Rural Female Detective - Chapter 132 powdered

Song Yao was embarrassed by her master, she didn’t know where to put her face, so she squatted at the corner of the wall and pondered for the whole afternoon.

The experiment on the seed was controlled by the Teacher Xu himself. Song Yao only needed to wait for the result and give his opinion.

Because it was written in traditional characters, it seemed rather difficult, so it took a lot of time. This was also normal, but the story was too well written, so she really couldn’t stop.

After that, at the dinner table, the words “Jiang Feng, Yu Huo” had become a topic of conversation, and the Teacher Xu seemed to be happy to have someone to discuss these books with with.

“I saw the last one …” Song Yao asked as she ate the rice in her mouth.

Teacher Xu looked at her, then said: “Eat slowly, what do you look like? In the past few days, other than looking at the situation of the seeds, all of your thoughts have been on these books.”

Song Yao’s mouth was stuffed with food as she mumbled: “Then what can I do? If I don’t see who the culprit is, who can let go of him? When you first saw him, did you also look at him separately?”

Teacher Xu said: “I’m just looking around. Who’s like you? You’re holding onto a book every single moment, as if you want to live there.”

Seeing her say that, Teacher Xu replied with a “Oh”, “Being with an old lady like me is indeed rather boring, but if you keep looking, you wouldn’t even be able to see the end result, because this book seems to still have a lower volume, but it hasn’t appeared yet. I don’t know why, but I’ve been waiting for a long time.”

“What?” Song Yao put down the bowl, and the chopsticks on top of the bowl made a loud noise, shocking Song Gui.

“What are you doing?” Teacher Xu saw that she had stood up, and anxiously said, “It’s only a book, is there a need to be so excited?”

Song Yao said: “Is what you said true? Master? ”

“Ah?” He continued: “In short, I don’t have a lower book here, and I haven’t paid much attention to the details of where it would appear in a long time. If you’re interested, go and ask Jingli in two days, and go visit your mother.”

“Oh, oh …” Hearing him say that, Song Yao heaved a sigh of relief: “No, if he didn’t, I must find him and let him finish the second half of the book, if not I would be blocking his path, bothering him everyday.”

“Do you know where he lives?” Seeing her like this, the Teacher Xu found it extremely funny.

“This is too simple, it’s not completely electronic yet. If you want to complete a book, you should at least print it, right? In the current era of manual printing, you need to go to the printing press to ask about the original manuscript, right?”

The Teacher Xu was startled, then asked her: “How do I not understand your words? I only understand half of it, but according to you, you want me to go to printing shop to find someone?”

“Yes!” Song Yao said excitedly.

“This isn’t too good. The author’s story isn’t the same as yours. Since you can only read books, why must you find him?”

Song Yao choked. Teacher Xu’s words were reasonable, but if there was no lower part, wouldn’t that be asking for death for obsessive-compulsive disorder? Who wouldn’t know the end of the story!? And it was her favorite story!

“Well, if I really can find someone and promise to only find him to finish the next part, then I will definitely not get involved in how his writing career develops. Of course, it’s not my turn to get involved. I just want to read the rest, that’s all. ”

Teacher Xu laughed: “Why don’t you try and see if you can find him first. If no one else can, wouldn’t all of this be for nothing?”

“Right.” Song Yao said.

She looked at the book in her hands and felt a little uncomfortable. She didn’t want to continue reading. If there wasn’t an ending, she would feel conflicted. However, there was no way for her to just give up.

With that in mind, her heart was like a bird out of its cage, and she was no longer here.

The next step was to sprout according to his master’s wish, to see if it could sprout, and whether it could survive in such an environment.

She saw that her master had placed a few seeds in different places, and even the temperature of those places had slightly changed. She guessed that it should be able to sprout under some experimental conditions.

Song Yao really couldn’t remember when it had sprouted, her most direct contact with it was to bury the seed that could already be planted in the ground, and wait for it to grow its own.

So right now, she didn’t have any good way to tell her master. It was all her fault for talking too much back then. She didn’t know much at first, but she had to say that she would.

Seriously, he had slapped his face to make it look like he deserved it.

He was in a good mood, seeing that Song Yao’s mind was not focused at all, he thought for a bit before saying to her: “Seeing that your mind was set on somewhere, you should head out for a while, I will send a message to Rong Chu and have him send someone to pick you up. I will only give you three days’ time, and if you can’t find him, you should come back, understand?”

Song Yao excitedly jumped three feet into the air, rushed over to save Teacher Xu, and almost picked him up.

Teacher Xu was shocked by her and shouted: “What kind of logic is this! How is this possible!? ”

Song Yao giggled and said that this was a way to express her love!

She tucked the book in her arms. In the twenty-first century, although she also liked to read, the readers and authors were too far away to be interested in knowing the author. Even if she did read half of the book, she wouldn’t rush it to the relevant software.

After all, a lot of people write a book out of love, give it up halfway through, either because they don’t like the story or because there’s something in real life that interrupts them.

But here, after reading so many books, the author’s temperament was very pleasing to her. The language teacher could also be considered a character fanatic. She was too lonely here. Perhaps there were some words that she could say to this person. Otherwise, how would she live this lonely and long life?

Maybe too lonely, she thought.

She had actually done such a thing, something she had once disliked the most.

I don’t know what kind of person this author is, male or female, old or young, ugly or beautiful.

But that’s not important, what’s important is…

You can’t do anything else after you fill the hole! In this day and age, this is the only pastime, writing half of it is simply depriving me of my happiness!

People are really contradictory. Readers who don’t want to deal with authors before also become interested in getting close to one.

The world is unpredictable.