"May I know which room the teachers of the Central Academy of Music are staying in? We would like to pay them a visit."
In the lobby of Wanda Sunshine Hotel, Qin Lang was asking the lobby staff for the accommodation of the teachers in charge of the art examination.
"I'm sorry, sir. We can't reveal our guests' information to you." The lobby staff rejected Qin Lang's request in a professional tone.
"Sir, we have an urgent matter to discuss with the teachers —"
"You must be students taking part in the art examination. We've seen many situations like this. But I'm sorry, we can't tell you. If the guests are disturbed, it would be our negligence. Please forgive us. "After all, the hotel staff was very polite when they rejected people.
Facing such a staff, Qin Lang knew that it was useless to bribe them. There must be cameras in the lobby. Even if the staff wanted to bribe them, he wouldn't have the guts.
Qin Lang had an idea in his mind. "Handsome, can you give me a room?"
"Of course. May I know which room you want? And please show me your ID. "
"Please get the room closest to the teachers of the Central Academy of Music." Qin Lang said slyly, "Now, we are guests too. You can't reject our small request."
"Of course. But please show me your bank card. " The handsome staff didn't make things difficult for Qin Lang this time. Because the customer was king. This was the first rule of the hotel staff.
"See, it's done!" Qin Lang waved the room card in his hand at Jiang Xueqing proudly.
But at this moment, Qin Lang's smile suddenly froze —
Because he suddenly saw a familiar figure looking at him with a strange and disdainful gaze at the hotel elevator.
It was an arrogant lady. She was also Lo Bin's mother, Song Wenru.
Song Wenru had come to the hotel to attend the conference. She had never expected to see Qin Lang getting a room with a girl here. This made the little good impression she had on Qin Lang disappear. She felt that such a man was not worthy of her baby daughter. Not at all!
Qin Lang didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. He could read Song Wenru's mind from her eyes, so Qin Lang quickly walked over and explained, "Auntie Song, here's the thing —"
"I'm very busy. I don't have time to listen to your senseless explanation. We both know what's going on. I just want to ask you, does Lil Bing know about this? "
Qin Lang shook his head and wanted to explain, but Song Wenru didn't give Qin Lang the chance to explain. "Very good! I'll tell her! Qin Lang, I originally planned to give you a chance. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant! "
After that, Song Wenru swaggered off.
Qin Lang was angry with her arrogant attitude, so he was too lazy to explain anything.
"Qin Lang, who is she?" Jiang Xueqing came to Qin Lang's side at this time.
"Lo Bin's mother."
"What — then she must have misunderstood us. How about this, I'll catch up and explain to her …"
"It's useless to explain to her. Besides, with her character, she won't listen to your explanation at all. "Qin Lang said calmly.
But Jiang Xueqing still stubbornly chased out and stopped Song Wenru at the entrance of the hotel. "Auntie, are you Lo Bin's mother? It's like this. I'm Qin Lang's classmate. We're 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 waiter opened the door for her. The moment she got in the car, Song Wenru turned around and said to Jiang Xueqing, "You two don't know how to respect yourselves!"
"Hey, what did you say —"
Qin Lang strode forward and suddenly pulled Song Wenru's car door. "Ms. Song, you can misunderstand me, or even insult me. But please don't insult a good girl!"
If it wasn't because Song Wenru was Lo Bin's mother, Qin Lang might have smashed the car again.
"I have my own standards on how to evaluate a girl. I don't need you to tell me." Song Wenru was indeed the head of the Education Department. Her words were indeed sharp. "Besides, if you're upright, you don't have to worry about being misunderstood. Well, Qin Lang, although I'm grateful to you for curing Lil Bing's illness, it doesn't mean that I will unconditionally think that you're a good boy. If you change your mind, I'm willing to pay you a generous consultation fee at any time. Master Cao, please drive. "
"See, I told you that she wouldn't listen to your explanation." Watching Song Wenru's car driving away, Qin Lang gave Jiang Xueqing a helpless, bitter smile.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault." Qin Lang smiled. "She doesn't like me. That's not something that happened in a day or two. It's a long story. Let's solve your problem first. "
Jiang Xueqing nodded and followed Qin Lang to take the elevator upstairs.
Qin Lang's room was number five on the fourteenth floor. It was a business room, which was more suitable for the teachers' accommodation.
It seemed that the teachers of the Central Conservatory of Music also lived on the fourteenth floor.
In the elevator, Jiang Xueqing was still thinking about how to find the right room. However, when the elevator door opened, she suddenly realized that her worries were unnecessary. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw two student-looking girls walking out of a room. At this time, the door was not closed. She could vaguely see the students' parents talking to the people in the room. Jiang Xueqing recognized the person in the room. She was one of the teachers in charge of the art examination today.
Qin Lang, on the other hand, had expected this a long time ago. Because he was a member of the pugilistic world, he knew that there were too many people who could do anything in this day and age. Even a small geoscience exam would definitely be filled with all kinds of unspoken rules and dirty deals. Some parents would definitely bribe these teachers to get their children into a good university and become famous.
However, the funny thing was that Qin Lang was also here to make a deal. He knew that art was priceless, but the score of the art examination was. Hence, he hoped to solve the problem with a price.
The parent from before had already left the room. The moment the door closed, Qin Lang pressed his hand on the door to prevent it from closing. Then, he knocked on the door.
The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man with long hair and glasses. He was wearing pajamas and looked like an artist.
"You are?" The middle-aged artist sized up Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing. His gaze lingered on Jiang Xueqing greedily for a while before he said, "Art examination students?"
"Hello, teacher." Qin Lang nodded and squeezed into the room through the gap of the door. At times like this, he had to be thick-skinned.
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