Chapter 127

B01 Once again, the photos were posted quietly on the original position of the bulletin board. It seems that they are worried that the photo will be removed again. The students are very active in purchasing. In this trend, the second monthly exam of this year also came. This time, Elan Youming felt that he was not as hard-working and less nervous when he was doing the exam. Even Han Jinxiang thought that he could understand the questions on the paper. He even did a big one in mathematics. This discovery made him a little interested in learning. After the exam, when he passed the school bulletin board, Han Jinxiang stopped in front of the picture and looked at it quietly for a long time. Then the next day, he ordered another hundred. After the money was paid, the photos didn't come out very slowly. On the afternoon of the third day, he received a thick stack of photos. "I'll go!" Wang Hongfei, who sent the photos to Han Jinxiang, couldn't help sighing: "it's really inhumane!" "I want to support my classmates and public welfare." Han Jinxiang forced an explanation. "You bought ten last time. How much did you buy this time?" Asked Wang Hongfei. "A hundred." Han Jinxiang replied and put the photos in his schoolbag. Hearing that Han Jinxiang bought 110 photos to support her classmates, Lin xiaorou's eyes flashed a ray of expectation. She asked for a day and a half of leave to adjust her mood after she was angry last time, and then she saw yilanyou's photo on the bulletin board when she went back to school. She was so angry that she almost asked for leave to go home. Why is this Ilan you so hypocritical? All kinds of people who say they are not interested and unwilling, tear up photos and lose their temper, what's the result? Isn't this picture still attached? Who is going to see all this? Is it disgusting! However, Lin xiaorou is confident, her photos are not bad, and she has posted so many days more than Ilan you. She must have an advantage. Her classmates will support her. She has friends from the original school, and she bought 100 of them herself! Now it's said that Han Jinxiang bought 110 pieces. Lin xiaorou is even more happy. Since it's to support her classmates, there should be at least 65 of them! Maybe, with luck, there will be more photos for her! At this time, Qiu Wu, sitting in his seat, also glanced at the direction of Han Jinxiang. Would he buy too much? One hundred and ten? What is he going to do? Lower his head, Qiu Wu looks into his desk. There are also pictures he bought. There are not many. He only bought two. He didn't want to buy one at all. He never paid attention to such boring things. Who knows when he returns to God, Wang Hongfei has handed him the picture he got. Ah This Ilan you is really poisonous, which makes his mind hot and does superfluous things. And these pictures, how on earth should he deal with them? After school in the evening, Han Jinxiang returns home and thinks for a long time. He simply pasted all the photos of ilanyou on the side wall of his game room, and pasted the pictures of his master on the wall, which will surely help him pass the game as soon as possible! These 110 photos are quite a lot, and they take up a lot of space and time. After all the photos are pasted, Han Jinxiang wipes the sweat on his forehead with a long sigh, and then observes the result of his work with satisfaction. It's not bad, he pastes it neatly. "Who is this girl?" A woman's voice appeared behind Han Jinxiang's back. "Ah!" Han Jinxiang turned back with a shudder: "Mom! How did you get in? " "I've been in for a long time!" Han Jinxiang's mother combed her wavy hair and dyed it wine red, which made her skin more white. Keeping excellent skin and figure, she couldn't see that she was a high school student's mother. She looked at the pictures on the wall and her son with a smile and asked, "who is this girl? Is it my daughter-in-law? " "No!" Han Jinxiang could not help but blush: "this is the monitor of our class." "The monitor of your class?" Han Jinxiang's mother crooked her head and asked, "is it my daughter-in-law?" "No!" "She is my master!" said Han Jinxiang, after another decisive denial Don't defile the great image of his master in his heart! "Your master? It looks good. " Han Jinxiang's mother asked again, "isn't it really my daughter-in-law?" "No! I said no, no, no! How can't you understand! " Han Jinxiang is going crazy. His mother is so upset! "Eh!" Han Jinxiang's mother frowned and looked up and down at him suspiciously. "It's not your girlfriend. Why do you post her picture?" "I......" Han jinxiangdun said, "sooner or later, I can't sacrifice!" “……” Han Jinxiang's mother was stunned and immediately backed up three steps, then turned around and ran out, whining in a shrill voice: "no! husband! My son joined the cult! ""Ah..." Han Jinxiang helplessly helps her forehead What a great mother he is. He has no way to make complaints about it. Looking up, Han Jinxiang looks at the pictures on the wall. The peaceful and beautiful picture makes Han Jinxiang stunned.

After a while, he relaxed, then shook his head, stood up straight and bowed respectfully to the picture of ilanyou, then took three shots, raised his hands together for 90 degrees, worshipped and said in a straight voice, "master, I'm going to play the game, and bless me to pass the customs smoothly today!"

After that, Han Jinxiang turns to turn on the switch of VR game machine and takes VR glasses.

The door opened a seam, Han Jinxiang's mother lying on the seam of the door silently watching all this, and then a face tense to her husband behind said in a very low voice: "you see! The son talked nonsense and danced. Do you think he joined any cult? "

"Probably..." Han Jinxiang's father nodded thoughtfully and looked serious.

"Is he practicing or not?" Han Jinxiang's mother looks uneasy. What can I do! She is such a son! Although a little lazy, a little playful, a little poor in learning, a little waste of material, no use, but also rebellious, that is her son!

"Woo..." Han Jinxiang's father looked out of the window and said thoughtfully, "I guess he may be worshiping the moon."