"I want to sign up for the 'Taoist Study-Tired Class'."
Lin Wanwan pointed to the small scrawled words on the brochure, with a business-like fake smile on her face, but she was sharpening her knife in her heart.
The little Taoist priest who received him adjusted his glasses, his expression even more confused than the wolfberry thermos cup in his hand: "Female donor, are you sure you are... Tired of studying?"
"Yes, it specializes in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction. It is specially opened for people who are not interested in Taoism!"
At this moment, Zhang Qingxuan, who was closing his eyes and concentrating in the backyard, was slapped awake by his master: "Qingxuan, your 'fate' has come."
He looked up and saw that it was the woman who was sleeping sprawled out on the top of the mountain yesterday, and when she woke up, she called him a "scumbag and a stalker".
Zhang Qingxuan: "..."
He just wanted to fish quietly, so why did he end up with this giant Buddha?
