1271: C1271 I'm Not Being Biased

C1271 I'm Not Being Biased

Yeah, what do you teach?

Mo Nan thought for a while and finally said, "Today I will teach you how to identify the acupuncture points."

Most of the Martial Arts Graphs were marked with acupuncture points. They could not figure out the acupuncture points and could not even begin cultivating.

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly discovered something. He turned his head and said with a dark face, "Wushuang, it's mainly you. Stand still and don't run!"

Mo Nan did not know what to say. As the granddaughter of Ling Leesheng, she had been in contact with TCM for more than ten years and could not even recognize an acupuncture point. She was truly a disgrace to her family.

"Sigh."

Wushuang sighed. She looked sad. It was not that she did not want to remember, but she had tried to memorize it. Every time she tried to remember it, she would forget it.

Su Bingqing and Tang Xin, on the other hand, had already put on the appearance of a top student and made serious preparations for class.

However, Mo Nan understood in his heart that in the end, they could still maintain this attitude. I'm 80% sure Bingqing is the only one...

In other words, this had to start two days ago.

old rascal felt a lot of pressure in his heart. It was not just because he could not walk out of self-blame. He had always been optimistic. If it was the past, he would let it end.

However, ignoring Zhou Wei being captured, Bingqing aborting, these things. There was still an urgent matter waiting for him to deal with.

That was the problem of Bingqing's life expectancy.

He had estimated that if Bingqing did not cultivate, she could at most live for more than ten years. This sounded like a lot, but after careful calculation, in ten years, Bingqing would not even be 40 years old. Especially for someone like him who often disappeared for a period of time, ten years was really not a long time.

When Mo Nan thought that Bingqing would leave him, he could not accept it.

He had been fine before.

Most importantly, the group of people who sold cultivation resources to Lee Qing had gone missing recently. The source of cultivation resources had also been cut off. Adding on the fact that Bingqing's talent was too poor, he was worried that his hair would turn white.

So when Lee Qing finally sent over another batch of cultivation resources, she immediately began to urge Bing Qing to cultivate.

As for calling Wushuang and Tang Xin, it just did not raise Bingqing's suspicions. Why did she only urge them?

Fortunately, after two days of training, there was finally some good news.

Su Bingqing's talent was indeed poor, but diligence could make up for deficiencies. In terms of hard work, Bingqing's hard work could not be compared with Wushuang and Tang Xin's combined efforts.

old rascal was pleased. Naturally, he was in a good mood. In any case, anxiety could not solve anything. It was just making fun of himself.

It was more or less what he had guessed.

After the morning came, the sunlight reached the top of his head.

In the living room of the villa, Wushuang bit the pen and kept frowning. Tang Xin was sleepy and one hand supported her to not lie on the table, but Bingqing could already clearly point out dozens of acupuncture points on the statue.

"Take a rest."

Mo Nan said with a sigh of relief.

Bingqing sighed in relief. She had been away from school for years. She was used to giving orders to her employees. She felt uncomfortable being reprimanded by someone as a student.

However, she was the only one receiving such treatment.

In old rascal's words, Wushuang, she could do whatever she wanted. It was just that she did not want to learn anything related to medicine. Once she learned, her IQ would drop drastically. It was not that she did not work hard. It was because of her talent.

As for Tang Xin... Ah, Mo Nan remembered that when he was still sitting in the last row of the school, no one cared about him even if he slept in class.

Tang Xin was probably the same as him back then.

As for Bingqing, the top student, of course he had to catch her.

There was an excuse that Su Bingqing could not find any rebuttal here and she had no choice but to compromise.

Of course, this explanation was only for her to hear.

Wushuang was not stupid to that extent, but Mo Nan deliberately spoke faster. This girl bit a few pens, but she could not keep up. Mo Nan blamed himself several times in his heart...

And Tang Xin. old rascal felt so beautiful in his heart. This girl was so cooperative with him. He never thought that she would cooperate with him so well.

Previously, when he said that he wanted to teach Bing Qing cultivation, Tang Xin was eager to give it a try. He had been worried for a long time. Now it seemed that he could rest assured.

The cultivation resources that Lee Qing sent over. Eighty percent had to go according to his plan and be given to Bingqing.

This was not biased. It was just a matter of urgency and slowness.

In the morning, he identified the acupuncture points.

In the afternoon, he explained some of the situations in Ancient Martial World, including some cultivation methods and shortcuts. As a result, the day passed very quickly.

As night fell, Mo Nan did not linger. Especially today, Tang Xin was full of love and affection. Her talent was dark, so he left in the name of sending Tang Xin home.

"This bastard."

Standing at the door of the house, Su Bingqing saw Tang Xin being thrown into the car by Mo Nan with regret. Su Bingqing looked at the car driving away and said unhappily with a smile on her face.

Mo Nan had been in a good mood recently and she was also happy.

Both of them needed to walk out of the Jinling incident. Mo Nan walked out first and Su Bingqing also felt much more relaxed.

"Director Su, I'll go rest first."

Beside her, Wushuang said listlessly. It was rare for her to lose the spirit to do housework.

The young nurse was mainly agitated. She had been memorizing the acupuncture points for the whole day. She had forgotten the acupuncture points that she had painstakingly memorized. It was a blow to her and she was dispirited.

Especially when she did not know that Mo Nan was deliberately making her unable to remember.

Su Bingqing saw through Wushuang's thoughts and did not point it out. It was good that she wanted Wushuang to rest earlier. After all, this girl had been busy every day since she came to accompany her. Even a machine could not handle it. She immediately nodded and said.

"Go, I will go up later."

Wushuang agreed and went upstairs not long after. Almost as soon as Wushuang returned to her bedroom, the lights on the first floor of the villa were extinguished one after another.

It was late at night.

It was already two o'clock in the night.

The door of Ms Su's villa was suddenly opened. A small head poked its head in and looked around the house for a long time. After making sure that there was no one around, it was at ease to come in.

The one who came back so late was naturally Su Yujie.

She did not turn on the light and touched Luoluo's empty stomach. Immediately, she ran to the kitchen and only looked around but did not find what she wanted to see. Her expression could not help but be a little disappointed.

Not long after, she encouraged herself and gritted her teeth.

"Big Sister doesn't believe that I can starve myself to death?"1

After washing the rice and water twice, everything went according to Sister Su Bingqing's usual practice. She started to boil the water and poured the rice into the pot. She then placed a pile of supplementary materials in a mess.

It seemed that this Second Miss Su wanted to make a pot of porridge.

This was the limit of her culinary skills. She was even more unable to cook the side dishes.

However, when Su Yujie estimated that it was about time, she opened it and took a look. There was a layer of black paint floating on the surface of the water. Everyone could tell that this porridge could not be eaten.

She was really tired of the food outside.

It had been several days and she did not dare to return home. Su Yujie who was hungry every day finally could not help sobbing softly.

The crying could not be too loud or too loud. She was afraid that she would wake her elder sister up.

She remembered when she was young, she played outside the Qin family Courtyard and accidentally fell down. Su Bingqing, who was clearly doing her homework through a few walls, could still rush over at the first moment when she cried.

Su Yujie was rubbing her eyes when the lights in the living room suddenly turned on.

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