.

Thanks to the world's super strong entertainment level, even a joke that ordinary enthusiasts raise their hands can touch the softness in the hearts of readers.

Shen Chong, a foreigner, plunged into the social network just when the opportunity happened, and was inevitably infected.

He missed homesick.

He had no friends in his previous life, but had family.

After being reborn in this life, I have made many friends in the demon-slaying world, and I am no longer as closed-minded as before in the social circle of ordinary people.

But he has no family in this life.

Others can go back to their hometown with their parents to worship their ancestors and burn paper to worship their graves during Qingming Festival.

This is not superstition, but a spiritual sustenance.

People have to suffer so much and suffer so much in their lives. Many of these sufferings and sins cannot be told to live family and friends, and they can only hide them in their hearts.

Then, while worshiping ancestors and tombs, tell these pains in your heart to the ancestors who didn’t know whether they really existed, then remove the burden on your shoulders and go into battle lightly again.

But Shen Chong had nowhere to go, and no one could accompany him.

Should I go back to my hometown to burn incense for my predecessor’s parents?

But if a person really has a next life, or has a soul after death, will my hermit crab hidden in his body be discovered and discovered?

Can they recognize this "fake son"?

Also, even though my parents are still alive in another world, I am truly unfilial to burn incense and pay tribute to them, right?

This was simply a heavy ethical test, which made him fascinated, so that he unconsciously recited this poem.

"Hey, where did you come from this poem? Why haven't I heard it?"

At this moment, a crisp question sounded beside him.

Shen Chong turned his head, Feng Chuxue came quietly behind him at some point, and walked together on the shaded path of Runya Garden.

Shen Chaoshi is very embarrassed. Why did he catch him by secretly showing off his elegance?

Could it be that I will go around in a big circle and still have to take the path of copying the public from now on?

"How is this poem?"

He decided to bypass the topic, and I couldn't tell her that she was brought from another world.

Feng Chuxue thought for a while, "It's okay, it's a bit of everyone's style, what about the next two sentences?"
To be continued...