Rebirth 1979: Hunting wild boars and saving educated youth

Actually, Mr. Qu's acupuncture method is not difficult to master. The key lies in the fact that among the forty-nine needles, thirty-six acupoints are uncommon and are unique skills.

Finding these hidden acupoints accurately and inserting the needle at just the right depth are the keys to saving lives.

Chen Feng followed Mr. Qu and practiced day and night for four or five days, and finally mastered the acupuncture techniques.

He couldn't help but try it on himself. Hey, he could really feel the combination of those acupuncture points and the great effect after acupuncture.

Chen Feng was so grateful in his heart. This was a real skill. To put it bluntly, even if he didn't know anything else, he could still make a living in troubled times with just this set of acupuncture techniques. It was the real foundation for his survival.

In comparison, he felt that he had done too little for Mr. Qu.

When Chen Feng became proficient in acupuncture and no longer made mistakes, Old Man Qu saw it with his own eyes and was very pleased. He said, "Okay, this set of skills has been passed down to you. I am relieved that the old ancestor's skills have not been cut off in me."

Chen Feng's eyes welled up when he heard this, and he kept saying, "Master, you've been so kind to me. I really don't know how to repay you. Logically, I should stay by your side and serve you, but you're going to the capital."

Old Man Qu waved his hand and said with a smile, "I can still move now, so I'll go treat more patients. When I'm too old to walk anymore, you can come and take care of me until the end of my life."

The next morning, someone came from the capital, and then Mr. Qu set off for the capital.

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"Ning Yao, this is the meat I grilled for you, try it."

In front of Ning Yao, Gong Xiaolu grinned and handed the two slightly charred skewers of meat in his hand straight to her, with a warm tone that could not be refused.

Ning Yao sighed softly, and said with a polite but somewhat helpless smile: "Really, no need, I'm already full, you can grill some more for yourself."

Gong Xiaolu didn't seem to notice her reluctance, and blew on the two skewers of meat, as if this could blow away the greasiness.

"Just these two skewers, and given our friendship, you have to give me some face!" As he said this, he took a bite first, his mouth full of oil, and he looked like he was enjoying it very much.

Ning Yao looked at the skewers and felt a little nauseous. This black stuff was really hard to swallow.

But she thought that Gong Xiaolu had good intentions, but his work was a little rough.

Meat is a rare commodity these days, and most families only eat it a few times a year. However, many people eat with great enthusiasm at the social gathering.

However, Gong Xiaolu always managed to grab the skewers and give them to her, but she didn't eat much herself. However, she still appreciated the kindness.

"I really can't eat anymore. You can eat more yourself." Ning Yao gently pushed the skewers back.

Seeing this, Gong Xiaolu stopped forcing him and simply sat down. While tilting his head and eating the skewers, he began to talk about his "heroic deeds" at school.

"Let me tell you, Ning Yao, some students in my school are very naughty and don't listen to discipline. I just make them stand in the corner as punishment, and if that doesn't work, I'll give them a beating with a small stick. As the old saying goes, 'A good son is made under the stick,' right? You can't be too gentle with students. You have to make them afraid of you!"

Ning Yao listened and frowned unconsciously.

"The school doesn't care if students are beaten or scolded?" Her tone was filled with some doubt and some disagreement.

Gong Xiaolu chuckled and said nonchalantly, "What's the big deal? Ning Yao, let me tell you, those students are not good people. A few years ago, they even beat up their teachers! If you're not tough, you won't be able to control them!"

Ning Yao was speechless for a moment. He really couldn't get along with this guy.

Although she knew that he was a middle school physical education teacher, Ning Yao did not look down on him. After all, she had also been a teacher in Mashan Village Primary School before.

But the difference in their concepts made it difficult for her to communicate.

However, the purpose of a social gathering is to have fun, and everyone will go their separate ways after it ends, so there's no need to take it too seriously.

Not far away, several teachers from Ninghai University cast glances over here from time to time, some with a bit of dissatisfaction, while others expressed regret for Ning Yao.

The teachers who have stayed at Ninghai University for a few years all know something about Gong Xiaolu's dark history. Now that he has set his sights on Ning Yao, it may not be so easy to get rid of him.

It's a pity that a freshly baked cake was targeted by a fly. If it were an ordinary fly, it could be easily driven away, but a powerful fly would not be so easy to drive away.

The atmosphere of the social gathering was coming to an end, and people gathered in groups of three or four to prepare to leave.

Gong Xiaolu walked towards Ning Yao again with a clear goal in mind, with what he thought was a charming smile on his face.

He stretched out his hand, his intention obvious, wanting to shake hands with Ning Yao as a farewell.

Ning Yao was sharp-eyed. Long before Gong Xiaolu made any move, she quietly moved the bag in her hand to her right hand. She seemed to adjust her stance casually, just in time to make Gong Xiaolu's outstretched hand miss.

She smiled slightly and turned around lightly, as if she was greeting the person next to her, naturally avoiding this slightly embarrassing moment.

Gong Xiaolu's hand froze in mid-air, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his confidence.

He rubbed his hands together, squinting his eyes and said, "Ning Yao, the food here today is really bad. You must not have eaten well, okay? I'll go to your university some other day and treat you to a good meal."

Ning Yao frowned slightly upon hearing this, but then put on a polite smile: "You're too polite. There's no need to go to so much trouble. Your school is quite far from our university."

This is a double entendre.

Gong Xiaolu didn't hear the hidden meaning and said directly: "It's okay, I go to Ninghai University often, I'm familiar with the place, it's like going home. That's it!"

Ning Yao secretly groaned in his heart, deeply regretting his decision to participate in this social gathering.

After the show, Ning Yao and He Chunmei boarded the bus back to school together.

He Chunmei is two years older than Ning Yao, and they have a good relationship.

On the bus, the two found a seat by the window.

"How was your day? Did you find anything you liked?" He Chunmei spoke first, looking at Ning Yao and asked.

Ning Yao shook his head, not wanting to talk about this topic any further, and simply said, "No."

He Chunmei blinked and said meaningfully, "I think Gong Xiaolu is quite interested in you and keeps following you around."

Ning Yao quickly denied: "Don't talk nonsense, we were just chatting casually."

He Chunmei refused to let go of the topic and continued to ask, "You really didn't feel anything? He's the son of Gong Weidong, the vice-president of our school. He's dated many girls before."

Ning Yao was shocked when he heard this.

"Really? I really don't know."

Recalling the scene when Gong Weidong asked her to attend the social gathering, and considering Gong Xiaolu's performance today, Ning Yao suddenly felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart, as disgusting as if she had eaten a fly.

Seeing this, He Chunmei pulled Ning Yao aside and said, "But this time I think he's serious. He might be planning to get married. And since you're a teacher, he wouldn't dare to be as casual with you as he is with his students..."

Ning Yao interrupted He Chunmei and said firmly, "Impossible! He and I are not the same kind of people at all. If I had known about this, I wouldn't have come today."