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Seeing that Zhao An and Li Qingge were about to leave, Zhang Jiaqing anxiously said, "Zhao An, don't go yet. I've been waiting here since early morning. Let's talk about the Baohua Spiritual Restoration Pills."

"Old Master Zhang, you should go back first. We still have to go to class. When I have time, I'll pay a visit to the Occult Hall." Only then did Zhao An turn around and speak seriously to Zhang Jiaquan.

Zhao An was very clear on the value of the Baohua Soul-Nurturing Pills. Otherwise, Zhang Jiaqing would not have been waiting here so early in the morning.

The Octavo itself was making Chinese patent medicine, and a formula with commercial value was of great importance to the Octavo. It was like a patent held by a high-tech company, essential to its very existence.

Just relying on donkey glue to replenish blood, ground yellow pills, and other products, the Octavo Temple had already been able to go on the market. It was the big boss of Hunan province's medicine industry. What if he could master Baohua Spirit Nurturing Pills?

Although Zhang Jiaqing had already let go of the drug company and only controlled the store, he couldn't possibly completely ignore the matter regarding the drug company. His son was still in control of the drug company.

If he could bring the Baohua Soul-Nurturing Pills to market, what kind of exciting future was this? It was impossible for such pills to be sold at the same price as the Blood Replenishing Granules and the Dihuang Pills, but there was no need to worry about their sales. It was completely possible to position Baohua Spiritual Brewing Pill as a high-end product of the Baji Hall, so that the product line covering high school health care Chinese patent medicine products would be ready.

Many foreign medical companies occupied a very large market in some low-end daily medicines, but their profits often came from the sales of high-end special medicines. Even if it was a thousand dollars worth of medicine, they would not worry about the sales.

Of course, Western medicine was more acceptable globally, including China. The special drugs were easier to introduce, but Chinese medicine was different. The majority of countries in the West had a negative attitude towards Chinese medicine, which they did not trust.

That was not important. The Chinese market was big enough, let alone waiting for the Baohua Soul-Nurturing Pills to become famous in China. Would they still be afraid of rich people from abroad not buying them? After all, wanting to have good health was something everyone yearned for. When the time came, who would care about the attitude of the western medical community towards Chinese medicine?

The most important thing was that although Zhang Jiaqing had a healthy body, he was an old man after all. The older a person was, the more they cared about their health and the more they wanted to stay away from death. To Zhang Jiaqing, Baohua Spirit Nurturing Pills were much more attractive than his idea of promoting Baohua Spirit Nurturing Pills.

"How was school today?" No matter what, he had to get Zhao An's contact information outside of the school today. Zhang Jiaqing believed that since Zhao An would come to find him yesterday, Zhao An must have some plan. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given Zhang Jiaqing a Baohua Pill for free.

Zhao An didn't answer and just walked into the school with Li Qingge. In this kind of situation, whoever was able to keep their cool would receive more benefits, not to mention that Zhao An had always been in a strong position in the matter of Baohua Spiritual Restoration Pills.

Upon entering the campus, Li Qingge turned around to take a glance and discovered that Zhang Jiaqing was still outside the school. She couldn't help but ask, "Did you see him after school today?"

"Qingqing, what do you think? I'll listen to you." Zhao An was still the same as before.

"Zhao An, be more normal!" Li Qingge crossed her arms and angrily said, "I'm getting goosebumps all over my body."

"You said this person … I won't listen to you. You're angry. I'll listen to you. You're angry too. You are not happy that I'm competing with you, but you are also angry at me for being so warm and gentle. " Zhao An shook his head and sighed.

"Who asked you to be so gentle to me!" Li Qingge opened her eyes wide and spoke with pride, "This is the truth. No matter what, I hate you!"

This made Li Qingge very happy. Many people said that he liked Zhao An, which made Li Qingge a little worried. As expected, she didn't need to dwell on this issue. Zhao An was so annoying, how could she like him?

"Honestly, what do you think? "You think I should talk to him today? I should talk to him today. If I don't talk to him, I won't talk to him." Zhao An asked seriously.

When Li Qingge saw Zhao An's serious expression, she was stunned for a moment. She felt a strange feeling in her heart. It seemed to be a bit sweet. Being valued like this didn't feel repulsive at all … Li Qingge was angered by this feeling, "I hate you! I hate you the most! "

With that, Li Qingge ran into the classroom.

