Juvenile Medical God

"Excuse me, which room do the teachers of the Central Conservatory of Music live in? We want to visit."

In the lobby of Wanda Sunshine Hotel, Qin Lang is consulting the staff of the lobby with the teacher's residence in charge of the art test.

"Sorry, we can't disclose the relevant information of the guests to you." The waiter in the lobby refused Qin Lang's request with a very professional tone.

"This big brother, we are in a hurry to find some teachers--"

"Classmates, you are students taking the arts exam. We see you more in this situation. But we are really sorry, we cannot tell you, because if the guests are disturbed, it is our dereliction of duty. Please understand." After all, it is big The hotel's waiters and refusals are so polite.

Faced with such a waiter, Qin Lang knew that it was useless to pay bribes, because there must be a camera in the lobby, and even if the waiter was intentional, he must not be guilty.

When Qin Lang thought, he had an idea in his mind: "Handsome, can you open a room for me?"

"Of course. May I ask which room you want, and please show your ID card."

"Please open the room closest to the teacher of the Central Conservatory of Music." Qin Lang said slyly, "Now, we are also guests, you can not refuse our little request."

"Of course. But please show your bank card." The waiter and handsome guy did not embarrass Qin Lang this time, because the customer is God, this is the first article of the hotel staff code.

"I see it, I'm done!" Qin Lang shook his room card to Jiang Xueqing with some pride.

But at this moment, Qin Lang's smile suddenly solidified-

Because he suddenly found the elevator at the hotel, a familiar figure was looking at him with surprise and contempt.

This is a proud lady, she is also Luo Wen's mother Song Wenru.

Song Wenru came to the hotel to participate in the seminar, but she never expected that she would see Qin Lang and the girl opening the room here, which made her feelings for Qin Lang's only good feeling disappeared. She felt that such a boy was basically Not good enough for your baby girl, not good enough!

Qin Lang didn't expect it to be such a coincidence, and he understood her inner thoughts from Song Wenru's eyes, so Qin Lang quickly hurried over to explain: "Aunt Song, this is the case--"

"I'm busy, I don't have time to listen to your boring explanation. We know each other well and know what this is all about. I only ask you, does Xiaobing know this matter?"

Qin Lang shook his head and wanted to explain, but Song Wenru did not give Qin Lang an opportunity to explain: "Very good! I will tell her! Qin Lang, I originally planned to give you a chance, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant!"

After speaking, Song Wenru went away.

Qin Lang was so angry with her arrogant attitude that she was too lazy to explain anything.

"Qin Lang, is she?" Jiang Xueqing came to Qin Lang at this time.

"Luobin's mother."

"What--then she must have misunderstood us, so let's catch up and explain to her ..."

"It's useless to explain to her. Moreover, with her character, she won't listen to your explanation at all." Qin Lang said calmly.

But Jiang Xueqing still chased out stubbornly and stopped Song Wenru at the door of the hotel, "Auntie, are you Luo Bin's mother? Is that true? I am Qin Lang's classmate, we are just ordinary classmates ..."

"Do I know you? Do I need to listen to your explanation?" At this time, a car stopped in front of Song Wenru. The hotel's waiter opened the door for her. When he got in the car, Song Wenru turned back and said to Jiang Xueqing, " Neither of you knows to love oneself! "

"Hey, what do you say--"

Qin Lang stepped forward and slammed Song Wenru's car door. "Ms. Song, you can misunderstand me and even insult me, but please don't insult a good girl!"

If it weren't because Song Wenru was Luo Bin's mother, Qin Lang might not be able to crash the car again.

"How to evaluate the quality of a girl, I have my own standards, and I don't need you to give pointers." Song Wenru deserves to be the director of the Ministry of Education, and his words are really tight. "In addition, if you are sitting straight, you also You do n’t have to worry about being misunderstood. Well, Qin Lang, although I thank you for curing Xiaobing ’s disease before, it does n’t mean that I will unconditionally think you are a good boy. If you change your mind, I ’m willing to pay Give you a generous consultation fee-Master Cao, please drive. "

"Look, I said she wouldn't listen to your explanation." Watching Song Wenru's car go away quickly, Qin Lang gave Jiang Xueqing a helpless smile.

"Sorry."

"This thing doesn't blame you." Qin Lang laughed. "She doesn't look good on me. That's not a day or two. It's a long story. Let's solve your problem first."

Jiang Xueqing nodded, followed Qin Lang by elevator and went upstairs.

Qin Lang ’s room number is No. 5 on the 14th floor, which is a business single room, which is more suitable for those teachers ’accommodation standards.

In this way, the teachers of the Central Conservatory of Music should also live on the 14th floor.

While in the elevator, Jiang Xueqing was still wondering how to find an accurate room, but when the elevator opened, she suddenly realized that this worry was unnecessary, because when she just got out of the elevator, she saw two girls who looked like students. When I walked out of a room, the door of the room had not been closed at this time. I could see the parents of the students talking to the people in the room.Jiang Xueqing, the man in the room, recognized that he was one of the teachers in charge of the art test today.

But Qin Lang had expected this because he was a river and lake. He knew that there were too many people who had a lot of hands and eyes. Even if it was a small geography test, it would definitely be full of all kinds of unspoken rules, all kinds of Dirty deal.Some parents will definitely bribe these teachers for their children to go to college and become famous.

However, it is ridiculous that Qin Lang is also here to trade.He knows that art is priceless, but the scores of the art test are valuable, so he hopes to use a price to solve the problem.

The previous parent had left the room. At the moment the door closed, Qin Lang pressed the door with his hand so that the door was not closed. Then he knocked on the door.

The door opened was a middle-aged man with long hair and glasses, and he was wearing pajamas directly. This dress was quite an artist's style.

"Are you?" The middle-aged artist looked at Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing for a while, and then greedily left Jiang Xueqing for a while, then went on to say, "Art test student?"

"Hello teacher." Qin Lang nodded and squeezed into the room through the door. At this time, he always had to be cheeky.

Jiang Xueqing also followed.