Liu Lang did not answer, but smiled mysteriously and rubbed his hands: "I just want to be a visiting professor, the kind who can come to class occasionally..."
"No problem." The principal stretched out both hands and took Liu Lang's hand: "My name is Feng Decai, you can call me Lao Feng."
He turned and glanced at Ye Qingcheng: "Oh, by the way, Professor Wen, I agree to your resignation. If nothing happens, please leave first. I want to follow this..."
"Liu Lang." Liu Lang said.
"Yes, let's have a nice chat with Teacher Liu," Feng Decai said quickly.
Ye Qingcheng's mouth twitched: "Don't you need to check his qualifications?"
"No, I believe in Teacher Liu's talent."
Feng Decai waved his hand and saw that Ye Qingcheng had no intention of leaving yet, and his face sank: "Professor Wen, you are no longer a teacher in our school. If you are fine, please go to the financial department to settle your salary. You can leave."
Ye Qingcheng glanced at Liu Lang with surprise in his eyes.
However, in order not to expose the secret, Ye Qingcheng left anyway.
As soon as Ye Qingcheng left, Feng Decai quickly pulled Liu Lang to sit on the sofa where he and the beautiful teacher were passionately passionate just now, and couldn't wait to ask: "Xiao Liu, can you cure my disease?"
Liu Lang nodded: "Principal Feng, at your age, most men actually have this disease."
"It's just that everyone's situation is different. A situation like yours is indeed too rare."
Feng Decai slapped his thigh: "My confidant! Xiao Liu, I'm almost worried to death. I'm always thinking about that kind of thing for more than ten hours a day, twenty-four hours a day, but the time each time is too short."
"When I got home at night, I saw the yellow-faced woman also having sex, but it was over before it even started."
"Hey, that yellow-faced woman got annoyed by me and ignored me."
"I, I can't help it, I can't help it, so I'm in the office..."
"Principal Feng, your disease needs to be cured."
Feng Decai let out a long sigh: "Of course I know it needs to be cured, but I've asked many doctors about it, but it has no effect at all."
"I think about it at least a dozen times a day, just like being addicted to drugs. If I don't vent it out, I feel like I have no energy for the whole day."
"Xiao Liu, if you can really help me, if you have any requests, just ask."
Liu Lang stretched out his hand and acted like a master.
Feng Decai quickly stretched out his hand.
Liu Lang tried the other party's pulse.
Then, he frowned and thought for a while: "It's easy to cure."
"Really?" Feng De had just finished speaking, his eyes began to flicker again, and he seemed to feel restless.
"Come again?" Liu Lang asked.
Feng Decai said awkwardly: "Yeah, I thought about it again, it's really..."
"Take off your pants."
"Ah?" Feng Decai was so frightened that he quickly took a few steps back and said in a trembling voice: "I, my orientation is normal, Xiao Liu, you don't want to..."
Liu Lang's head was full of black lines: "Help you treat your illness."
"Xu..."
Feng Decai breathed a sigh of relief: "How do you treat it?"
Liu Lang took out the acupuncture: "Acupuncture."
"Can it be done?"
"It works!"
Feng Decai was doubtful and wanted to take off his entire trousers.
Liu Lang quickly stopped him and said, "Just expose the lower abdomen and kidneys, forget about the rest."
"Oh, haha, okay!" Feng Decai smiled awkwardly and did as Liu Lang said.
Liu Lang pricked the opponent's acupuncture points with silver needles several times.
When he took out the silver needle, Feng Decai shuddered and looked at Liu Lang in disbelief: "Xiao Liu, it seems, no, I don't feel that way anymore."
"Yes." Liu Lang put away the silver needle and wrote another prescription: "Follow this. If you can do it, you will be cured in three days."
Feng Decai glanced at the prescription expectantly, and his whole face suddenly drooped: "Is this possible?"
"It's guaranteed to work, but you have to do it."
Feng Decai gritted his teeth and said, "Sure, then I'll believe you once."
