~： Twenty-eight. Writing little brother, read dog licking

A dream to solve a thousand worries.

When Yang Ming raised his eyelids, he only felt that after a sleep, he was completely transparent, and the tiredness accumulated before was swept away.

"Big brother, are you awake?"

Wang Sheng’s voice came from the side. Yang Ming propped up his upper body on the bed and rubbed his eyes. When he saw Wang Sheng holding a basin of hot water, his thick face squeezed out a flattering smile and enthusiasm. Road:

"Dad, do you want to wash your face?"

Wang Sheng put down the washbasin and put a clean towel in both hands.

At this moment, the expression on Wang Sheng's face was written as a little brother and read as a dog lick.

Yang Ming looked puzzled and didn't understand how Wang Sheng changed so much before and after. Where did the previous arrogance go?

Yang Ming didn't know that, in the process of his sleep, Tang San had already danced and danced, and talked about him and Cao Mengyun vividly in battle.

What a thousand miles to go alone, went to the meeting with a single sword, and said, "Yang Ming, the Holy Spirit Village is here!" Then, after fighting 300 rounds with Cao Mengyun, the two sides each made a strange move, fighting a dark ground, and finally Cao Mengyun was one game behind. Move, but lost to Yang Ming, defeated Wuhundian.

Tang San wrote up the story, and the things that could be said in one sentence were completely messed up, and for half an hour, the helpless story was fascinating, and the group of ignorant little fart children was stunned. All of them automatically become Yang Ming's little fans.

Although there are doubts in his heart, Yang Ming just let it go.

After washing his face, Yang Ming calmed down and saw that a group of little fart children actually stood a little girl in pink and jade. It was like a red rose growing in a pile of grass and waiting to be released. The feeling in front of me.

The girl is about six years old, and she is about the same height as Yang Ming. She has a delicate face, rosy white skin, and smooth skin. It looks like a round lychee, which makes people feel the urge to bite.

She was dressed in plain clothes, but also clean and tidy. Her long black hair was braided into a scorpion braid and tied to her back. Her large watery eyes seemed to speak, staring straight at Yang Ming.

"Hey, you are the hero of the Hanjiang Lone Shadow, who rushed to the crown and turned into a face of anger, and the white clothes crossed the river in one breath, and Yang Ming of the 300-leg battle with the great soul teacher Cao Mengyun?"

The girl's clear voice sounded as good as the sound of the yellow bird's chirp, which attracted Yang Ming's attention.

is just...

Listening to what she said, Yang Ming always felt something was wrong.

What heroes?

What makes the crown angry?

Tang San silently hid in the crowd, his head tilted to one side, so as not to be noticed by Yang Ming, and silently thought:

"Did not see me, did not see me, did not see me..."

Yang Ming sat on the bed, folded his hands on his jaw, narrowed his eyes, and chuckled:

"I can't change my name, I can't change my surname, it's Yang Ming."

"My name is Xiaowu, dancing dance."

The little girl swings her feet towards the inside, and makes a hands-on motion with both hands.

"I'm going to be the chief of Qi She. I have defeated Tang San before. Even if you haven't been defeated by me, come and fight me!"

Yang Ming smashed his mouth, stretched out comfortably, and said lazily:

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

looked up at the little dance that was eager to try. Yang Ming folded his arms over the back of his head and raised his legs. It didn’t matter:

"If you want to be the chief of the shed, go to be chanting, and I have no objection."

In Yang Ming's opinion, a dormitory is long, and it is meaningless to fight back and forth.

might as well sleep a little longer...

However, Yang Ming obviously ignored Xiao Wu's stubbornness. She stomped her feet on the ground and smirked:

"No, if I don't fight you and beat you, then what's the point of me being the head of the house?"

"Oh." Yang Ming raised his hands and shrugged, "That's good, I surrender, you win."

As the so-called, good men do not fight with women, Yang Ming is too lazy to worry about the small dance.

Let's talk about it, even if Yang Ming won the little dance?

said that Yang Ming ignored the violent dance and pulled Tang San from the crowd to hide.

Tang San thought Yang Ming had discovered that he had made up his own story, and he was quite uneasy.

It was Tang San who was thinking badly. Yang Ming didn't even notice it, and he shouldered shoulders with Tang San and said:

"Third brother, let's go, let's eat!"

Wang Sheng's ear moved, trotting excitedly, saying:

"Big brother, are you going to eat?"

"Yeah? What's wrong?" Yang Ming wondered.

Wang Sheng patted his chest and thumped with enthusiasm:

"Big brother, how can this cost you money, and the younger brother will come to treat you later!"

"That's all right."

Although he did not understand what happened when he fell asleep, Yang Ming saw that Wang Sheng was not like a bad-hearted person, but he let him arrange it.

Qishe and other children will naturally have fun together with Yang Ming, as Yang Ming walks out of the dormitory.

Looking at the back of Yang Ming's departure, Xiaowu muttered, stomping his hatred, airway:

"Be stingy! Stingy! Really stingy! Isn't it just playing a game, this is unwilling!"

Although his mouth was indignant, Xiaowu's body was still very honest. He didn't want to be specialized. He was isolated by everyone. After stomping his feet, he went out with everyone.

The cafeteria is in the teaching building and has to pass through the entire playground At this time, it is close to the evening. It is estimated that there are many people on the road. Many people can be seen on the road.

The dining hall of Notting Junior Soul Teacher College is large enough to accommodate six classes plus teachers for a total of more than 300 people to eat.

The dining hall is divided into two floors, and the lobby on the first floor alone has 300 places. At this time, many people have queued up to eat in front of the window.

Just as Wang Sheng and Yang Ming and others were preparing to line up with Da Liu, a dissonant voice came.

"Yo, isn't this Wang Sheng's poor ghosts?"

Yang Ming stepped in and looked in the direction of the sound, but saw a group of senior students standing on the stairs on the first and second floors, pointing towards this place.

is talking about a senior, who looks like a dog, but he can’t spit out ivory in his mouth.

"Hehe, Tu Baozi is Tu Baozi, so you can only go to the first floor to eat that kind of junk food, never want to come to the second floor to eat."

Wang Sheng has recognized who the other party is, and he is very angry.

However, his family was poor, but he couldn't afford the expenses of the second floor. He could only squeeze his lips tightly and tremble his shoulders.

Just when Wang Sheng felt dark in his life, a wide and warm palm fell on his shoulder, Yang Ming's voice entered his heart like the dawn of the darkness:

"Not just go to the second floor for a meal, go, I invite you to go together!"

Wang Sheng only thought that Yang Ming was in order to give himself a head, and he was so moved that he could not extricate himself, sobbing:

"Big Brother..."

The senior student who had walked towards the second floor stopped suddenly. Huo Di looked at Yang Ming with a sneer:

"Slap a swollen face to become fat, I don't know what it is!"