Reborn 1990 Foodie Little Wife

Chapter 32 Don't Be Bullied

For Lin Mumu's arm, the doctor at the school hospital said he couldn't move it for a week. After being rubbed with some medicine and given a few injections by Daoist Lingwu, he was completely fine for taking the exam the next day.

"Master, you are so old." Lin Mumu praised Professor Lin without forgetting his legs.

"I accepted you as a worthless student because I was blind. I can't learn fortune-telling, acupuncture and moxibustion. You said that as a teacher, I spent more than ten years trying to teach you a few kung fu self-defense skills. You even resisted!" Neither?
Is it okay to hurt yourself?What did I teach you before?Um?My disciple of Daoist Master Lingwu was bullied, and I would be ashamed to say it out! "

Professor Lin blew his beard and stared at his apprentices.He wasn't angry that Lin Mumu caused trouble, but that Lin Mumu was hurt.

Lin Tianlang was making tea at the side, and said helplessly, "Master, junior sister is still young."

"Small, still young? You can single out a gangster when you are young!"

"Then let junior sister try it too?"

"What are you trying to do? What are girls doing so brutally? The two of us can't cover her as a little girl anymore?"

Tsk tsk, duplicity is not a strong old guy who favors protecting his apprentice, you let Lin Tianlang go to see the blood when he was ten years old, why don't you feel distressed?The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, which can't stand being tender and rough at the same time.

"Master is right." Lin Tianlang and Lin Mumu were completely opposite types, and they didn't talk back to the old guy at all.

Lin Tianlang is good at everything, but Daoist Lingwu just prefers Lin Mumu.

"You know I'm right and you still let your junior sister be bullied?"

"..."

Lin Tianlang is really self-cultivated, so he is not angry, if Lin Mumu would have quarreled with the unreasonable old guy long ago.

Professor Lin lost his temper. After sitting down and drinking a cup of tea, he changed his persona in minutes, and became a calm, elegant, and aloof worldly expert again. While holding a small purple sand teacup, he said:
"Lin Mumu, do you blame me for not giving you money as a teacher after going down the mountain?"

"No, my husband is rich. I have to thank the master for his good eyesight, who helped me choose a golden thigh." Lin Mumu's daily life in Sanqing Temple was to return the morale of the old Taoist who was about to become a fairy back to the mortal world in minutes. .

Fortunately, Professor Lin has profound skills, and he can still hold the teacup firmly, ignore Lin Mumu with a serious face, and continue his own theme:

"You take the exam well tomorrow, and if you do well, you can apply for a scholarship worth tens of thousands of yuan, so that your tuition fee is almost enough.

Your brother also helped you apply for a work-study job, let your brother tell you the details. "Professor Lin drank his tea seriously, but actually kept his ears upright, waiting for Lin Mumu's reaction.

Lin Tianlang immediately said: "It's not a heavy job, we planted a few pots of precious flowers and plants in the main building of the Religious Studies, and the master raised them to death because he was afraid that the school nurses would not be able to raise them.

I heard that my younger sister used to grow flowers, so why don't I let you take care of them. Considering that you are a part-time job, I will give you a subsidy of 600 yuan a month. "

Thieves old way, when this girl is free labor, 600 yuan will be sent?

This old guy doesn't know how to grow flowers but prefers to pretend to be 13. What he raises are noble, noble and delicate flowers and plants. Except for trees, there is probably no one who can support him.

With Lin Mumu's later worth, let alone six hundred, he would not even be able to hire six thousand.

But Professor Lin is her master, a master who is closer than her own father, it's okay for Lin Mumu to raise flowers for him, it's just this old way of trying to save face is annoying.

(End of this chapter)