The trio came up with such a style of killing Matt, either being reprimanded by their family or ridiculed and ridiculed by their peers, how could they be praised from the bottom of their hearts by others? Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info not to mention the other party's excellent language organization skills, what is uninhibited, what is confused youth, what does not yield to society, it is simply to the heart!

They usually think the same way, but where can they describe it in such rich language?

The mad boy basically fell into a sluggish state, his mouth opened wide, and the snot that rolled out of his mouth flowed into his mouth, and he shouted, "Hey, you're not bluffing me, are you?"

Song Baojun was secretly happy in his heart, his obscene personality really deserved his reputation, and he said: "With your IQ, can I bluff you?"

Crazy Shao felt that he was complimenting himself, scratched the back of his head and smiled: "This is also true." ”

Song Baojun stretched out his hand and pulled the silver-plated necklace of the crazy Shao, and his mouth was full of admiration: "The style of this moonlight goddess is a little beautiful in the twist, the feel is fine, and the pattern is alternative, of course it is good, but it is ......"

The mad young man was waiting for his kind words with joy, but he didn't expect a sudden turn of the moment, and asked anxiously, "But what?"

Song Baojun shook his head and said, "But there is one soul missing, and it is obviously not compatible with your style." You see, you're obviously a visual rock, gothic heavy metal frenzy, but you wear a girly necklace and fail!"

Before Madness could react, Song Baojun grabbed his placket again and said, "Why do you use zippers? Don't you know that if this dress is a metal button, it will make your charm go to the next level?"

Crazy Shao was dumbfounded: "How, how?"

Song Baojun is already a senior image designer, looking at Sister Ba with blazing eyes, and said: "The bright golden eye makeup on the eyes is shining, gorgeous and colorful, which is really unforgettable." But don't you think it's a lot like the Monkey King?"

Although the "overlord sister" is dressed strangely, she still has some foundation after all, her eyes are bright, her face is straight, her nose bridge is straight, and her figure is neither fat nor thin. If you are willing to go on the right path, you will be a beauty in the end.

Sister Ba snorted and hesitated, "Really, really?"

At this time, Song Baojun had completely abandoned the otaku state, and his speech became more and more smooth, saying: "What's more, the crop top is very decent, fully showing your youthful and feminine little waist......"

Sister Ba's newly beaten face smiled like a nervous disorder, showing a rare shyness, and said, "Is it good, good-looking?"

Song Baojun continued: "It's a pity that the old mud on the navel has not been rubbed clean, it is a black mess, a failure, too much failure!"

Sister Ba's face instantly turned red, and she just wanted to find a hole in the ground and bury herself alive.

Song Baojun turned to Brother Drag again, pulling the other party's neckline, his face full of righteousness and sternness: "Look! This is Brother Drag of the Crazy Drag Tyrant Group? It makes me very sad! Do you think that adding a nose ring to the wing of your nose can be flaunted as anti-trend? Wrong! Do you think that the body painting with a spear pattern on your neck can show a dark style? Wrong! Do you think that wearing a ring on ten fingers can highlight the cool man's style? Big mistake! I thought you were the non-mainstream core of the city, and it seems that I was wrong!"

Brother Tu was at a loss and said, "Big brother, can you tell me what I did wrong?"

"Who the hell are you?" asked the mad boy pitifully, forgetting the purpose of his plan to blackmail him for a few small sums of money.

"To tell you the truth, I'm a designer at the Valley of the Wind Company, and I've been in business with a lot of big names. Song Baojun quietly gave himself an identity, and said seriously: "Do you know 'Black Snake Photon'? His dressing for this year's 'Extreme Desire Summer' concert was arranged by me personally. ”

The Kill Matt trio was short of breath. "Black Snake Photon" is the lead singer of the city's famous heavy metal rock band, leading a generation, and many idle young people in the city regard it as a spiritual idol. These few people are obviously among them.

"Big, big brother, can you tell us when Black Snake Photon's new album is going to be released?" Crazy Shao was shocked by Song Baojun's miraculous performance, and automatically ignored his vulgar and silly dress.

Song Baojun said: "It's better to pay attention to yourself, think about it, at your level, you can be regarded as a powerful figure in the world of killing Matt in this city, but you are still far from idols." ”

Sister Ba rubbed her belly button and asked, "So, then what should we do to do better?"

"I have an image design team of up to 50 people, dedicated to top idols. If you want to go to the next level, I'm here to help. Song Baojun's face was full of seriousness, seriousness, capability, integrity and selflessness, as if there was really such a thing.

The three of them nodded together: "Yes, yes! Of course I do!"

Song Baojun finally bowed his head in relief and asked, "How much money do you still have?"

The three of them had already been shocked by him, and replied honestly: "Also, it's not much, it's a hundred or dozens of yuan." ”

"Take it all out, I will design a new image for you for free, and guarantee that you will be proud of Chazhou from now on, so that countless men and women will scream for you and stay awake all night. Seeing that the mad boy seemed to be a little hesitant, Song Baojun said with a straight face: "What's the matter? A little money is just dung for you, is money more important or image more important?"

"Of course, the image is more important!" The three of them hurriedly gathered around a piece and sparsely took out change and put it together, each of them had more than a hundred yuan, about three or four hundred together, and there were a lot of dime tickets and coins.

As soon as the mad young man took it in his hand, he was snatched by Song Baojun, quickly put it into his belt, and glared at the quartz watch in his brother's hand and said: "What are you still wearing this eye-catching thing? Take it off quickly, I can't tell you clearly, this kind of vulgar jewelry is a great insult to kill Matt! Give it to me for safekeeping for a while!"

Brother Tu had to take off his quartz watch and hand it to him, with a resolute and indomitable look, as if the labor prisoner who turned back to the shore was saying goodbye to his heinous past.

The three of them all looked at Song Baojun pitifully with expectant eyes.

"Wait. Song Baojun beckoned to stop a taxi, put on his watch, looked at it pretentiously, and said: "I have to go to the Surrealist Art Exchange Symposium held in ******** immediately, you go to the front desk of the Iraqi company's 'No. 1 Building' at six o'clock tonight to wait for me, and say that I asked you to come." First, goodbye!"

He got into the taxi and shouted at the driver, "Immediately, go to Chaju University!"

Before the three of them could react, they saw the taxi make a big turn and disappear at the end of the road like an arrow from a string.

"Goodbye...... by the way, big brother, I don't know what you call it yet!" shouted the mad boy as he waved his hand.

"yes, he didn't say his name, how do we find it?By the way, do we have some surreal symposium here********?"

Sister Ba added suspiciously: "Do we have an Iraqi company here?"

The three of them looked at each other, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt that something was wrong, and after a long time, they jumped up at the same time, shouting, "!