Chapter 217: Meng Po Soup

In Shi Qinghai's disbelief and unwillingness, he was finally able to flip through the first page of the book in the virtual panel of the system!

"Outline!"

Is this the outline of the book?

Shi Qinghai's eyebrows were twisted, and thousands of horses galloped in his heart!

What kind of snakeskin author is this! Write a book without an outline!

Shi Qinghai vomited, no, no, no, is there really someone who writes a book without an outline?

But the facts are in front of you, no matter how hopeful Shi Qinghai is, this book called "I really don't want to be the protagonist" really has no outline.

It may be that the author has to go through an extremely difficult period of Kavin every day when he is creating, so he can only update so little.

Shi Qinghai flipped back and forth several times, and found that the book was really blank, so he could only reluctantly accept this fact.

Shi Qinghai hung his head.

This wave of losses, a full 5,000 reversal value has been lost!

Just when Shi Qinghai was about to shut down the system, the system suddenly sent another notice!

"Ding, get a hidden quest with no outline. ”

And on the side of his property panel, a new box also appeared, on which the words "Hidden Mission" were written.

There is a blank space underneath.

Yo, maybe there's an extra surprise!

Shi Qinghai's disappointed heart revived, and he clicked tentatively, but there was no reaction at all.

It seems that the current hidden quest has not been opened......

Shi Qinghai felt that he had been brushed by the system again......

I studied it on my own for a while, but I still didn't find any birds. As a last resort, Shi Qinghai finally had to turn off the system and prepare to go out to see the anniversary party of Fu Normal University.

The base exploded, not much of a problem.

Walking out of the lounge, Shi Qinghai could clearly feel that the entire campus was immersed in a lively atmosphere at this time.

The cacophony of students talking or moving quickly reached Shi Qinghai's ears.

Shi Qinghai glanced back at this principal's lounge, and had to sigh that the sound insulation of this lounge was really good, suitable for doing bad things.

Walking down the stairs and out of the building, Shi Qinghai walked onto the bustling street.

Recently, students have followed the trend and many stalls have been placed on the ground.

There are students who sell books, CDs, figurines, girlfriends, and so on.

There are also students who sell octopus balls, finger cakes, Wu Dalang baked cakes, and wife cakes.

Listen to this beautiful schoolgirl say that if you buy a wife cake, you can find a wife within a month.

On the other side, a short male student said that after eating Wu Dalang's baked cakes, he would find his own Pan Jinlian.

Their exaggerated advertising slogans attracted many students to make purchases.

Seeing this, Shi Qinghai thought it was quite funny.

The activity room is so big, although it can accommodate thousands of people, but the whole school has more than 100,000 people, so many students are holding activities outside the venue to contribute their own vitality to the school's anniversary.

This kind of rare time still needs to be enjoyed, rather than blindly living in your own world.

"A bowl of Meng Po soup costs five yuan!

"Forget all your worries, now is the time!"

Walking through an intersection, an old woman in front of him wearing strong white monster makeup and bent waist attracted Shi Qinghai's attention.

She held a large spoon in her hand and shook it in a cauldron that was emitting white cold smoke, which was really a smoking eyeball.

Many students had already gathered there, holding bowls of Meng Po soup and drinking it with relish.

Shi Qinghai had a plan and walked over with a smile.

Originally, there were many students around the old woman, but when Shi Qinghai walked over, the surrounding students retreated one after another.

This is a temperament, an aura, needless to say.

"Meng Po" looked up at Shi Qinghai, and said hoarsely: "Meng Po soup, a bowl of five pieces." ”

Yes, you have to do a full set of plays.

Shi Qinghai felt that this Meng Po's figure was a little familiar, although she was wearing thick makeup.

I knew so many people at Fu Normal University, since it was not Liang Ruoxue, it was Wang Ying who confessed to herself before.

I didn't expect this girl to be able to disguise herself as Meng Po, if it weren't for her good eyes, she really wouldn't be able to see it.

"Then bring me a bowl. Shi Qinghai didn't demolish her, and simply said.

Meng Po didn't give Shi Qinghai soup, but shook her head and said, "Pay first." ”

"Why, are you afraid that I won't give money to escape after drinking?" Shi Qinghai was a little strange.

"Wrong. ”

Meng Po shook her head again and said, "After drinking this bowl of Meng Po soup, you will forget your past life and this life, and you will even forget the bowl of Meng Po soup I drank, and naturally you will not give me any more money." ”

Shi Qinghai: "......"

No wonder this business is so good, this is so good-sounding, one set.

Shi Qinghai didn't know that Wang Ying had talent in this area before.

"Okay. ”

After WeChat Pay bought a bowl of Meng Po soup, Shi Qinghai drank the bowl of soup as if it was a thirst quenching.

Of course, the five-yuan soup is not a real Meng Po soup, and drinking it will not have any effect, Wang Ying was haunted by everyone at this time and couldn't get out, Shi Qinghai threw the disposable bowl into the recyclable garbage, and paced into the venue.

The moment he walked into the venue, the energetic music suddenly entered Shi Qinghai's ears and roared.

Wave after wave of screams came in waves.

Such a familiar voice even gave Shi Qinghai the illusion of returning to the bar.

It's not a bar, it's the 70th anniversary of a university.

Shi Qinghai's excellent eyesight can clearly see that the well-built female college students on the stage are twisting their youthful bodies and making one pop dance move after another.

This kind of modern dance, Shi Qinghai has only seen it on a live broadcast platform before, and the female anchors in it wear cool clothes and often sing and dance in front of the camera to show their sexy figures.

And the audience, including Shi Qinghai at the beginning, sometimes watched it with great pleasure.

No way, some female anchors dance really good-looking!

Especially that Suun......

Some local tyrants are good at this, and when they meet their favorite anchors, they will also give them some tips for rocket planes.

In the past, Shi Qinghai had only seen girls dancing this kind of dance on his mobile phone, but today he can see it in the university, and several female college students who are so beautiful are dancing together in short skirts.

It's really eye-catching.

Even Shi Qinghai, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, was attracted by them at this time.

The polite school leader at the front couldn't take his eyes off.

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Fortunately, Liang Ruoxue was not inside, otherwise she would have to be served by the family law when she went back at night.

Shi Qinghai didn't want his girl to wriggle and twist on such cool clothes.

What Shi Qinghai likes more is to watch other people's girlfriends like this.

Hiss......

This little girl is eagerly chatting with herself on WeChat, saying that the next program of the next program is them.

Liang Ruoxue said it mysteriously, so that Shi Qinghai couldn't guess what it was.

There were also bursts of cheers at the scene, and the students were very passionate.

In this way, the atmosphere is still very good.

After a while, the dance of this group of young and beautiful students was finally over.

After that, it was a girl who played the guzheng and went on stage with a group of accompanying dancers, interpreting an ancient beauty like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

After another while, it was finally Liang Ruoxue's show.

Someone slowly walked out of the passage platform.

In an instant, it caused many people to scream!

The atmosphere is at its peak!