Although Lin Qingyin can do divination, she couldn’t figure out why Yu Chengze desperately trying to pull his hair just to convince her.
Lin Qingyin’s focused in mind was very simple both in her past and present life. In her previous life, there were only two things she focused on in her life “cultivation” and “numerology”. In this life, she likes more things than in her previous life. Aside from “cultivation” and “numerology”, she also likes “food”, “making money” and “fortune-telling”.
Needless to say, for her, food was the ultimate enjoyment from the taste buds up to the soul. It has become one of the most important things in her life. Making money was also a very enjoyable thing for her. Only when she has money she can buy jades that can improve her cultivation and buy all kinds of delicacies she wanted to eat. Not to mention, only when she has money she can make her life comfortable and feel happy.
Now, Lin Qingyin always checked her balance in WeChat, Alipay, and bank card every night before going to bed. There was no need to ask how happy she was when she looked at those series of digit numbers.
Fortune-telling was now the thing that can make Lin Qingyin feel a sense of accomplishment. In her previous life, all of her divinations were heavenly secrets and all the deductions were mostly out of great ways. Heaven and earth were not benevolent and everyone must be like a humble dog. She has to exhaust her mind to derive herself from the cold heaven. But fortune-telling to ordinary people was different. Because they were ordinary people, everyone has different worries and different things to ask for divination. Lin Qingyin can feel the joy, anger, and sorrow in they heart when doing fortune-telling for them.
Lin Qingyin has never encountered these novel experiences before. After experiencing them, her life became more rich and lively.
Teacher Yu Chengze wanted her to join the math competition, but this was not linked to her three interests. So she can’t think of a reason to participate in this competition.
Is this something she wants to do? Is the food in the canteen no longer tasty? Is fortune-telling no longer fun? Is it not fun to make money? Does she want to spend her day in another school to attend an intensive training class? Absolutely no!
Looking at Lin Qingyin’s straightforward and confident expression on her face, Yu Chengze was helpless. He could talk well with others, but he couldn’t do anything with the Little Master.
“Well, go back and think about it again. If you figure it out, just say a word, and I will pay you a lot of time to make up for the rest of the lesson.”
Lin Qingyin hesitated for a moment. In fact, it was a good thing to learn the lessons in mathematics in advance. After all, the progress of mathematics teaching in the second year of high school was too slow for her. But she only wanted to study in advance, not to participate in any Olympic competition.
“Teacher Yu, if you can, please give me a set of math books for the second semester of high school and the third year of high school. I want to learn by myself in advance.”
Yu Chengze breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed: “Okay, I’ll find a set for you tomorrow.”
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It took two days to take the monthly test and another two days for correcting the test papers. It was already the weekend when all these were finished. For Lin Qingyin, the weekend was the day for making up English lessons and fortune-telling.
Yang Dashuai, the English Tutor, whenever he saw Lin Qingyin before, he had headaches. But now, he was full of enthusiasm, which made Lin Qingyin a little bit overwhelmed. Aside from preparing the necessary teaching materials for class, he also prepared cakes, cut fruits, and drinks, for fear that Lin Qingyin would be hungry.
Lin Qingyin used to be strict in calculating the time in English class before, for fear of wasting a minute and a second. But now that she earned back her tuition fee after helping Yang Dashuia solved his problem, her attitude towards learning English was not as urgent as before. After sitting down, she picked up the spoon and ate the cake.
Yang Dashuai had been holding all his words to himself for a week. So after seeing Lin Qingyin this time, he couldn’t help but talk: “Little Master, thank you for what happened last time. But you see, I still can’t sleep well these days. When I close my eyes, I feel like Li Siyu is standing behind me. I think I still have a psychological shadow.”
Lin Qingyin casually flicked her finger in between his eyebrows and then continued to dig the strawberry cake: “It’s okay, you won’t have any nightmares when you go back today.”
Yang Dashuai was very happy. He sat next to Lin Qingyin and whispered to her: “Little Master, may I introduce you to a business?”
Lin Qingyin’s eyes lit up when she heard the word business: “What kind of business?”