Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Jiang Zong misunderstood, but Lin Ting absolutely could not explain, otherwise she would have no way of explaining how she came up with the idea of ​​using etymology to memorize words.

Creating an academic subject... that's really not something she's capable of doing.

Fortunately, Jiang Zong didn't ask any more questions, because he was currently more interested in the various prefixes and suffixes written down by Lin Ting.

"Did you summarize all of this?" Jiang Zong asked.

He grew up in Hong Kong, and due to his environment, he can speak almost both Chinese and English, but no one has ever spoken to him about these things.

Lin Ting was too embarrassed to claim credit for it, so she vaguely said, "I forgot which book in the library I saw it in."

Jiang Zongji would not doubt Lin Ting.

She said she saw this theory in the library, so it must be.

She said she couldn't remember which book it was, but it must be.

But she must be lying to him that she likes dim lighting; she's just worried about not sleeping well.

definitely is.

They also had lunch at the hotel, with the food delivered directly to their room.

Jiang Zong had been cautiously trying to test the poison on Lin Ting, but after tasting each one and waiting for the effects to take hold, he saw Lin Ting already picking up her bowl and starting to eat.

Lin Ting met his disapproving gaze and said with utmost seriousness, "Jiang Zong, I will never hide in the hotel again... Even if they dislike me, they won't dare to kill me."

She didn't want to feel that the situation was about to change and have no choice but to hide.

She didn't want Jiang Zong to stay up all night watching over her.

The girl held the bowl, a seemingly unserious gesture, yet her eyes and brows exuded an extremely imposing aura.

Jiang Zong looked at her, and at that moment, he felt that she could do it.

He thought pale words would be too boring, so he said, "I'll keep counting the money for you."

"it is good!"

……

This time, Lin Ting and Jiang Zong stayed in Shenzhen for nearly forty hours, of which thirty hours were spent in the hotel.

After sending them to the airport, Yang Meiyun looked at Lin Ting apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Ting'er, I couldn't properly entertain you this time."

“Sister, it’s okay,” Lin Ting hugged her back and said, “If you have any difficulties, remember to tell me. I may not be able to help much, but I can give you some advice or listen to your troubles.”

Yang Meiyun seemed to have no friends, and she wouldn't confide her troubles to her sister. In front of her employees, she always had to be the invincible General Manager Yang.

But who can remain without moments of vulnerability?

Lin Ting felt that at least he could listen to her complain for a while.

Incidentally, here's a great idea that will get me roasted by the rivals.

Upon hearing Lin Ting's words, Yang Meiyun couldn't help but smile. She pinched Lin Ting's cheek again and said, "Okay, I'll definitely tell you if anything comes up."

"Then I'm leaving. Take good care of yourself." Lin Ting waved to her.

"Go ahead, remember to call me when you get there."

Yang Meiyun looked at her with a hint of reluctance, but when she turned to look at Jiang Zong, she resumed her formulaic smile: "Goodbye, Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Zong: "Goodbye."

His tone was noticeably more cheerful than when he arrived.

On the plane home, Lin Ting continued writing on her notebook.

The plane was a bit bumpy, so my handwriting wasn't very good.

If you were to ask Lin Ting what she wants most right now, she would definitely say—a computer, as long as it can type!

Handwritten textbooks are simply inhuman.

In the past thirty hours, she has written nearly 20,000 words by hand.

Her hands were shaking while she was eating.

Jiang Zong suddenly reached out and snatched the pen from her hand.

"What?" Lin Ting frowned at him.

Jiang Zong said, "You should rest for a while."

He paused, then added, "Let me organize what you've already written."

He could certainly see how tired Lin Ting was.

He knew she was a little impatient and wanted to finish compiling this vocabulary book as soon as possible.

But she was too tired.

Lin Ting moved her sore and numb right hand and said, "I'm fine, we need to finish this as soon as possible."

She had complete confidence in Zheng Miaoying, believing that as long as she acted quickly, the tutoring class could start as soon as possible.

Jiang Zong pulled her arm and pressed several acupoints on her arm, saying as he did so, "Listen, slow down, don't run too fast."

Lin Ting leaned back in her chair and looked at him sideways.

"Why can't I run too fast?" she asked.

"It's too hard," Jiang Zong said. "Don't let your focus on moving forward cause you to miss the rainbow outside the window."

Lin Ting subconsciously turned her head to look out the window.

She didn't see a rainbow, but she did see golden clouds shining in the sunlight.

For some reason, her heart suddenly calmed down.

What is the purpose of making money?

To enjoy life, to fulfill dreams, and to have the ability to resolve situations when family members are wronged.

It's not about making money for the sake of making money.

"Jiang Zong, you really are a philosopher," Lin Ting said softly with a slight smile.

Jiang Zong looked up at her, and the sunlight cast a golden glow on her face, making her even more beautiful than the clouds.

He said in a very low, indistinct voice, "I am a hearing expert."

Lin didn't quite hear what he said. She gently pulled her arm back, resisting, "It hurts a little... Can I stop writing? Please stop pressing me?"

Jiang Zong pressed down on her arm: "If you press it, it won't hurt tomorrow. I'll be gentle, just bear with it a little longer."

His movements became even gentler.

"Hmm... okay, then be gentle."

"it is good."

Lin Ting had fallen asleep at some point, leaning on Jiang Zong's shoulder.

……

"Yingzi! You...hey? Have you been thieving these past few days? Why are your eyes so dark?"

Lin returned to the dormitory like a thief, intending to ask Zheng Miaoying about her progress in researching the TOEFL, but before she could even ask, she was shocked by Zheng Miaoying's panda eyes.

"Listen to that, you're finally back! Go and do something about her!"

Su Yu looked up from her homework and pointed at Zheng Miaoying, accusing her: "After you left, she's been studying TOEFL materials ever since... She's probably only slept for six hours in the last two nights!"

Lin Ting subconsciously said, "Six hours of sleep is a bit little, but it's still considered healthy, right?"

"I mean six hours in total!"

"Hiss... How come you're even more dedicated than me?" Lin Ting frowned, sat down next to Zheng Miaoying, and poked her cheek. "Girl, aren't you afraid of going bald from staying up all night?"

Zheng Miaoying smiled sheepishly, picked up the book in her hand and said, "Listen to me, don't listen to Xiaoyu's nonsense. I just did a few sets of questions, I'm not tired."

Lin Ting looked at the book, which was already three-quarters full, and her lips trembled slightly: "You call this a set of questions? If I had just finished eating late-night snacks outside and then come back, I would have finished this book by now."

Zheng Miaoying looked slightly innocent and muttered softly, "It gets easier and easier as you do it, so it's quick."

Lin Ting: "..."

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