But the middle-aged bodyguards and Luo Fengquan looked at each other with a touch of fear in their eyes. They believed that these bodyguards would not make fun of this kind of thing. Of course, no one dared to joke before Luo Fengquan.

Luo Feng has a complete skin twitch. He didn't find anything wrong when the middle-aged bodyguards spoke just now, but when the bodyguards spoke, he understood what was wrong.

The middle-aged bodyguard said that they fell asleep when watching Zhang Xingyun and the gangsters on the roof of the house, but Luo Fengquan remembered that he seemed to have talked with Zhang Xingyun, but the content of the conversation was not clear, and then he fell asleep.

People say different things, but they are all true.

So if you connect them together, they come out of the hospital and follow Zhang Xingyun all the time. Finally, they block Zhang Yun Yun in the only way of Zhang Yun Yun Yun. When they talk to each other, they fall asleep, or what happens in the back door, but they don't remember.

It seems that everyone's memory points are different.

What the hell is going on here? What happened? Luo Fengquan felt fear for the first time. He was at a loss for the fear of the unknown, and he was a little unwilling.

"It seems that I'm going to ask him..." Luo Fengquan soon thought of a man, a man with a ghost mask.

Now this kind of feeling is too uncomfortable, it seems that a part of the memory is missing. I don't know how good it is. When I know it, I want to know what kind of memory I lost?

Zhang Xingyun Good, good, good! Luo Fengquan bit his teeth.

After lunch, the students came into the classroom one after another.

At noon, the last two subjects, Chinese and comprehensive, are arranged very closely. It is estimated that after the test today, the teacher will have to work overtime to mark the test papers in the evening, and the results will be released tomorrow.

Zhang Xingyun has always regarded Chinese as the most difficult subject in the world. In fact, reciting poetry is the simplest. Most of the Chinese language focuses on the knowledge of image and artistic conception. For people with rich imagination, Chinese is of course very simple, but for Zhang Xingyun, this is undoubtedly the most difficult.

"The swallow said to the sparrow," you are happy with what you want, and you are an example for everyone to learn from If you were a sparrow, what would you say to the swallow Zhang Xingyun looks strange.

Swallows can talk? Zhang Xingyun is entangled with this. For him who lacks imagination, answering a Chinese test paper is no less than reading a mythical novel. All kinds of magical things can suddenly appear on the test paper.

Zhang Xingyun thought for a long time, and then wrote down the answer helplessly: "the sparrow will say to the swallow: squeak Squeak... "

Next question The nebula is depressed again.

"The sea said to the mountain," ah, mountain, you are so tall, you are so majestic, you are so lofty! If you were a mountain, how would you answer the sea

Zhang Xingyun bit the pen in his hand and tried to exert his little imagination.

"No place to write..." Zhang Xingyun thought for a while, and finally got ready to write. However, he was surprised to find that his answer seemed too long to write.

Even if Gao Shan can't speak, it can give some echo or something. Zhang Xingyun praised her cleverness, but it didn't work out as expected. According to his idea, the answer would be too long.

Zhang Xingyun took a breath and tried to bring herself in. Finally, she had a little idea.

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