Chapter 242

In his previous life, he often participated in the operation of hot search on the headlines. He knows very well that the best way to cover up the limelight of a hot event is to create a new hot spot to attract attention, but... How to make this hot spot?

On the way home, Li Zeyu boasted proudly in hip-hop, while Shen Dapeng only smiled and dealt with it, but he was bored. Why is this guy heartless and not worried? Instead, I broke my heart for him!

But on second thought, I suddenly laughed like a self mockery. Maybe this is the old saying that a fool has a fool's blessing.

"Brother Peng, in the end, who are you talking nonsense about me and Xiaoxiao as unmarried first? Should I thank him? Without him, I don't have the courage to propose marriage today. "

"What? You want to thank the man who made it up and spread it falsely? You are so kind and filial. Why don't you treat that bastard as me? Come on, kneel down and kowtow a few heads to show your gratitude! "

Shen Dapeng pressed Li Zeyu's neck and motioned him to kneel and kowtow. However, he was joking and didn't use too much force. Li Zeyu also laughed and took off, shaking his head and jumping around.

"Brother Peng, you can really joke with me. If you are the one who tells the lie, can you count me as the success of my marriage proposal? You are a living fairy! I'm not kidding you. The water station has to deliver water early in the morning. I have to see if my father-in-law kicked the iron fence bad last night and had to repair it... "

Li Zeyu waved goodbye at the intersection. Looking at his happy silly appearance, Shen Dapeng was a little envious.

Without more ideas, you won't have more troubles. Naturally, you don't have to think carefully everywhere. Living can be a little easier.

However, if you can be reborn, do you really want an ordinary life?

"Who is behind this? Zhu brothers? He has no grudge against Li Zeyu. Huang Bin? He is his own enemy, and he has never met Li Zeyu. "

Suddenly, Shen Dapeng made a crisp noise with his fingertips, his eyes narrowed slightly, flashed a dignified color, and whispered: "shouldn't it be you? Qian Xiaohao! "

Although Qian Xiaohao, like the Zhu brothers and Huang Bin, are his own enemies, he has had many intersections with Li Zeyu, and Li Zeyu often takes the lead to choke Qian Xiaohao for himself. In addition, Qian Xiaohao's uncle is the logistics director of the county hospital, and it's easy to find the physical examination results of students.

"Qian Xiaohao is really a sinister villain."

Shen Dapeng lightly spit out a sentence and slowly took out the phone, "Hello, sun dafaozi? Do me a little favor... "

Hang up the phone, look at the originally misty sky has brightened, feel very happy, think about Qian Xiaohao, who was unfortunately shot and is about to become the top figure of the new generation, and smile.

Shen Dapeng found that he was really not a good man, at least, not a good man.

At the gate of No. 1 middle school in the county, a case lay quietly on the very conspicuous cement ground, the breeze blew, the cases turned page by page, the wind stopped, and the cases returned to their original state.

"Shit, why, why? Last week, last week, last week was the school gate we cleaned. This week it was us again. There were seven people in our duty group. Why can't we divide the work like this? "

A fat to round classmate twisted his big ass and walked towards the school gate. His face was full of reluctance. The bamboo broom in his hand swept the concrete floor one after another. He didn't even bend down. It was obviously perfunctory.

But then again, with his three foot wide waist, it is estimated that he can't bend down.

"Pangpang, you talk nonsense. There are really seven people in our group, but aren't we just boys? Men, pity and cherish jade, do more physical work and can't be tired. Do you want to let several women sweep the street in the wind and the sun? Not a man at all. "

The boy next to Pangpang Pang is not thin. He is also a slightly fat type among his peers, but he is still slim compared with xiaopang.

"Er Shao, what you said is really nice. You should go to the class and say it in front of the students. Maybe any girl who is not open-minded will be moved if you don't marry."

Pangpang's tone was full of jealousy and ridicule. He thought secretly that it would not be the two boys who played tricks every time, so they would come to clean the school gate, right?

"I've told you many times. Don't call me one by one. People who know me know that I'm the second in the family. People who don't know me think I'm..."

"What are you? What is it? It's dick! Ha ha. "

Fat taunts and laughs.

"Fat pig, you're so second!"

Er Shao's face turned red. Looking around, no one heard. It was a little relieved, but the bamboo broom in his hand had already photographed Pangpang Pang.

Jokes, crazy fighting, frolicking and chic nicknames are the most symbolic existence of the student age. People don't feel precious in it. They often feel twice their feelings after five or ten years.

"Oh, I wipe..."

Pangpang's physique was bulky, and he didn't know what to step on. When he slipped, he fell heavily on the ground. Fortunately, his stomach inconsistent with his age was thick enough, so he didn't knock his cheek.

"Ha ha, retribution, deserve it. Ask you to give me a nickname. God open your eyes!"

Er Shao laughed up and stood in front of him with a big broom in his hand.

"Go away and open your eyes. I was slipped by this shit. Who is so ungrateful and littering..."

Pangpang clumsily stood up and bent over to pick up the small paper books on the ground, "huh? Cases? Qian Xiaohao? "

"Qian Xiaohao? Which Qian Xiaohao? Was it the guy in class 7 who showed off that he didn't have to wait in line with the doctor's note in his hand when we had a physical examination in senior three? "

Er Shao was also curious. He came up and wanted to reach out to get the case, but he was arched back by Pangpang with a round belly.

"I guess so. This case is in the school. It should be from our No. 1 middle school. It seems that he is the only one with such a disgusting name as Qian Xiaohao."

Pangpang looked at the case casually. His eyes narrowed into a slit because he was too fat, but gradually widened and blinked, revealing the color of excitement.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly and looked again. "Er Shao, come and have a look. Qian Xiaohao, 18, has foreskin inflammation."

Pangpang's tone accentuated the three words' prepuce inflammation ', but Er Shao was a little confused, "prepuce inflammation? What's wrong? Infectious skin disease? "

"Nono, ha ha."

Pangpang looked at Er Shao's crotch with a bad smile. When he was stunned, he knew that it must not be a good disease. Taking advantage of pangpangpang's unprepared, he grabbed the case, "prepuce inflammation, etiology, unclean self-defense..."