1315: C1315 His Brain Was Damaged

C1315 His Brain Was Damaged

He gave Lee Shaolin a deep look, then turned to Qin Luo.

His eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

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The reception room...

A few old men were chatting.

"Hum... Hum... Hum..."

Suddenly, the phone in Chen Qiangsheng's pocket vibrated.

The corner of Chen Qiangsheng's mouth twitched. He quickly took out the phone from his pocket.

"It's Lee Zhenhua." Chen Qiangsheng looked at Qin Guoyang as if he was hinting at something.

"Answer it." Qin Guoyang smiled and waved his hand.

Chen Qiangsheng nodded and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Old Li..."

Before Chen Qiangsheng could finish, Lee Zhenhua interrupted him. "Old Chen, I won't say anymore nonsense. Hurry up and get me the best mathematics teacher in Yanjing."

Uh... Mathematics teacher?

Wait, was my phone broken or did my ear have a problem?

Chen Qiangsheng rubbed his ears and whispered, "Old Li, there seems to be something wrong with my phone. What did you say? Say it again..."

"I said get me a mathematics teacher." Lee Zhenhua's voice came from the phone again.

Well, it was not that the phone was broken, but that Lee Zhenhua had a problem with his brain.

The corner of Chen Qiangsheng's mouth twitched unnaturally.

After a long silence, Chen Qiangsheng opened his mouth again and said, "Old Li, is your brain fried?"

Uh... Why does this sentence sound so familiar?

Just a few minutes ago, he had said it to Lee Shaolin.

Shaolin, oh Shaolin, for your tutelage, I have completely lost my face.

Of course, he could also spend money to hire people. He believed that many people would flock to him.

But Zhendong would not do that. He wanted to find the best!

The kind that could not be hired even with money.

"Don't worry about the fever. Just tell me if it's okay or not." Lee Zhenhua raised his eyebrows and said through gritted teeth.

"Of course it's okay, but I have to know the reason, right?" Chen Qiangsheng said.

"It's like this..." Zhendong briefly recounted what had happened.

Lee Shaolin?

When Chen Qiangsheng heard what Zhendong said, he was stunned on the spot.1

Forgive me for being old, but my mind is still a little muddled right now.

Lee Shaolin grew up in Xiangshan. To put it bluntly, Chen Qiangsheng was one of the people who saw Lee Shaolin grow up with his own eyes.

He knew Lee Shaolin's personality better than anyone else.

Jumping, messing around, playing around...

If it was someone else, Chen Qiangsheng wouldn't be sure, but if it was Lee Shaolin, Chen Qiangsheng was sure that Lee Shaolin wasn't good at studying.

But now, Lee Shaolin actually took the initiative to ask for tutoring.

This simply refreshed Chen Qiangsheng's understanding.

Could this be the legendary prodigal son turning back?

But the speed at which he turned back was a little too fast.

So fast that he didn't even have time to react.

"Old Chen, Shaolin finally turned his head. As an elder, you can't just ignore him." Lee Zhenhua couldn't help but speak when he saw that Chen Qiangsheng hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Uh... It's possible, but I don't know if the other party is willing or not?" Chen Qiangsheng said.

"Who is the other party?"

"Yanjing University Professor, Qin Luo!" Chen Qiangsheng said, "The only person in China who won the Fields Mathematics Award."

Lee Zhenhua did not know what Fields was.

However, he could tell from Chen Qiangsheng's proud tone that Qin Luo was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Where is he now?" Lee Zhenhua hurriedly asked.

"Qin Family Compound..."

"Uh... Shaolin is there too." Lee Zhenhua said.

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