V1.Chapter 100

After a long sleep, I called Yan Jingsheng. He said that they had been divided into several groups for separate activities. After visiting the zoo and watching a movie, the soldiers suddenly wanted to see the train. Now 300 people have gathered at the railway station again.

My heart clattered, looking at the train? Standing in the school, you can see the train from a distance, but why do they run to the station? I always knew that they had a secret. Although I didn't know whether the mystery could be solved in the end, it seemed that they were leaving. It was likely that they were allocating manpower and routes to the station. Visiting the zoo and watching movies is just a group of people they sent to confuse Yan Jingsheng, but I really can't think of what they want to do. If they want to revenge Qin Hui, they should stick to me.

Forget it, I can't figure it out. It's not disturbing to watch these 300 dead eyes every day. If you want to go, don't you think the heroes will go as soon as the Wulin conference is over? There's no banquet that doesn't end in the world.

Even if the group of five never abandoned me, one year later - no, not a year later, they had to go more than 10 months later. I suddenly envy the boy Jin Shaoyan. I played and made trouble, and then slept and didn't remember anything.

I was feeling sad. Shiqian jumped in with the window and scolded me angrily: "can you go through the door?"

Shiqian looked at me in wonder and said, "Why are you in my room?" Then he climbed on the glass and looked aside. He quickly waved to me and apologized, "sorry, it's the wrong way."

I didn't react until he passed: This is the third floor! The boy didn't know whether he "brought" the knife given to the director of education to me, and whether the man on the roof of the cinema last time didn't have time to ask.

When I look at my watch, it's 4:00 p.m. So I got up and got ready to see if there was anything wrong. The corridor was empty. Some of the heroes went shopping, and the rest should sleep. The bandits without pursuit are really happy.

When I came to the stadium, there were a lot fewer people in the afternoon. Almost all the teams with games tomorrow went to recharge their energy. The visitors were either spectators or cheerleaders. I went to the VIP seat and went in to have a look. There was no one of us. There was only a middle-aged man sitting in the first row with a child. The child was about the second and third grade of primary school and was lying on the table doing his homework seriously.

The middle-aged man looked at me with the key in my hand and said embarrassed, "I'm sorry. I think the door is open here. It's too hot, so I brought the child in." I said, "it's all right. This is for people to sit."

After chatting with him for a while, I learned that he was a PE teacher in a nearby primary school. Obsessed with martial arts, the school gave him a ticket, so he came with his children. I touched the little boy's head and found him drawing: an angry little man crossed his waist and was talking to a triangular eye. A monster more than three times higher than himself. Although his handwriting was poor, the villain's angry and fearless look was vivid. I asked him, "who is your painting land?"

The little boy didn't look up and said, "it's dad." The middle-aged man smiled and was very pleased.

I pointed to the monster with triangular eyes and said, "who is this?"

Little boy: "it's mom."

The middle-aged man looked at me awkwardly, I looked at him understandably, and gave out the tacit smile between men. I said to the child kindly, "can you give this picture to my uncle?"

The little boy said in embarrassment, "but this is my drawing homework."

"If your uncle helps you with your homework, how about giving it to your uncle?"

The little boy handed me both the pen and the book. I mised twice and drew two vivid bastards back to him. The little boy exclaimed, "uncle, you paint very well. Are you a painter?"

I promised blindly and thought: now the quality of children has indeed improved, like who didn't draw a bastard when we were young? In addition, it is necessary to write "Wang Xiaoming is a villain" and "Zhang Xiaohua is a dog" on the cover of the bastard. The student who can draw the best bastard in our primary school is now a local engineer of the bridge design institute and specializes in drawing drawings. Another student who likes to fill in words in the cover of the bastard without writing is now working in the Bureau of statistics.

The little boy got the bastard. Tear down the picture reflecting domestic violence and give it to me. I'm a treasure. Take it and go out. I went to the door and said to the middle-aged man, "just slam the door when you go -" I said to the child again. "Draw a few more lines on Wang BA's back and tell the teacher," tortoise. "

The school flag is finally there! Although there is no factor I expected, it is more in line with the purpose of our school. The angry and firm villain represents that our school is a new force and full of fighting spirit. Of course, the "monster" represents the evil forces - never compromise in front of the evil forces. There is nothing more suitable for a newly opened civil and military school.

