Chapter 433: 432. Creepy brain-dead fan Chapter 433: 432. Creepy brain-dead fan The man couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, and once again glanced at the pick-up sign he had. The next second, he hid it behind his back.
He was not one of those creepy, brain-dead fans who stalk celebrities.
Passengers began to trickle out of the airport exit, and those awaiting their arrival were making quite the scene with hugs and tears flowing freely in true emotion.
Bored, the man kicked at the ground with his foot and then saw a pair of white sneakers, won’s, co into view.
“Hello, are you Mr. Zheng Anhe?”
A clear and slightly cold female voice followed right after.
Looking up, he saw that under the black baseball cap, only a pair of sowhat cool eyes were visible; a black mask covered most of her face.
“…Tang Shu?”
A realization ca late.
“It’s .”
Tang Shu nodded, confirming his identity after hearing him correctly say her na.
However, the man still seed to be fixated on the question from before, “How did you recognize ?”
He had hidden the pick-up sign behind his back, and when Director Yang had told him to pick up the passenger, they had rely added each other on WeChat and confird the flight details.
Tang Shu kept silent for a mont, then pointed at the giant glass behind him, which revealed a faint reflective function.
It was obvious at a glance.
Zheng Anhe: “…”
“Cough, cough, welco, Miss Tang. There are a few brain-dead fans here to pick up people. Let’s make a move.”
Brain-dead fans…
Tang Shu twitched the corner of her mouth, glancing over at the pick-up sign that read “Tang Shu” and the excited young girls about five or six ters away, and couldn’t help but turn her gaze to her own attire.
A black jacket, black jeans.
Very good, it seed a last-minute clothing change had been quite necessary.
***
The driver was a chatterbox.
When Zheng Anhe heard his very enthusiastic whistle blow, along with the added comnt, “Yo, so you’re picking up your little girlfriend!”, he sort of regretted it.
As a seven-year consecutive title-holder of the most handso student and a direct-entry PhD student of the archaeology departnt at Imperial University, Zheng Anhe found himself in an awkward position for the second ti that day.
He felt the kind of regret that one digs out with their toes until they reach a three-room, two-bath situation.
“So… Miss Tang, you’re so young, yet you’re researching hieroglyphics?”
This was the outside help Director Yang had personally sought out.
Most of the frescoes in the Ancient Tomb contained hieroglyphics, and to thoroughly understand the cultural artifacts from the era the tomb belonged to, this outside assistance was indispensable.
But the person standing before him seed even younger than he was.
Had Director Yang been deceived?
It couldn’t be soone just joining in for the excitent and to pad their resu, could it?
Zheng Anhe couldn’t help but inwardly sneer, starting to look down on Tang Shu a bit.
“I have a casual understanding of the hieroglyphics. I’ve heard from Director Yang that most of you are students. Mr. Zheng can call Tang Shu, a freshman at dical University.”
A freshman?
Zheng Anhe was surprised for a mont, further solidifying his thoughts.
“Junior Sister Tang.”
“Senior Chen.”
The archaeological team had a total of 16 people, led by Director Yang of the history departnt at Imperial University.
Apart from Senior Chen from dical College, there were also two other veterans from archaeology, while the rest were graduate students from archaeology and history-related majors.
The one responsible for the archaeological equipnt and all the logistical preparations was Zheng Anhe, a graduate student from Imperial University, who everyone called Senior Zheng.
This was the person who had gone to the airport to pick up Tang Shu.
“Due to the high altitude here compared to the plains, to avoid altitude sickness, we’ve arranged oxygen-supply hotels for everyone, and the vehicles we’ll be using also supply oxygen.”
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