Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

There are many major categories in chemical classification, and each major category is divided into many types.

Zhao Wenhao had at least attended college, and although he didn't major in chemistry, he knew the most basic things.

How could a university chemistry teacher only teach one subject, classification? This might fool someone who didn't know the subject, but to fool him would be to fall directly into Zhao Wenhao's trap.

Of course Zhao Wenhao couldn't let the other party go, so he planned to ask again to expose Song Zhisheng's true face.

And just at this moment, a customer came to the door.

"Wenhao, entertain the guests." Zhao Wenjing pointed to the door and ran over to talk to Song Zhisheng.

Zhao Wenhao didn't expect that a guest would come at such a coincidence, so he could only go to greet him first.

On the other side, Song Zhisheng finally put his mind at ease.

But he knew that he couldn't stay there any longer. What if this young boy asked him something again and he couldn't answer it, wouldn't that really expose his identity?

At this time, Song Zhisheng had not fully realized that his true identity had been exposed. He just subconsciously chose to temporarily avoid risks.

So, while Zhao Wenhao was entertaining customers, Song Zhisheng found an excuse to say goodbye to Zhao Wenjing and privately agreed with Zhao Wenjing to watch a movie together on the weekend.

"Teacher Song, are you leaving so soon? How about we have dinner together tonight?"

Seeing Song Zhisheng about to leave, Zhao Wenhao really wanted to stop him. But seeing Zhao Wenjing following behind him, he thought better of it and decided to slow down.

A few minutes later, the customer left and Zhao Wenjing returned to the store.

"Sister, why do I feel like there's something wrong with Song Zhisheng?" Zhao Wenhao reminded calmly.

Zhao Wenjing curled her lips noticeably and rolled her eyes. "You're just too suspicious. You find fault with everyone. It's only your first time meeting someone, and after only a few words, you're already suspecting everything."

Zhao Wenhao was just about to explain his thoughts to Zhao Wenjing, but Zhao Wenjing didn't give him a chance and went straight to greet another customer who had just arrived.

Zhao Wenhao knew that his sister might really be caught up in this.

As the saying goes, those who are involved in the matter are often confused. What's more, Zhao Wenjing herself is a naive and pure person, and she would not take the initiative to think the worst of others.

Since that was the case, Zhao Wenhao decided not to say anything more to Zhao Wenjing.

Basing it on facts will always wake her up.

"Sister, I'm going out for a while."

Zhao Wenhao tidied up silently and said hello to Zhao Wenjing.

"Oh, I see."

Perhaps because she was somewhat dissatisfied with Zhao Wenhao, Zhao Wenjing's response was somewhat indifferent.

Zhao Wenhao didn't care and walked straight out of the store and headed towards the clothing market.

"Mouse, I didn't expect it to be you!"

Zhao Wenhao was leaning against a sycamore tree downstairs of the English Department dormitory of Xuanzhou University.

However, when Shen Bingyan saw this person, she was somewhat surprised.

"It's my first time entering your school, and I'm a little nervous." Zhao Wenhao deliberately joked.

Shen Bingyan at this time has changed a lot compared to last year.

In the past, she gave people the impression of being an icy beauty, and whether in words or actions, she often kept people at a distance.

But now, there are some big differences.

She just smiled slightly, like a jasmine flower blooming, and the whole sky seemed to become much fresher.

"Hey, it seems you are a very famous celebrity in your school."

Zhao Wenhao pointed at the students passing by, especially the boys, who would always pretend to look back when they saw Shen Bingyan.

"Let's go, let's talk over there."

Shen Bingyan didn't explain, but just pointed to a corridor not far away and walked straight over.

After they sat down, Zhao Wenhao didn't say much and said directly, "I'd like to ask you for a favor. Can you find out if there's a chemistry teacher named Song Zhisheng in your school? He's about 25 or 26 years old and quite handsome."

"That's it?" Shen Bingyan obviously didn't expect Zhao Wenhao to come to her just for such a small matter. "Okay, how about you wait for a while, I'll go ask someone, and there should be an answer soon."

Of course Zhao Wenhao was more than happy to do so, and he also hoped that the answer would be revealed immediately.

So, Shen Bingyan left temporarily, but came back in less than twenty minutes.

"Wait a moment, a girl from my dormitory is from the same hometown as me and works in the Chemistry Department. She has already gone to ask for help."

Zhao Wenhao nodded to express his gratitude.

"How's your business lately?" Shen Bingyan took the initiative to bring up the topic.

"It's OK, it's definitely enough to support our lives." Zhao Wenhao responded modestly, and at the same time, he said jokingly, "Why? When are you going to help sell clothes over there again? With you around, our store business will be several times better."

Shen Bingyan pursed her lips and smiled. "Well, if I'm free this weekend, I'll go and help you. But as a capitalist, you have to treat me to a meal. You can't just exploit the working people."

Zhao Wenhao looked a little abnormal, but he quickly concealed it.

He discovered that Shen Bingyan had changed a lot.

In the past, Shen Bingyan would never take the initiative to make such jokes. She would usually answer others with: Yeah, OK, I got it.

"A box lunch, with a chicken drumstick at most." Zhao Wenhao regained his composure and started joking as well.

Shen Bingyan raised the corner of her mouth, not smiling, "Sure enough, the essence of capitalists is the same."

"Haha, I'm just a small vendor. How can I be called a capitalist?" Zhao Wenhao deliberately belittled himself. "I'm a member of the working people, still struggling to make a living."

For some reason, Shen Bingyan felt incredibly relaxed. She leaned against the wooden pillar of the corridor, her slender fingers smoothing her soft, silky hair, which exuded a faint fragrance.

This scene is like a painting, as if time has stopped at this moment.

Unfortunately, Zhao Wenhao stood up and immediately broke the silence.

It’s not that Zhao Wenhao did it on purpose, but the scene in front of him really made Zhao Wenhao a little distracted, and he had to adjust his posture.

Perhaps realizing something, Shen Bingyan blushed and quickly sat up straight.

"Have you contacted Fatty Yan recently?" Zhao Wenhao didn't want the atmosphere to be too awkward, so he quickly changed the subject.

"He came to see me twice." Shen Bingyan frowned inexplicably, "But I was not very free at that time, so I didn't have time to entertain him."

Zhao Wenhao was very attentive, especially since he knew Yan Bin well, so he naturally heard some of the hidden meaning in his words.

Obviously, Yan Bin still had evil intentions towards Shen Bingyan and wanted to develop further relationships with her, so he often looked for opportunities to get close to her.

Shen Bingyan might not have noticed this before, but she would definitely feel it later.

However, now, considering the relationship between them as classmates, she doesn't want to make the relationship too awkward, so she takes a cold approach.