Two days later, until Xia Yu drove Guan Gu and the other two to the stress relief training class, Xia Yu had never seen the little dragon man from Mijia.

Mika didn't even show any of it, she should eat and sleep.

Xia Yu remembers that the plot of Mika and Xiaolongren in the original drama is the same episode as Teacher Zeng and others participating in the stress relief class. According to the substitution in the real world, these two events should have happened at the same time.

And Mika also wore a very generous dress.

But Xia Yu has only seen half of it now - Mijia wearing this dress, he has only seen Mijia. He has never seen her clothes before.

"Xia Yu, are you a little nervous?"

"Hmm? Why do you say that?"

"Your steering wheel is trembling." Teacher Zeng was also trembling: "Driving well. Otherwise, we would never have the concept of stress relief training class."

Xia Yu laughed dryly, came back to his senses and drove seriously, and said, "I'm not nervous. I'm just distracted."

Teacher Zeng shouted sharply: "This sounds even more terrifying!"

Guan Gu slapped Xia Yu's seat and shouted: "Driving seriously! I don't want to die here! Why do I feel more stressed! Didn't I go to participate in a stress relief training class? Why are the pressure getting bigger and bigger!"

Youyou said, "Why don't Xia Yu drive the car for me. I just took the driver's license and haven't been on the pass yet."

Xia Yu twitched his lips. He remembered that Youyou almost got backwards and crashed into the store in the 4S store in Season 4. He hurriedly replied: "No, no need Youyou. I can drive by myself. Don't worry, I'm very harmless when driving."

As Xia Yu said, he drove the car safely to the floor of the pressure-relieving training class.

[Xia Yu: Actually, my little heart is still struggling with whether I remember the script wrongly. But the Youyou behind me is eyeing my driving position, Alexander.]

"Okay, get off the bus. It's still early before class time. You guys go and take a seat first. I want to buy a bottle of happy water first."

"Oh, okay. Then hurry up."

In front of the convenience store.

"Sell cut cakes, sell cut cakes! Young man, buy a cut cake!"

Xia Yudunzu smiled at the stall of a man with a hunk in front of the door and said, "Uncle, I see that your appearance should be a fortune teller, right?"

Huang Huifeng was stunned and smiled and said, "Oh! You can see this! Could it be that you are also a fellow Taoist! It seems that we are Taoist couples, little brothers."

"Who is a Taoist partner with you? That's called a Taoist fellow."

Xia Yu gently brushed the non-existent goatee and smiled at Huang Huifeng and said, "Fortune tellers these days should also read more and learn new technologies. I have taught all the political textbooks in junior high and high school, so I have to use new media networks to tell fortunes."

[Huang Huifeng: Isn’t this young man a fool? Could it be that he is too immersed in the role? Or is he just a fool?]

"It seems that this fellow Taoist is a little suspicious of me."

Xia Yu put his hand on the cake cutting cart, took the rubber stool under the car and sat down, and smiled at Huang Huifeng and said, "It's rare for people to be destined to be, and they are all people on the road. I... ah, the young student will help you calculate it for free?"

"Young man, why did you learn my accent?"

"The director said that speaking like a charlatan is more like a charlatan. Don't talk nonsense, take it with you, and I will go to a stress relief training class later."

"Oh, OK."

Huang Huifeng said to Xia Yu: "But we can't just tell fortunes. Should we make a bet? This is what we can be considered as a world of martial arts."

Xia Yu smiled with interest and said, "Okay. How do you bet?"

Huang Huifeng said: "If you said mine wrongly, then you have to buy my car of cut cakes! If you said right, then how about I help you with a fortune-telling for free?"

"Add another massage." Xia Yu said: "I have already seen that you can still massage!"

Huang Huifeng was shocked and secretly comforted himself that Xia Yu was deduced by looking at the calluses on his hands that were raised by massages on his bones for years.

Detective Conan has such an operation.

Huang Huifeng responded very simply: "Okay, that's OK." His cake cut and a set of massage bones cost about the same price. It's so fair.

Xia Yu chuckled a few times in his heart.

Huang Huifeng's fortune-telling and massage levels have been verified in the original work. Fortune-telling calculated that Teacher Zeng was suffering from bloody disasters, and Teacher Zeng was kicked out of internal injuries by Yifei.

Teacher Zeng only learned a little bit of massage and was able to help Yifei sprain his ankle to correct the bone after just a few days.

If it is Huang Hui, Feng Ben, Feng, and Feng, the effect will definitely be very good.

I saved a set of money, and as long as I spent another part of the money, I could ask Huang Huifeng to help them with massage. Yu Mo and I have worked very hard recently.

Xia Yu thought to himself.

Huang Huifeng took the initiative to hand Xia Yu, but the latter put his hands in his sleeves. He looked at Huang Huifeng and stretched out his hand and smiled disdainfully: "Sorry, I have practiced to the level where I don't need to take my gestures to tell fortunes."

[Xia Yu: Who can touch an uncle's hand? If it is replaced by a single female under 25 years old, the hands of a suitable age are almost the same.]

"I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Well, look."

Xia Yu smiled and said to Huang Huifeng: "Your name is Huang Huifeng, from Fujian. He is known as massage of bone-correcting thunderbolt hands, and he can also do snail wine and put a film on a mobile phone!"

"I'll go! Young man, you check your household registration!!"

Huang Huifeng originally thought that the other party could just say some speculative terms that would definitely encounter in his future life.

For example, if you say that a girl will have a bloodbath, if you say that you need to control it, don’t drink too much and smoke or something, you will be sure of it.

But Xia Yu said all of these characters in his opinion!

"Are you peeking at the script? Director! Director!" Huang Huifeng really wanted to shout like this.

"I'm willing to accept the loss. I'll help me calculate my fortune. I'll give me the mobile phone number and I need your door-to-door service to contact you."

Taking advantage of the script, Xia Yu showed off a big show, and he became very happy.

If Yu Mo and others were asked to find out here, someone had regained the bad smile that he loved to slander people.

He is willing to accept the loss of the bet, and Huang Huifeng is not cheating.

He earns a lot of money seriously, such as if he believes it for free and doesn’t believe it.

But... Huang Huifeng still feels distressed!

Looking at Huang Huifeng's hesitant expression, Xia Yu deliberately pulled out a long tone and asked, "You don't... want to cheat."

The provocation method was successful, Huang Huifeng said excitedly: "What a joke! Do you think I am a liar in the world! We intellectuals are so honest! Give me your hand!"

“Ok.”

Xia Yu simply handed his hand out, facing Huang Huifeng with his palm facing upwards.

Huang Huifeng pressed his finger on the tendon on Xia Yu's wrist: "Young man, your heart rate is a little fast. Have you been under too much work pressure recently? With this aromatherapy, your sleep quality soared at night. 60 per bottle."

"Is that right? I'll buy it."

Huang Huifeng laughed and took over the extra income, focusing on helping Xia Yu start fortune telling.
Chapter completed!