Cheng Nuo asked curiously, "Sister Fang, you must have a high attainment in antiques?"

Fang Lian raised his eyebrows proudly, as if he was very satisfied with Cheng Nuo's question.

"That's of course, I learned this craft with my master when I was ten years old. In ten years, I learned what the master had learned in fifty years."

“For example…”

Fang Lian took out an exquisitely crafted brooch from his bag, held it in his hand and said slowly.

"For example, even an experienced antique dealer cannot accurately determine its age in a short time. And I can tell the age of it in just five minutes. If I give me more time, I can also accurately determine which emperor was made during his reign, and I can estimate it."

"Little brother, why not just guess what era this brooch was made in. If you guess correctly, I can give it to you!" Fang Lian looked at Cheng Nuo and said with a smile.

Originally, Fang Lian just wanted to joke with Cheng Nuo. By the way, let him know that the antique industry is not as simple as he imagined.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Nuo looked very interested, "Since that's the case, Sister Fang, I have to guess it carefully."

While talking, Cheng Nuo included data about the brooch in Fang Lian's hand in his brain.

"Weight 30.56 grams, produced in 1102..."

1102, according to dynasty, should have been the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji.

In order not to appear shocking, Cheng Nuo pretended to shake his head and hesitated for a while, and hesitated, "I guess... it was the Song Dynasty?"

Fang Lian's face, which was originally smiling, suddenly froze. A pair of peach blossom eyes that charmed all living beings looked at Cheng Nuo and asked unwillingly, "Southern Song or Northern Song?"

"Northern Song Dynasty." Cheng Nuo answered without hesitation.

"Which emperor was that in power?" Fang Lian's tone was filled with a hint of intriguing suspicion.

"Song Huizong." Cheng Nuo replied subconsciously.

However, as soon as I blurted out, I realized something was wrong.

If we say that the Song Dynasty and the Northern Song Dynasty could still guess again by luck, then Cheng Nuo could accurately say that the creation of Song Huizong during his reign was probably not just good luck, right?

So Cheng Nuo had to forcefully explain. He scratched the back of his head, pretended to be unaware of it and smiled, "Hahaha, Sister Fang, I guessed it casually. You won't tell me... I guessed it right?"

Fang Lian didn't reply, but just looked up and down with a slightly suspicious look.

In fact, the last question she asked about this brooch was produced during the reign of the emperor, and she was to make a fool of herself.

But in fact, even Fang Lian himself could not accurately determine which emperor this brooch was produced during the reign of the emperor. It could only be vaguely determined between four or five emperors.

Among them is the Song Huizong Zhao Ji mentioned by Cheng Nuo. This is quite intriguing. It would be fine if it was just a coincidence. But... if Cheng Nuo really saw the real age of this brooch.

This...is very interesting.

This brooch was always held in his hand. Although Cheng Nuo was sitting opposite him, he could only see the outline of the brooch. As for the specific details and textures of the brooch, Cheng Nuo might find it difficult to see them all clearly.

This is very scary. You can only judge the specific dynasty of an antique by looking at the general appearance and without looking at the specific details. Even... it is accurate to the reign of a certain emperor.

To be honest, Fang Lian thought he could not do this.

In the entire antique industry in China, only a few people can do it. And those people, the youngest in their grade, are only in their fifties, and have not come out for a long time.

"It seems that my little brother next door is a bit difficult!" Fang Lian felt a secret heart.

Fang Lian doesn't think that the smiling boy sitting opposite him would be just an ordinary high school student.

There must be other secrets hidden in him.

On the other side of Cheng Nuo, Fang Lian's eyes were always staring at, and Cheng Nuo also felt a little uncomfortable all over, and felt like a secret was discovered.

After drinking the last few mouthfuls of tofu brain, Cheng Nuo stood up from his seat and said lustfully, pretending to be rushing.

"Sister Fang, although I guessed it right, this brooch is too expensive, so I don't want it. Also, class is about to begin, I'm leaving right away. Goodbye, Sister Fang!"

Waving his hand, Cheng Nuo rode his bicycle and drove towards the distance.

Fang Lian looked at Cheng Nuo's hurriedly leaving back, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Interesting... Interesting..."

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"call--"

Cheng Nuo, who was riding a bicycle, breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, under Fang Lian's calm gaze, Cheng Nuo always felt like he was exposed to her.

For Fang Lian, it is better for him to deal with her less.

Alas, seeing that brooch is so beautiful, I originally wanted to sue it from Fang Lian and give it to Mu Leng.

However... I blame myself for accidentally saying that I was bald and could only give up the car to protect my handsome guy. If Fang Lian asked me, my superpowers would probably be exposed.

Along the way, Cheng Nuo rode his bicycle at lightning speed, humming a small song, and galloped to the school.

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At 8 o'clock in the morning, Class 18, Class 3, Qingcheng No. 2 Middle School.

As a rapid phone ringing sounded, it indicates that one of the few high school study and life has begun.

The first class is Lao Tang's math class. Lao Tang had long said that today was about the test papers that were taken yesterday. Therefore, everyone used to put the test papers on the table, prepare them early, and wait for Lao Tang's arrival.

"What is Cheng Nuo doing? I haven't come yet. Are you afraid that Old Tang will scold him for another morning?" Hao Shuai looked at the seat next to him and muttered in a low voice.

Suddenly, at this moment, a figure walked into the classroom stepping on the class ringtone. This person was none other than Cheng Nuo.

But after entering the classroom, Cheng Nuo did not walk backwards to his seat. Instead, he walked up to the podium with a surprised gaze of the whole class.

Cheng Nuo held a thermos cup in one hand and a stack of test papers under his armpits in the other hand. He also had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that he got from somewhere.

Cheng Nuo walked towards the podium, and the teacher put the thermos and test papers on the podium in a manner. Then he supported the podium with both hands and said loudly.

"Hello, classmates!"

The squad leader of Class 18 shouted in a conditioned manner, "Stand up!"

Brush brush brush brush brush —

Fifty people in Class 18 all stood up. Before they could react, they had already said the next sentence.

"Hello teacher!"

The voices of fifty people echoed clearly in the classroom.

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