"There is no tune that my Yan Xiaoliu can't play!"

Zhang Xiaoliu looked at the video of the ghost animal of Station B's martial arts biography playing on the computer screen, his eyes narrowed into a slit, his cheekbones bulged forward, and his mouth opened to reveal the small tongue common in anime and laughed, and the standard of his movements was that even the most demanding dentist could not find any fault.

Hair that can stand straight without applying hairspray sways left and right with the calorie BGM played in the headphones, especially when he heard Yang Chaoyue's crazy temptation on the edge of breaking the sound, "Burn my calories~", Zhang Xiaoliu jumped up from the gaming chair, tied up a steady horse step on the lower half of his body, and made a superman take-off posture on his upper body.

The clenched fist of his right hand rose as the volume of the word "li" increased, and he made a move from his waist and eyes, pointing angrily at the ceiling. His eyes were completely closed in the infinite YY, and a foreign man lying on the ground like Dwayne Johnson was struggling to support his body with his hands.

The foreign man clutched his chest and asked in a shocked and standard dubbed accent, "Oh my God." Who the hell are you?"

Zhang Xiaoliu elegantly patted off the dust on the hem of the cheongsam with his right hand, and drew the toe of his right foot to the width of his shoulder. The shoulders are leaning forward with the arms, the center of gravity sinks, the fists are clenched in front of the chest and the midline, the palms are facing inward, and the whole movement is as elegant as a crane and as agile as an ape.

His eyebrows were like ink paintings, his eyes were like stars, Zhang Xiaoliu's eyes were round, as if ten thousand lightning bolts shot out, and he reported his name in a deep and heavy voice: "Yongchun! Ip Man!" Although the voice was not loud, it echoed in his ears like Sanskrit sound, and could not be dispersed for a long time.

When the foreign man heard the sound, a mouthful of AB-shaped ketchup squirted out, and he fell to the ground in a daze, and his relatives and friends hurriedly went to the scene to collect the corpse, and the surrounding audience applauded loudly as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. Zhang Xiaoliu received a fist salute to the surrounding audience, his right hand was behind him, his left hand was stretched forward into a palm, and the back of his hand pointed to the opposite team of foreign friends and made a "please" gesture, saying the four words that made the Chinese straighten their spines again: Yongchun!

In YY, closing his eyes and enjoying the fear of the enemy, Zhang Xiaoliu, who was admired by tens of thousands of people, suddenly smelled a strong aroma of Brazilian barbecue on his outstretched palm, opened his eyes that were still in the state of Ip Man, and fixed his eyes to see that half of the red tower mountain that he had just watched the video was lying on his Yongchun palm, and a green smoke was rising.

If it was any other time, Zhang Xiaoliu would definitely sigh that it was a good idyllic scene, but the sharp pain in his hands at this time made him unable to be emotional. The palm of the hand that can almost serve cumin and chili noodles on the table, under the conditioned reflex of the body, threw Hongta Mountain up at once. If you ask me why I don't put salt, you can just puff my unwashed hands a little and understand, don't ask me how I know.

Hongtashan made a difficulty coefficient of 5.0 in the air to turn three and a half weeks to Thomas full spin, with a very small spark like oil fell on the kelp above Zhang Xiaoliu's head, Hongtashan said after landing safely: the head oil is still 1:1:1 good. The straight-haired people who stood like a military posture couldn't withstand the fiery coercion of Hongta Mountain, and curled up one after another to become grandsons.

His hair, which looked greasy like pigskin, turned into fiery energy with the help of Hongta Mountain, and strengthened Zhang Xiaoliu's body in just an instant, and gave him a picture of a Super Saiyan.

The fire was out of control, and the time was close to the meal, and if all the hair was heroically killed, there would be no oil to fry at noon. Although the situation was so critical, Zhang Xiaoliu showed Ip Man's state and was not flustered at all.

Elegantly put your hands down, palms facing the sky under the ribs, take a deep breath, take a breath of dantian qi, and walk with your hands, from the waist and eyes through the Yintang, to Baihui. The qi of the whole body is gathered on the palms of both hands. The palms alternately rub the hair on the top of the head, the initial speed is very slow, and then the speed increases rapidly, one palm is faster than the other, the palm is windy, and there is a tiger roaring dragon roaring.