"If I really get better after three days, in this school from now on, as long as you don't kill anyone or set fire to something, I can protect you!"
"Okay, then Principal Feng, see you later." Liu Lang turned and left without saying another word.
Feng Decai stared at the prescription with a confused look on his face.
There are four words written on it: three days of abstinence.
"If it is really useful, then he will be a miracle doctor!" Feng Decai murmured to himself.
As soon as he left the principal's office, Liu Lang received a call from Ye Qiangwei.
"Master, Song Hansan's whereabouts have been determined." Ye Qiangwei lowered her voice.
"Where?"
"An urban village in Xicheng."
"He didn't notice you, did he?"
"Master, don't worry. The old master once said that if my stealth tracking skills were second in the world, no one would dare to claim to be first. As long as I don't want to be discovered by the other party, he will never be able to discover me."
"Okay, send me your location and I'll be here in a moment." Liu Lang hung up the phone and saw Ye Qingcheng waiting for him from a distance.
"Auntie, you haven't left yet?"
Ye Qingcheng looked at Liu Lang suspiciously: "You're a good boy! You managed to get rid of the principal so easily. It's done, then all the rest will be left to you."
"But I have one thing. Help me find out from Wen Denghui why that bastard abandoned us, mother and son, in the first place. As for what method you use, I don't care."
"No problem." Liu Lang patted his chest.
At this time, Ye Qingcheng's cell phone rang again.
Ye Qingcheng looked around, and when he saw no one there, he immediately smiled and said in his own voice: "Oh, Brother Chen, what? Invite me to watch a movie together tonight? Okay, okay, let me clean up a little first, you will be back in an hour Pick me up."
Just as I hung up the phone, another phone rang: "President Wu, oops, do you want to watch a movie tonight? Oh, I'm a little inconvenient. How about tomorrow?"
Liu Lang looked at Ye Qingcheng blankly, completely shocked.
It seemed that Ye Qingcheng had already received five or six dating calls not long after turning on the phone.
The key is that they remember each other's identity and name clearly and arrange their time clearly.
Time management master.
After sending Ye Qingcheng away, Liu Lang returned to Wen Denghui's office again.
As soon as he opened the door of the darkroom, a roaring figure rushed towards him.
"I am going to kill you!"
That person was clearly Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes at this time, like a hungry beast, his hands clawed at Liu Lang's shoulders.
Liu Lang took half a step back and kicked Song Qingshu to the ground.
Song Qingshu hit the ground and rolled around, but as if he couldn't feel the pain, he stood up like a carp.
"Liu, you are dead today!"
Only then did Liu Lang notice that two syringes were thrown on the ground.
Wen Denghui on the bed also woke up.
He looked at all this indifferently, with a faint smile on his lips: "Hehe, Liu Lang, you are indeed a good son of that pretentious guy Liu Mang!"
"I originally thought about taking care of Ye Qingcheng first, and then slowly playing with you, but I didn't expect that Ye Qingcheng was more difficult to deal with than I thought, and he even trapped me here."
"Not only that, she actually trusted you so much that she told you all about this secret room!"
"But, in front of a genetically modified person, you have no chance of survival."
"Boy, just surrender and let me do research on you. Maybe you can live a little longer."
"Just like your father back then, he was my most admired experimental subject."
"Roar!"
Soon after, Song Qingshu pounced on Liu Lang again.
Liu Lang was shocked.
Back then, his father became Wen Denghui's test subject?
But now, obviously there is no time to think so much.
Seeing Song Qingshu charging towards him again, Liu Lang kicked him away again.
This time, before Song Qingshu could get up again, Liu Lang rushed forward and wrapped his hands around Song Qingshu's arms like iron claws.
The moment of contact.
Liu Lang rowed back.
Visible to the naked eye, the skin on Song Qingshu's arms collapsed inch by inch.
"Dragon, dragon claw hand?"
Seeing Liu Lang's move, Wen Denghui's pupils shrank and he cried out: "You, what is your relationship with Yuan Shi?"
