Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 792: Mr. Bo’s First Cup of Tea in Autumn
The eerie loop of time made Bao Gucheng, standing at the edge of the grave pit, have a deep and distant look.
It was as though there was an invisible thread always pulling him here, yet preventing him from seeing clearly.
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Keep digging until the coffin is open."
If his guess was correct and the people like Chen Long had indeed buried it again, then this grave pit arranged in a hexagram was far from ordinary.
No matter what, everything here had to end quickly; he had lingered in Qingcheng for too long, and he was a bit uneasy about the situation back in the capital of the Empire.
Opening his phone, he found that the phone watch of the little woman was on silent; checking the location immediately, it was at Imperial University.
The tightly furrowed brow finally relaxed slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up a bit.
Unexpectedly, the little woman was well-behaved in class and didn’t skip any lessons.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered a few days ago, Chen Long and others were sending each other messages in the group about the "first cup of milk tea in autumn." He never understood what it meant, but at this moment, thinking about her sitting in the classroom so earnestly and diligently listening to the lecture as the late summer turned to early autumn, receiving a freshly made and specially delivered tea must be delightful.
His mind finally cleared up for a moment, realizing what that oft-forwarded statement meant.
He had to be the first and only man to send her milk tea!
Bao Gucheng ordered a peach-flavored "Tea of Color" on the app, designated to be sent to the classroom of the Ancient Biology Department of the History College.
He swiped open the WeChat page, waiting for the sweet surprise feedback from the little woman.
Unexpectedly, after waiting and waiting, he did not get it, but instead received a call from the delivery guy: "Hello sir, the address for your delivery has no one to receive it. Do you want a refund or how should we handle it?"
No one to receive it?
Bao Gucheng looked at the phone watch location, Zuzi was clearly at Imperial University, how could there be no one to receive it?
"Look carefully at the address and deliver it again."
"Sir, I really looked at the address several times, and hey, there’s just an old guy dozing at the podium in the classroom, not a single student. When I went in, the dozing old man was startled awake and even muttered something...’Why are you three little devils back, finally tired of wandering outside and remember the old man?’ I was really dumbfounded, such a scary old man. How about you apply for a refund, sir."
"No refund. You wait!"
Bao Gucheng’s brow furrowed slightly again.
What scary old man, what little devils? Where was his little woman?
After all, being thousands of miles away, he couldn’t fly back immediately.
After a brief contemplation, he instructed Chen Long, who was staying in the capital: "Go to Imperial University immediately and find her."
Chen Long, who was developing and designing various "kiss emoji packs," was a bit puzzled upon receiving the order.
Her? Who is she? Miss Xi?
It’s been a long time since I saw Miss Xi, didn’t Mr. Bo break up with Miss Xi?
Could it be that Mr. Bo wants to get back together?
With a belly full of little question marks, Chen Long hurriedly rushed to Imperial University.
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While Chen Long was searching aimlessly like a headless chicken on the campus, in the Medical College, the intense competition was in full swing.
Sitting in the judges’ seat was Zuzi. Initially, everyone thought she was merely a flower vase placed there by Dean Chu due to some connections.
But when each team started diagnosing and consulting, her occasional lazy and casual comments instantly grabbed everyone’s attention.
"Being sore all over isn’t a disease. You’re just pregnant. Go check if your baby is kicking you too hard and do something about it."
"Ah, this isn’t vitiligo. Just grab some plantain and apply it, no need to buy medicine."
"This... the ancestor thinks you have a poverty illness. Work hard to get rich, and your illness will be cured."
