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The uncle thought about it carefully, then shook his head.

Ye Zhiqiu asked again: "It's a young man about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a leather jacket, a hoodie, and dyed golden hair."

The uncle thought for a while and nodded.

"Oh, there are some. His Mandarin is not standard, and I can't understand it for a long time. He seems to be a foreigner asking for directions." [

"Mandarin is not standard?"

Then it must not be Qin Yishu.

He speaks standard Uptown Mandarin.

I must have read it wrong!

"Thank you."

Ye Zhiqiu walked out with some refreshment, but he might as well have heard the old man say:

"The person he's looking for seems...like the surname 'Ye'? What is Ye, I forgot."

Ye Zhiqiu was taken aback, and suddenly remembered that he was called "Su Qiu" here.

Quickly turned around and asked: "Is it called 'Ye Zhiqiu'?"

"Isn't it? What he said is difficult to understand, and he feels like a foreigner."

Ye Zhiqiu was silent.

What is going on here?

If it was Qin Yishu, he didn't need to come to No. [-] Middle School to look for it, he just went to her house.

Moreover, it is impossible for Qin Yishu to dye his hair yellow, wear a leather jacket and a hoodie, and walk like a fool.

However, that person did look like Qin Yishu, and she was the one he was looking for.

Ye Zhiqiu asked: "Did he leave his contact information?"

The uncle shook his head: "No, I said we don't have this person here, so he left. He was dressed like a ruffian, and his hair was yellow. He is not a good person!"

Ye Zhiqiu was a little puzzled, but also a little puzzled.

Walking out of the school gate, Ling Mufeng was already waiting, so he got in the car and went home without mentioning his meal. [

In class in the afternoon, she was still a little confused.

After school in the afternoon, Ling Mufeng picked her up and felt Ye Zhiqiu's trance.

When he reached the downstairs of the community, he finally couldn't help asking.

"Zhiqiu, what happened?"