Chapter 434: 433. Senior Fang, I study Traditional Chinese dicine. Chapter 434: 433. Senior Fang, I study Traditional Chinese dicine. Along the way, Zheng Anhe was all business, educating Tang Shu about so basic knowledge.
“However, since this area is vast and sparsely populated, as we head deeper towards West Market, the likelihood of coming across any hotels along the way isn’t great. We’ll all just have to endure it, but if Junior Sister Tang feels any discomfort, please speak up.”
Of course, whether he would or could solve any issues was another matter entirely.
Tang Shu glanced at his indifferent attitude and nodded in understanding.
“Thank you.”
After speaking, she turned her gaze towards the window.
The Northwest really was vast and sparsely populated; from the mont they left the airport, there were very few buildings to be seen, let alone people.
Everywhere the taxi went was wide open, either boundless grasslands or a sparse collection of civilian hos, with a mountain that seed close by in the distance.
Of course, it only seed that way.
Because the environnt here was beautiful, with a blue sky and fluffy white clouds, the air was fresh and clear, offering unobstructed views, which also ant one could see far into the distance.
She took the liberty of removing her black mask, revealing her delicate features.
Zheng Anhe, who had not been particularly warm before, suddenly froze, feeling vaguely that this face seed familiar.
This was an extrely attractive girl, and even though he had seen many beautiful won, he was struck by her appearance to the core. The warning he intended to give got stuck in his throat, unable to utter another word.
It turned out that being attractive was indeed an advantage.
Zheng Anhe, who had been praised for his handsoness since childhood, finally understood the complex feelings of those around him when they couldn’t bring themselves to reprimand him for his mischievousness.
Damn… it was a bit frustrating.
The rest of the journey passed in silence.
Soon, the two arrived at the accommodation of the archaeological team—what Senior Zheng referred to as the Oxygen-supply Hotel.
Rather than a hotel, it was more appropriate to describe it as a guesthouse.
In this place where governnt buildings didn’t exceed three floors, the two-story guesthouse stood out among the mostly single-story earth-walled buildings.
Tang Shu followed the person ahead from the yard to the lounge, where Tibetan-style decor filled her vision everywhere.
“Senior Zheng, you’ve brought soone back already, that was quick!”
The voice was heard before the person was seen.
As the two entered the lounge, an excited male voice reached their ears.
Tang Shu looked forward and saw a lively youth wearing a black jacket, darting over in a style with a hint of rock.
“Is this the formidable external support ntioned by Director Yang, so… young?”
The word “young” rolled around in the boy’s stomach several tis before he managed to voice it out. He seed a bit astonished, his eyes fixated on Tang Shu with curiosity.
Better to describe her as “young” than “small.”
Anyway, she looked younger than him, that was for sure.
Zheng Anhe nodded and skillfully kicked towards the boy’s groin, “What on earth are you dressed in, kid?!”
“Hey! We’re not heading down into the tombs, so I just dressed casually. Don’t worry, Senior, I’ll be sure to dress properly when it’s ti to work.”
Zheng Anhe snorted lightly and didn’t argue further.
“This is Fang Yining, also one of Director Yang’s students. Yining, I have so things to handle, you show Junior Sister Tang around.”
With that sentence, he introduced the two and then promptly strode through the lounge towards his room.
Fang Yining seed quite enthusiastic about the task, shouting his assurances.
“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely complete the mission!”
After speaking, he chuckled, “So you’re Junior Sister Tang, right? Are you studying archaeology or history?”
“Senior Fang, I study Chinese dicine.”
“…Huh?”
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