According to his own analysis, Li Qingge shouldn't have hated him. She should have had some good feelings towards him, and right now, Zhao An was sure that Li Qingge didn't really hate her. But what on earth was her motive for all this?

Zhao An was a little confused. Girls were really a complicated species, relying only on books and research on psychological analysis, while he himself was just a theorist. It wasn't that easy to understand girls, but to get along with girls like Li Qingge, one would have to rely on practical experiences to test them.

Ye Zichen wanted to ask Li Qingge about Lin Nan Xiu today, he reckoned he was done for.

During class, Zhao An wrote a note and threw it to Li Qingge.

Li Qingge seriously stared at the blackboard and felt the gazes that were directed at her. Only then did she lower her head and look at the crumpled up note on the table.

Zhao An was the only one who dared to throw a paper slip at Li Qingge in class. Without a doubt, the gazes from the surroundings were all for the reason. The only one who didn't fear death and provoke Li Qingge was Zhao An.

Li Qingge didn't care about how others thought of her. However, when he thought about how Zhao An was always provoking him without restraint, and didn't fear her in the slightest, Li Qingge was still unhappy.

Li Qingge glanced at the slip of paper and then turned around to look at Zhao An. Then, he once again raised his head to look at the blackboard and ignored the slip of paper.

After the class ended, Li Qingge opened the note and read, "Qingqing, I'll treat you to lunch at noon..."

Li Qingge drew a lump of smelly feces on the back of the paper and threw it back.

Zhao An immediately threw the note to him. Li Qingge took a look at it and was about to go crazy. On the slip of paper, it said, "Qingqing, do you want me to treat you to a piece of sh * t? "Then let's go to the toilet. I'll bring it to you. It's fresh."

"Zhao An, you're already dead!" Li Qingge was furious and rushed towards Zhao An.

Zhao An hurriedly ran.

Of course, Li Qingge would chase after him. If she could still endure such provocation, then she wouldn't be Li Qingge.

When class ended, there were always groups of people rushing to the cafeteria. Most of the students had already left the dining hall, leaving the classrooms and corridors empty as they ran out of the building. There weren't many people in the entire school.

Li Qingge strode forward with her long legs, but she had to run slower. After all, it was a skirt, so she could only press one hand on the back of it to keep it from floating up. Li Qingge couldn't help but feel regret.

Zhao An ran all the way to the corner of the football field before stopping. He tried to climb the wall, but gave up.

Li Qingge was panting heavily. She spread her arms behind her back and revealed a somewhat proud expression, "Run! Let's see where you can run to!"

Zhao An stopped running and looked at Li Qingge with a smile. "It's not easy to pull you out and have a few words with you alone."

Li Qingge was stunned and immediately said, "Don't try to use your schemes and tricks to get rid of my anger. The note you wrote to me just now has already sentenced you to death!"

"Think what you want. I'm not that angry. Will you come out?" Zhao An said in a matter-of-fact manner.

He didn't know why his heart was beating so fast, but it was probably because he had been running for a while. His heartbeat was faster as he said, "I'll deal with you later. Tell me quickly, what kind of schemes do you have to trick me into coming here?"

"There's no conspiracy. I just want to talk to you for a bit." Zhao An looked at Li Qingge in front of him. His long hair was a little messy because he was running, and his bangs were in front of his forehead, half covering his pretty eyebrows, and his cheeks had a faint blush. His moist lips were like a peach, and his hands were behind his back, making his bulging chest even more straight.

"What... "What are you saying …" Li Qingge suddenly had an absurd idea. According to countless stories, movies, and gossip, Zhao An couldn't be thinking of confessing to him, right?

No …. He liked to provoke him, he liked to bully him, he liked to provoke him, he liked to ridicule him, but he definitely wouldn't like him. He liked those kinds of pretentious girls like Ye Luo.

A girl like him, who had been arguing with him every day, who had always been displeased with him, who neither was gentle nor did she know how to act coquettish and coquettish, how could Zhao An like her?

As Li Qingge thought of this, a lot of depression arose in his heart, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking about it … What if … What if he went crazy or something like that? What if he really did confess? What should he do?