In the morning, the dazzling sunlight penetrated into the gap between the eyelids, making people can't help but turn over, and Shen Qiong woke up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He touched the mobile phone next to him, and glanced at the current time in a fog, and it was almost noon.

He reluctantly got up, lying on the bed and not wanting to move.

Shen Qiong clicked on the drifting bottle, and then found the earthquake countdown inside the prophecy bottle, and instantly frowned vigorously.

There are 30:48:38 left until the countdown to the earthquake......

Shen Qiong also deliberately searched for the time difference between the two sides, thirty hours later, it was night, and it was two o'clock in the morning on Dongyue Island.

It's early in the morning, and that's fucking it, many people are already asleep at this time, and I'm afraid it's too late to escape when they wake up.

Shen Qiong came out and sat paralyzed in the living room after washing his face, he estimated that Gu Liming hadn't gotten up yet, although he said that he had written an agreement to ensure that the other party would not be implicated, but if the earthquake did not happen, then everything would be in a bubble at present.

On the contrary, Shen Qiong didn't have so many worries, the only thing he was worried about was that he didn't know how many people would believe his earthquake prediction.

His mobile phone rang, and when he picked it up, he saw that it was a text message from Meng Xianwu.

Meng Xianwu was sitting in a daze in the room at this time, and he went with his father yesterday afternoon to sign up for a football school co-founded by Barcelona and local domestic enterprises.

As a result, as soon as the doorman heard that they were here to sign up, he stopped the person, saying that Meng Xianwu was too old and did not meet the requirements.

Under the various pleas of Meng Xianwu and his father, the doorman let them in, and the two of them went around in a big circle to find the person in charge of the school's admissions office.

As soon as I sat down, I was rejected, but when I talked about the age of 17, I was rejected because there was no value in cultivating at this age.

In the end, Meng Xianwu's father even hinted that he could give a red envelope, but he was still refused, because the age gap between this age and the enrollment age is too big, and others want students between the ages of 9 and 13.

In the end, the father and son reluctantly took out Master Shen's letter of recommendation, hoping to win the last chance, and there was a very ironic scene.

"How much did you spend to buy this recommendation letter? Now that his Weibo has been blocked, you have lost a lot. The head of admissions scoffed.

This sentence instantly made Meng Xianwu stunned, and when he took out his mobile phone to search Master Shen's Weibo, he found that Weibo was really blocked.

The father and son came by plane, and they didn't have time to look at their mobile phones, but they didn't expect such a big incident to happen in just one afternoon.

The person in charge of the admissions office threw Master Shen's letter of recommendation back to them with a mocking face, and then asked the security guard to send the two out.

Meng Xianwu's brain was blank, and now that he has gone home and slept at home, he still feels like a dream.

Half a month ago, he was still an ordinary high school student, and he regarded the college entrance examination as the first goal in life, but at this time, someone ran out and told him that you should go play football! You are a football genius!

Moreover, this person has also unearthed many buried geniuses, Meng Xianwu had to believe it, and finally even began to hypnotize himself.

He hypnotized himself, learned the knowledge of many professional football players every day, threw aside the college entrance examination, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to football.

As a result, the bad news came so suddenly, it was only less than half a month, and the person who kept saying that he was a football genius, a master with millions of followers on Weibo, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

So much so that a school teacher actually laughed at Master Shen unscrupulously.

So can you still play football?

Do you want to go back to school?

Meng Xianwu's mood was like glass "rubbing" all over the ground, and he was afraid of cutting his hands when he picked it up.

He became extremely confused, had a sense of frustration from heaven to hell, and began to wonder if he was really fit to play.

So after hesitating for more than two hours, I finally couldn't help but send a text message to the master.

"Master, can I really play football?"

After Shen Qiong received this text message, the whole person fell silent, he still remembered how excited Meng Xianwu was when he heard his words, and even wanted to drop out of school to play football immediately.

As a result, now, Meng Xianwu sent a text message, asking if he could really play football?

In this short line of words, you can see the student's confusion and confusion, as well as his fear for the future.

Is it really possible to kick a ball?

Shen Qiong pinched his mobile phone, his eyes stared at this sentence, nonsense must be able to play football, even if his recommendation list is gone, and even his WeChat disappears, the other party's playing talent still exists.

He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and after about thirty seconds, he typed a line in reply.

"If there is an earthquake on Dongyue Island, then you are a football superstar. ”

After Meng Xianwu received this text message, his hands were trembling, and his eyes gradually became rosy and moist.

Earthquake? Will there be an earthquake?

He didn't know where Dongyue Island was, and he didn't know that it was so far apart.

No matter how powerful Master Shen is, it is impossible to say that he knows the things of the world, right?

So it means that you can't be a football superstar at all?

Unconsciously, Meng Xianwu was already in tears, and a sad aura spread in the room.

The so-called tragedy is nothing more than breaking good things for others to see.

It is more heartbreaking to give hope, but to shatter that hope with your own hands, than to never get it.

Shen Qiong naturally didn't know his own line of words, which made a child fall into deep sorrow, and even locked people in the room for a day and a night.

Shen Qiong clicked on his circle of friends and found that it was peaceful, and no one seemed to believe that there would be an earthquake at all.

He swept his hair vigorously, and couldn't help but smile miserably, could it be that he had worked hard and taken a huge risk in exchange for this result?

Shen Qiong raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, the wall clock was ringing "tick-tick", and every second that passed, it was equivalent to an earthquake approaching a second.

Countless people will lose their loved ones, lovers, friends, and even their own lives in that moment.

He couldn't help but grit his teeth and clench his fists, he realized that in this world, the power of one person is too small.

I knew there would be an earthquake and a lot of people would die, but I still couldn't do anything.

This kind of aggrieved mood is very uncomfortable.

He sat motionless in the living room, and after about ten minutes, a clicking sound sounded, and Gu Liming pushed the door out.

Shen Qiong glanced at Gu Liming, and then said: "Prepare relief materials, I still have nearly two million in my card, take out all this money, and make up for it from the charity fund in the future." ”

Gu Liming's hair was full of messy, he looked at Shen Qiong with dark circles under his eyes, and asked in disbelief, "Are you sure?"

"OK ......"

(To be continued.) )