The hard work paid off, and with the efforts of DJ DJ Xiaoliu, he successfully kept the cooking oil for lunch. Hongta Mountain was frustrated in the battle of kelp mountain, so he jumped down and wanted to make a comeback. But the luck is not good, the fate is ill-fated, it jumps into the thermal insulation river by coincidence, the sound of "bang", the smoke is extinguished, and the generation of heroes Hongta Mountain falls, which is sad and lamentable.

Zhang Xiaoliu held the thermos cup, looking at the fluttering and helpless cigarette butt inside, and his mood was extremely complicated. At this time, a positive energy shouted from the earphones: Soak wolfberries in a thermos cup!.

"I'll soak your sister's wolfberry!" Zhang Xiaoliu, who was not going well, had a fire in his heart, ripped off the black in-ear headphones, stood up and wanted to pour water again and soak in real wolfberries. As soon as the butt left the chair, a QQ pop-up window suddenly appeared in the lower right corner of the computer.

Zhang Xiaoliu doesn't have any friends.,Every day I stay at home and code words.,QQ can show +1 for half a year.,Thank God.,How could there be news all of a sudden today.。 Zhang Xiaoliu put down the thermos cup, moved the mouse to put the half-written Ip Man chapter into the manuscript storage box, and then clicked on the lower right corner, curiously clicking the pop-up window.

"Jingwei Fight Street Editor Egg Scrambled Egg Asks to Add You Friends. ”

Zhang Xiaoliu is also a big writer, using his own life as a pen name to write dozens of books before and after, more than forty or fifty thousand, less one or two thousand, but without exception, all eunuchs. Now in the ghost valley Chinese network code word, it is said to be a signed writer, but in fact, it is just a mount for the full attendance award. That's it, there are people who want to dig themselves? Blind, right?

Zhang Xiaoliu propped his elbows on the table, held his chin, touched the stubble that he had not taken care of for a long time, looked at the other party's avatar of King Kong Barbie Nezha, and was stunned, a little unable to understand the other party's true intentions.

It's a big deal to steal the number, send an advertisement yellow picture, and your friends can count it on one hand, if you really have another purpose, that person is afraid that he will have to take a quick-acting heart-saving pill on the spot, no matter how you look at it, it is a sure-fire business.

"Are you sure you're going to be a friend?"

"Yes. ”

The verification passed, and the friend relationship was just confirmed, and the message of the egg scrambled eggs over there was sent.

"Do you often hit the streets with your work?"

This editor is really straightforward, and he goes straight to the point. Isn't it just hitting the street, who hasn't pounced yet, there is nothing to hide, Zhang Xiaoliu took a sip of the water in the thermos cup, and responded positively with bitterness in his mouth.

"Yes"

"That's great, I sincerely invite you to join Jingwei Chinese.com. ”

Great? It's a good thing to hit the street a lot? Zhang Xiaoliu was a little confused, double-clicked the mouse to open the browser, entered the five big characters of Jingwei Chinese Network in the Baidu search bar, and entered.

opened the official website, and at a cursory glance, Zhang Xiaoliu was shocked, and the more he hit the street, the better. This site doesn't have monthly passes, no collections, and nothing that a normal fiction site has. Their monthly ticket is stepping on the ticket, the collection is the ticket, and the renewal ticket is asking the eunuch, anyway, the worse the writing, the better. The most amazing thing is that there is a eunuch list, the more books the eunuch has, the higher the level of the contract, and the highest SSS-level contract author has more than 1,000 eunuchs.

"What did you think about? ”

There seems to be some anxiety on the other side of the chat box, and I can't wait to recruit myself. Zhang Xiaoliu felt that the whole world was bright, and there were fewer drinks for a thousand confidants. Picked up the thermos cup and toasted to the chat box of the egg scrambled eggs, and then drank it all, and sucked the wolfberry inside into his mouth, chewed it tastefully, and quickly typed three words in his hand.

“Yes.I do.“

"Okay, I'll pull you into the author group first, and get acquainted with each other first. ”

Six or seven seconds later, another QQ pop-up window appeared on Zhang Xiaoliu's screen.

"Scrambled Eggs invites you to join the concentration camp of the authors who hit the streets. Yes/No"

Zhang Xiaoliu took a bite and chewed the tasteless Hongtashan brand wolfberry in his mouth, and he was full of spirits. Waving the mouse is like waving the general literature and art of splashing ink, first small seal, then cursive, first ink, then abstract, and the mouse line finally fell on the 'yes' because of the lack of length after making countless dead knots.

Zhang Xiaoliu couldn't wait to use all his strength, and pressed the left mouse button without hesitation.