The God-level Scholar of Agent Rebirth

Gu Fengchen frowned slightly, took his hand away, and Midsummer Ye caught up again.

"I've been studying some Chinese medicine recently, and I'm really interested in taking the pulse. Your hands are so beautiful, they're perfect for taking the pulse!" Sheng Xiaye persuaded, "You'll be my guinea pig?"

Gu Fengchen leaned back and raised his hands above his head.

Midsummer Ye refused to give up, and climbed onto the sofa to reach for his arm. He was like teasing her, turning his hand back and forth. After two rounds, she slammed her full strength and grabbed his wrist.

Just when she was complacent, she suddenly felt the numbness that hurt her leg.

She fell back—

He fell into Gu Fengchen's arms.

Like a conditioned reflex, the man's palm covered her lower back, stabilizing her.

Sheng Xiaye's heart was full of excitement, she raised her eyes, and she was close to him, the deep eyes under his thick long eyelashes, the pupils reflected her face, her eyes uncontrollably moved down the peak of his nose, Stare at his beautiful lips.

Heartbeat, bang, bang.

It was obvious that Gu Fengchen's hand on her was a little harder.

Two breathing sounds, one light and one heavy, intertwined in the air, and the ambiguity rose steadily.

Sheng Xiaye saw that his eyes became darker, she subconsciously grabbed his sleeve, the distance between the two gradually narrowed, the handsome face magnified in front of her eyes, and her heartbeat doubled at this moment.

At the critical moment when their lips were about to stick together, an exclamation sounded from behind the two: "Nonsense, it's nonsense!"

Sheng Xiaye immediately separated from him, his eyes fluttering with nervousness.

She looked at the hospital bed, and the master was staring at her and Gu Fengchen at the moment, his face was blushing with anger for some reason.

"She's not your destined person! You can't do intimate things!" The master rudely pointed at Midsummer Ye, but said to Gu Fengchen.

The man's face remained unchanged, but his tone was calm but uncompromising, "Take care of yourself."

The master woke up for a moment, and felt a burning pain in his body, but for people who have cultivated to his level, life, death, illness and pain are trivial matters, but only when encountering this kind of thing in front of him, he must stop it!
"Mr. Gu, although I was entrusted by Mr. Gu to save you from fire and water, but I am very close to you, so I don't want you to make mistakes."

Seeing that Gu Fengchen turned to leave, Sheng Xiaye also got up to follow.

The master was in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "I am doing this for your own good, young man! The consequences of being with her are unimaginable."

They all walked to the door, and the master howled hysterically again, "She is a dead person!"

The moment the door closed, Sheng Xiaye's feet froze.

She saw the master's shrewd eyes through the crack of the door, even though she was burned like this, she still recognized her real body at a glance.

Is it a guess, or a certainty?

She doesn't know.

Gu Fengchen didn't take his crazy words seriously, but when he took the elevator downstairs, thinking of Midsummer Ye's initiative just now, he lowered his eyes and turned to look at her.

"Dinner together?" he asked.

Sheng Xiaye hurriedly shook her head, "No, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do."

She was thinking about the origin of this master, and she even looked at him when she forgot to answer.

Gu Fengchen's eyes darkened, and a self-deprecating smile rose from his lips.

It seems that he thinks too much.

She should be purely interested in feeling the pulse, not him.

Sheng Xiaye contacted Mr. Lu immediately after returning home.

Ask the other party to help her find out who the master is.

On the way home, the more she thought about it, the more something went wrong. You Qi said that the master was talking about a counterfeit, but he was also the only person in this world who knew that his body was dead. He might be really a master.

Midsummer Night logged into the hacker forum and contacted Guying.

Since he buried his sister-in-law at sea, she hasn't contacted her so far. She worried about his accident several times and tried to locate his account, but found that he didn't bring his mobile phone with him when he went out.

Is this person from the 21st century?
Who doesn't even bring a mobile phone with them when they go out these days?

According to the usual practice, she sent him a question mark expression again, and then cut to the point: "Master, when will the class start? I am very interested in metaphysics recently! Can you teach me the skill of seeing through each other at a glance?"

She just sent it, and felt that the last sentence seemed ambiguous, so she wanted to withdraw it and resend it.

As a result, Gu Ying's avatar, which had been dark for two months, suddenly lit up, and his status changed from offline to online.

She shook her hand, failed to withdraw, and clicked delete.

Sure enough, Guying returned in seconds.

"?"

He just knocked down a question mark, and Sheng Xia Ye hurriedly wiped off his sweat: "Master, you misunderstood."

"If I had known you were such a perverted little girl, I wouldn't have accepted you as an apprentice."

Midsummer night wants to cry but has no tears.

Oh shit.

She didn't mean that.

She hurriedly called Guying to explain, just thinking it was fun to be like the master.

"I don't have this skill, but I can teach you fortune-telling."

"Anyone can count."

Sheng Xia Ye was rejected by him. He was a little disappointed at first, but because of these words, his eyes lit up with life.

"I can also count my own?"

Gu Ying didn't answer, obviously speechless.

"Well, the current technology has not yet reached such a high-end level, so it counts as someone else's life. I don't pick and choose, as long as I learn." She asked attentively, "When will the master be free?"

The two agreed to meet at the harbor pier tomorrow night.

Midsummer Ye wondered why it was such a remote place, Gu Ying said that he lived there.

This is really a big joke.

The next morning, Shengxia Yemeimei came to the school for class. As soon as she entered the teaching building, Zhuang De led a group of his brothers to come up and shouted in unison, "Master, good morning!"

The loud voice attracted the surrounding students to stop.

Sheng Xiaye felt embarrassed, and glanced at him coldly, "I'm not your master."

"You are!"

Sheng Xiaye's eyes were getting colder and colder, and there was a hint of warning in his eyes.

"Come with me."

Zhuang De stuck behind Midsummer Ye like a puppy, looking at her with doggy eyes very respectfully: "What's the matter, master? Have you finally been moved by my sincerity and decided to tell me about the process of accepting apprentices? "

"What did you tell them?"? Six or seven of his brothers.

Obviously she made it clear yesterday that she was not allowed to mention to anyone that she was a substitute for the competition.

Her eyes dissected him and gouged him like a blade.

Zhuang De was terrified, and hurriedly defended: "Don't worry, I didn't tell outsiders anything! Since the master wants to keep a low profile, we competitors also need to save face, I will definitely not talk nonsense."

It's really strange, this thick-skinned still has face to speak of?

"I just told them that I admire you very much, and let them respect you when they see you in the future! Master, you are my god!"

Midsummer Night: "..."

It's nothing more than embarrassment until the toes are on the ground.

"First, I don't accept disciples."

"Second, I don't accept apprentices of your level."

The master's every word punished his heart, Zhuang De clutched his chest in pain, and begged sadly, "Master, don't be so cruel——"

"third."

Sheng Xiaye backed away with a cold face, "Stay away from me."