Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Wilderness—Boys Need to Protect Themselves!
He obviously wasn’t planning to use a banana for stitching.
After all, he had spent a whole year studying without rest, a total of 525,600 minutes, during which he performed nearly 20,000 stitching surgeries. He wasn’t some surgical fanatic gone mad, continuing to sew for no reason.
Peeling open the skin of Mr. Banana and eating elegantly—what a delight.
Four thirty.
Zhang Lingchuan went downstairs to see how Wanqing was getting along.
"Master Zhang, you came at the perfect time. I’ve just finished and was about to send it to you via WeChat, but the file is quite large. I think it’s better if you log in directly on Douyin here or take a USB to copy it."
He was stopped by Song Wanqing.
"Finished so quickly? Wanqing is exceptional!"
Zhang Lingchuan was a bit surprised; it had only been just over an hour.
"Aren’t we, Ji Da students, supposed to be excellent? Right, Master Zhang?"
Song Wanqing said with a serious yet playful smile.
"Right, right, I’ll log in directly here then."
Zhang Lingchuan logged into his account on Song Wanqing’s computer; using a USB to copy was just too much hassle.
"Master Zhang, I’ve scheduled it, when is our next live stream?"
After logging in, Song Wanqing started skillfully operating the Douyin creation assistant, posting three videos and scheduling three more.
"When the live stream starts mainly depends on when the cattle farmers call my dad. At present, these are the urgent ones we’ve sorted out; I reckon the soonest may be the day after tomorrow."
Zhang Lingchuan was uncertain.
Being a veterinarian in the countryside can be busy at times, but there are also leisure moments.
"Oh, so have Uncle and Aunt gone on a trip?"
Song Wanqing nodded, then curiously asked since she had not seen Uncle and Aunt since yesterday and today.
"Yeah, to visit the First People’s Hospital..."
Zhang Lingchuan spread his hands helplessly.
"Ah! Uncle’s alright, isn’t he!?"
Song Wanqing was startled. She originally thought Teacher Zhang returned to let the parents go have fun themselves, and he would handle the house chores. She didn’t expect them actually to be in the hospital.
"It’s not bad, just a minor car accident injury on the foot needs to be treated for a while, my mom is taking care of him."
Zhang Lingchuan looked relaxed, taking this injury recovery period as a bit of a vacation for Old Zhang, who’s been running around for decades.
"Alrighty, then Master Zhang, my task completed, I’m clocking out now~"
Song Wanqing logged out of the account in front of Zhang Lingchuan, then put away her computer, smiling with pretty eyes.
"Thank you, thank you, maybe one day, Wanqing, when you have time, I’ll treat you to some rice noodles."
Even though helping shoot was work assigned by the Integrated Media Center, this job didn’t cover video editing, let alone posting on Douyin.
All of this was done voluntarily by the other party, so Zhang Lingchuan was truly grateful.
"Haha, Master Zhang is so courteous, I won’t hold back then! Shall we go now?!"
Song Wanqing adjusted her glasses while looking at Zhang Lingchuan, flashing a deep dimple.
"Uh? Go now?"
Zhang Lingchuan had intended to invite her to a meal, but he was stunned by the suggestion to go right away.
He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, realizing he was getting old, unable to keep up with the young people’s spontaneity.
But damn it, he’s only twenty-five!
Old my ass!
His glorious days are just beginning!
"Yeah, anyway, Master Zhang, you’re home alone. Cooking is a hassle, isn’t it better to go to the county town for rice noodles to fix dinner? Do you agree?"
Four fifty-five.
At the entrance of the County Integrated Media Center.
A small electric scooter parked at the front.
"Master Zhang, sorry to keep you waiting!"
A girl in a white doll-collar academy-style top, blue jeans, with a large black pair of glasses, and dimples on her cheeks came running over.
"It’s alright, Wanqing, there’s a snail rice noodle shop ahead. Ever tried it? How about we go for snail rice noodles?"
At this moment, Zhang Lingchuan parks the car under a tree at the entrance.
Snail rice noodles are rarer in the Northeast, but they’re sprouting everywhere in Lingnan, and very suitable for taking a friend out.
"I’ve never tried snail rice noodles, sure, can try it, but Master Zhang we only had lunch around one, isn’t it a bit early for dinner at four fifty?"
Song Wanqing looked at Zhang Lingchuan.
"Then let’s go wander about the street?"
Alright, it is indeed a bit early. Maybe he should take her for a stroll to while away the time?
"What fun in wandering the street, Master Zhang, I’ll take you to a great place, I guarantee you’ll love it!"
Song Wanqing took the yellow safety helmet Zhang Lingchuan had left in front of the car, put it on her head, and started the vehicle.
"Wanqing, what’s this about?"
Watching her expertly reverse, Zhang Lingchuan was stunned.
Spending too long in the Northeast makes the contrast way too huge, this petite and shy girl next door had a strangely bold aura about her.
"Master Zhang, my skills are great, hop on!!"
Song Wanqing looked back at Zhang Lingchuan with one hand on the handle, tapping the empty backseat with the other. Not sure what she was smiling about, her two little tiger teeth were always visible, and her eyes seemed like little spirals.
"Okay, okay."
Song Wanqing’s maneuver left Zhang Lingchuan in confusion.
Seriously, has being stuck in the lab for six-seven years made him disconnected from society?
Today’s junior, really the epitome of outgoing!
Damn it, up till now, it’s my first time sitting on the back seat of a scooter driven by a girl.
At this moment, he had a weird thought pop into his mind, society’s changed, boys must protect themselves outside.
Qing County streets.
A white scooter speeding through.
Five ten.
After a twenty-minute ride.
The vehicle stopped at the edge of a small hill in an outlying Qing County village.
"Master Zhang, the slope’s a bit steep and it’s all rough terrain, scooters aren’t good for climbing, let’s walk up."
Song Wanqing parked the scooter and handed the keys to Zhang Lingchuan.
"Wanqing, where are you taking me?"
The phrase "taking out a sister" is popular, but today Zhang Lingchuan felt what it’s like to be "taken out by a sister."
As he gazed at the small hill, he was a bit dumbfounded.
This is the great place she mentioned??
Honestly.
He’s not fond of climbing hills at all.
"Master Zhang, no need to be so tense, I won’t sell you off."
Song Wanqing couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth as she watched Zhang Lingchuan in a daze with a bit of panic.
"Well, no, who’d sell who is yet to be determined, but Wanqing, what’s up there? It looks quite isolated."
Selling him.
He wasn’t worried.
After all, it’s his hometown.
If selling.
He might have a better chance of selling her off.
But now Zhang Lingchuan was curious about where the girl intended to take him.
Though summer days are long.
Dark around seven.
But it was already after five.
In this wilderness.
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