Recalling the body shapes of Chen Yimo and Luo Yun, I looked at Zhao Zicheng and Yu Sheng who were still giggling. I couldn't help but shudder.
One day in the future, a big Gorilla will stand in front of him, holding a photo and proudly saying, "Look, was I handsome back then?"
It's scary just thinking about it.
The most important thing is... Yu Sheng suddenly became curious about what Luo Yun and Chen Yimo looked like before they entered Spirit Martial Academy.
Suddenly, Zhao Zicheng's cell phone rang.
Yu Sheng looked at the text above and interrupted Zhao Zicheng's thoughts, "How about you read the new news?"
Zhao Zicheng was stunned for a moment and looked subconsciously.
"I..."
"Fuck me!"
"Ink Academy sent me an assessment invitation!!!"
Zhao Zicheng's face flushed, he slammed the coffee table and shouted excitedly.
I don't even care whether my hand hurts or not...
Yu Sheng pointed to the coffee table and pondered for two seconds, "Your phone is broken."
Zhao Zicheng took pictures of the table with the hand holding the mobile phone.
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter!"
"I am considered a proud ancestor now. From now on, my father, Xiao Xiao's Head of the Guard Department, will also call me "sir" when he sees me!"
"Ask him to hold meetings and give me lessons every day!"
"After I graduate, I must find a way to come back as Mobei City Lord. Then I will have meetings with him every day!"
Zhao Zicheng had a sinister smile on his lips.
It's hard to imagine what we go through at home.
"But your assessment Invitation Letter... is still on the phone."
Yu Sheng thought for a while and said.
The smile on Zhao Zicheng's face gradually stiffened, and he raised his head tremblingly, looking at the unrecognizable mobile phone, wanting to cry without tears.
"It's just that the screen is broken."
"Xiuxiu still works."
He soon breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the sofa panting, looking like Yu Sheng after the disaster.
His forehead was covered with sweat.
But people always like to be mean.
"What's this called?"
"Survive the catastrophe!"
"Haha, in the near future, my name will be spread throughout Human Race...Zhao Zicheng!"
"In the next few decades, the story of Human Race will be written by me."
"Because I am...Zhao Zicheng!"
He stood up proudly, put on a handsome pose, and raised his flowing hair. He closed his eyes as if he was already intoxicated.
Yu Sheng just looked at it, somewhat silent.
The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a little bit unconsciously.
A slightly ferocious voice sounded from behind him.
"It turns out..."
"Your name is Zhao Zicheng???"
This voice was obviously suppressing his violent emotions, gritting his teeth and speaking word by word.
It's like the scene before a volcano erupts.
Zhao Zicheng turned around in a daze and saw... a slightly familiar face.
"You are..."
Zhao Zicheng asked subconsciously.
This Middle-Aged Man smiled and stared at him, "I am the Ruffian, Yu Sanshui that you said was teasing women and was sent to the private room by you."
"If my old minister... old friend hadn't redeemed me, I wouldn't have come so quickly to repay you for reporting me."
"This world... is so small."
Yu Sanshui Although he was smiling, his eyes were constantly searching the room.
Quickly picked up a mop in the corner...
"Uncle!"
"Uncle, please listen to my explanation. I can explain it to you."
"I can... I can!"
"Fuck, this mop hasn't been washed in several years."
"Yu Sheng I'm withdrawing now. I'll call you later."
Zhao Zicheng covered his head and ran away in embarrassment, still shouting.
"Uncle, thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river, remember, don't bully young people into poverty!"
Zhao Zicheng's figure has run away, but the shout before leaving is still echoing in the room.
Yu Sanshui panted and threw down the mop, leaning on the door, still cursing. "Who is there!"
"I just looked at my palm and reported it to me."
"Why are you so nosy?"
"Do you really think Guard Bureau is owned by his family?"
"Do you know this person?"
While cursing, Yu Sanshui looked at Yu Sheng and asked.
Yu Sheng nodded calmly. "Well, his father is Head of the Guard Department."
Yu Sanshui's hand that was leaning on the door frame softened and he almost fell to the ground. "What did you say... what did you say?"
He was obviously a little flustered.
Did you speak too loudly just now?
Yu Sheng remained silent and did not respond.
"By the way, I heard that I took the exam recently. How was your exam?"
Yu Sanshui smiled awkwardly, looked at Yu Sheng and asked.
Yu Sheng nodded. "It's okay."
"It's okay as long as it's okay, it's okay as long as it's okay."
Yu Sanshui muttered a few words, and the room became quiet again, and the atmosphere became slightly strange.
Yu Sheng's cell phone rang.
Pick it up.
Looking at the message sent from above, Yu Sheng was a little lost in thought, and subconsciously touched his schoolbag.
Get up, carry your schoolbag, and walk out the door.
"Why are you going?"
Yu Sanshui had just changed into pajamas, looked at Yu Sheng's back, and asked.
Yu Sheng didn't stop. "Doing business."
"Oh."
"Then... be careful..."
Yu Sanshui hesitated for a few seconds before speaking.
But when he said this, Yu Sheng had already gone far.
He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, Yu Sanshui sat on the sofa, his nose twitched slightly and he frowned slightly.
He bent down, looked at the blood stain on the edge of the coffee table, and quickly sat up straight again.
Leaning on the sofa, still humming a little tune, he took out his mobile phone, searched for numbers, and finally found one and dialed it.
"Hey, it's me..."
Yu Sanshui's voice was a little deep, and his expression gradually became serious.
Rarely serious.
"I swear, I've really been on a business trip these days. I just got home and I called you!"
"How is it possible? You are everything to me."
"Really, I'm not lying to you."
"Okay, wait for me at home, I'll be there soon."
Hang up the phone.
Yu Sanshui stood up suddenly, opened the wardrobe, carefully selected clothes, and put on a sports suit.
Free and easy, casual, and with the maturity of Middle-Aged Man people.
Charming.
He straightened his hair in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction, but soon became a little distressed. "Well, sometimes being too charming is also a distress."
"Xiao Li... hehehe..."
"Here I come!"
He smiled a little wildly, coughed, straightened his face again, thought about it and took out another pair of glasses and put them on.
Then he went out and left.