Moreover, whether the painting is abstract or not is easy to understand. It is quite surrealistic and Picasso's early style. If it is too simple and casual, the two pieces of pie of BMW and the flying "B" of Bentley are not necessarily better than me.

I went back to the hotel. Before I entered the hall, I saw a beautiful hair scenery. Three or three beautiful girls came over hand in hand, holding their wrists, talking and laughing. After passing in front of me, I went up the steps and entered the hotel. The corners of my eyes were down and the corners of my mouth were up, showing a dementia. I followed them into the hotel. They were all around, chirping, yingshengyanyu, It seems that they are all waiting for the companion at the front desk. The girl has long hair around her waist and can't see anything in her face, but her figure is really charming. I narrowed my eyes and looked around. The steamed stuffed bun called. I hurriedly looked positive and answered the phone. The steamed stuffed bun said, "I left so early in the morning. I haven't been home all day. Where have I gone?" While she was talking about me, Baozi suddenly said vigilantly, "where are you? Why are there women's voices all around?"

I know that you can't explain the problem to steamed stuffed bun too seriously. As long as you are serious, she will aggravate her suspicion. We've slept together for two years. To be gentle, who doesn't know whose urine bubble?

I deliberately said, "Hey, hey, I'm in the women's bathhouse. Will you come?"

As soon as this sentence was finished, I felt strange around me - why is it so quiet? Those beautiful eyes stared at me, some angry, some shy, some stunned, some contemptuous

Don't be so serious. I just said I was in the women's bathhouse. You didn't really strip off!

At this time, the girl who went through the formalities at the front desk turned fiercely. Her head was long, black and dazzling, and she looked firm and calm, and even a little evil. She turned her head, looked at me, and narrowed slowly. It was terrible. It was so charming!

But I also know that charm is charming, and it's really fatal - she probably wants to split bricks again?

New moon female bodyguard school! Unexpectedly, they also live here. These girls themselves are very beautiful, so they love beauty more. So no one wears team uniforms when they go out on the street, so I don't know where they are, so I said something I shouldn't say, so they all look at me with that kind of eyes. You ask what it is. You catch a mouse, put it in a cat cage and observe the cat. If it's not enough, put a dog in it and observe the dog.

Confucius said well, a gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall. Now I'm surrounded in a beautiful urn. If I'm favored by any wall, I'm in danger of life. If I want to run, I don't want to be a second person except Dai Zong.

Stalemate... I dare not move, and no one of them takes the initiative to come up. I am like a poor mosquito, falling in a pile of frogs. If I am careless, I will die on the spot.

At such a moment, Hu Sanniang came in from Shi Shiran outside the door and saw me at a glance. I saw that she didn't run. It was the first time for me. She grabbed my neck and walked to the elevator. Carelessly, she didn't find the hostile eyes around her all the time. When we got on the elevator, At the moment when the elevator door was about to close, she saw the beautiful female captain. Hu Sanniang stretched out her hand and pointed out, "Hey, that's not the sister..." as she said, the elevator door had been closed.

In the evening, steamed stuffed bun led Qin Shihuang, Jing Ke and Li Shishi to the hotel to find me. Anyway, there were plenty of rooms. The hotel managed food, so I asked them to stay. Li Shishi didn't want to meet all the heroes for the time being and hid in the room.

And I, holding the little figure, asked for opinions everywhere. Wu Yong looked at it and said, "there's nothing else. I have to write a few words?"

Xiao rang said, "I'll write for you whose font I want to use."

I saw the drunken Li Bai at a glance. The little old man's white hair was floating and rustling like an immortal. I thought: in the civil and military school, it's best for the literary hero to write a few words. However, Li Bai was also happy and said loudly through the strength of the wine: "study ink!"

The brush he brought with him was transformed from a pen, but where can he get ink?

At this time, fat Ying took a bottle of ink, poured half a cup into a cup and swayed a few lower ends. Li Bai was lucky, but his hands shook constantly. Unfortunately, Collis wasn't there, and no one took off his boots. I walked over and whispered in his ear, "here's your ink researcher, Qin Shihuang!"

Li Bai was in a great spirit when he heard the speech. He wrote down the words "Yucai civil and military school" with his brush. I sent it overnight. Since then, this flag has been flying with us for a long time, a long time

Thinking about the original meaning of this painting, it was painted by someone's wife when she was angry, so it was called: too anxious flag!