The man couldn't help but lower his head and muttered, glanced at his pick-up pass again, and carried him behind him the next second.

He is not a slutty and stupid fan who follows celebrities.

Passengers began to walk out one after another at the exit of the airport, and the people who picked up the plane were also very lively. They hugged each other and cried in tears, and the true love was staged.

The man poked the ground with his feet bored, and saw a pair of white shoes, which were women's styles.

"Hello, are Zheng An and Mr. Zheng?"

Then, a clear female voice sounded in front of her, with a little coldness.

He looked up and saw only a slightly cold look under the black baseball cap, and the black mask blocked most of his face.

“…Tang Shu?”

Later on, you realize it later.

"It's me."

Tang Shu nodded. Hearing the other party called out his name accurately, he confirmed his identity.

But the other party was obviously still struggling with the question just now, "How did you recognize me?"

He clearly carried the pick-up pass behind his back, and when Director Yang informed him to pick him up, he just added a WeChat message to each other and confirmed the flight information.

Tang Shumo said, stretched out his finger to point to the giant glass behind him, and saw a faint reflection function.

It's clear at a glance.

Zheng Anhe: "..."

"Ahem, Miss Tang welcomes you. There are a few brainless fans here to pick you up. Let's take it away first."

Brainless fans...

Tang Shu twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at the pick-up sign with "Tang Shu" written five or six meters away and the girl who was still excited, and couldn't help but turn her eyes to her clothes.

Black jacket, black jeans.

Very good, it seems that it is very necessary to change a piece of clothing immediately.

***

The driver is a chatterbox.

When Zheng Anhe heard his whistle enthusiastically and gave a declaration of "Oh, it turns out to be a pick-up girl!", he regretted it a little.

As a bachelor's degree in the Department of Archaeology and a school leader who has been enrolled in seven years, Zheng Anhe has put himself in an embarrassing situation for the second time today.

I wish I could use my toes to cut out the kind of three bedrooms and two living rooms.

"That... I see that Miss Tang is very young, and she actually has a study on hunting scripts?"

This is a foreign aid invited by Director Yang.

Most of the murals in the tombs cover hunting scripts. If you want to understand the cultural relics of the era in which the tomb is located thoroughly, this foreign aid is indispensable.

But the person in front of him looked younger than him.

Did Director Yang be deceived?

It's not someone who is here to join in the fun and get acquainted with qualifications.

Zheng Anhe couldn't help but complain, and felt a little contemptuous of Tang Shu.

"I occasionally understand Liejiewen. I heard from Director Yang that most of you are students. Mr. Zheng can call me Tang Shu, a freshman in the medical university."

Freshman?

Zheng Anhe was surprised for a moment and became more and more determined.

"School Sister Tang."

"Senior Zheng."

There are 16 people in the archaeological team, led by Director Yang of the Emperor's History Department.

In addition to Senior Chen, Tang Shu, who was in the Medical Academy, there are two other old people from the archaeology major, and the rest are graduate students in archaeology and history-related majors.

The person responsible for archaeological instruments and equipment and everyone should arrange it was Zheng Anhe, a graduate student from the Imperial University. Everyone called him Senior Zheng.

That is, the one who went to the airport to pick up Tang Shu.
Chapter completed!