Mentor

Author: Yishu
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Publish Date: 2005-05-01
Features: The master often them: People cannot be judged by appearance. When wandering the world, one must be on guard against three types of people: beautiful children, children, and the elderly. The more innocent they seem, the more formidable they are. A person must live no matter what. A person can survive no matter where they go. One thing I hate the most is harming fellow disciples. Whoever strikes first is the, unforgivable, understand? Yulu said coldly, "Until now, she doesn’t know about my relationship with you." Qin Cong turned around abruptly: "If you want her to know, it’s not difficult. Just run to the mountain and shout loudly. The whole city will hear." Yulu remained silent, her childlike face showing resentment and bitterness. Qin Cong took his coat and went out. Yulu walked into the room and looked at her senior sister, whispering softly, "You’re smarter than me, more beautiful, more capable, and better in everything. Just leave the sect, so I can escape your shadow." She imitated the master’s voice, eerily well, with a sinister feeling: "Ah, Yulu, that’s not right. Your blows are still too heavy. Let Jin Ping show you once." Then, she sat down, her eyes filled with loneliness. Jin Ping slept all day and didn’t hear anything. The next morning, Qin Cong woke up for work. He said to Jin Ping, "It’s better to work at Microsoft; it can support the family too." He also longed for a normal life. Jin Ping smiled faintly. "It’s just that I have to get up early every day and my lips and tongue get dry." He still missed his old life. "Giselle at the reception desk asked if I’m free this afternoon." "That’s great," Jin Ping smiled. "It seems you’re not jealous at all." Jin Ping nodded, "That’s indeed one of my biggest flaws." Yulu teased, "I hope I have the temperament of my senior sister." In the afternoon, Jin Ping went to find Shen Jinghua next door. He had everything ready and could leave at any time. "You weren’t feeling well yesterday? I smelled medicine." Across the wall, they knew. "If you want to see Professor Qi, I’ll go with you." "You read my thoughts like reading a book." He sighed, "I’m also reading, looking up words in the dictionary, memorizing characters. It was so hard, I never thought I’d get this far." Jin Ping smiled politely. "Parents are urging me to go home. There are some problems in the business, and there’s a land dispute." "Will it come to swords and guns?" He didn’t answer. "I’ll leave in the morning tomorrow. I’ll come see you when I have time." They arrived at the Qi family and realized it was a tea party, with over ten classmates present, celebrating Professor Qi’s international award. They jointly gave a crystal paperweight, blue, shaped like a globe, with the five continents clearly visible, clouds floating above. Jin Ping couldn’t help but hold it, fascinated. She and Shen Jinghua blended in with the students, and no one noticed they weren’t Professor Qi’s disciples. Qi Chu was a handsome middle-aged man, clearly of Eurasian descent. Though he wasn’t young, he still had a dashing figure, was talkative and cheerful. He didn’t recognize Jin Ping but had a good impression the moment he saw her. He said, "You must be a disciple of Chen Meini from the 1998 class. Meini is a strict teacher, and good teachers produce outstanding students." A female classmate immediately said, "It’s unlucky to have a teacher who counts the number of words in assignments."