Wang Peng cut off: "Can you read the martial arts written by the author of Hua Manlou?" ”

Gui Guanhua snorted coldly: "You can't appreciate his level." ”

"I really can't appreciate it." Wang Peng said, "What about your book, didn't you bring it to school?" ”

Gui Guanhua said: "I brought it, but I lent it to a girl in the next class." ”

"What's that Lee?"

"Li Jiajie."

"You're not going to take a fancy to her, are you?"

"How is that possible!" Gui Guanhua immediately defended, "She's not my type." ”

"Then why did you lend it to her, haven't you always lent it to others after reading the book?"

"Her mother was my junior high school music teacher, and when I asked me to borrow a book, I was too embarrassed not to borrow it."

"Okay, so you already have a leg, tsk."

"Damn, it's really not what you think."

"Haha, just kidding, just like you, who likes you."

"Grass, what do you mean by me, I'm handsome, okay?"

"Okay, okay, just be happy."

"Damn!"

During recess exercise time, Li Jiajie returned "Breaking the Waves" to Gui Guanhua.

Gui Guanhua asked politely: "How is this book?" ”

Li Jiajie said: "It's not bad, especially ...... In particular, there is a novel called "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". ”

Although Gui Guanhua hasn't started reading books yet, he has still read the catalog, and he knows that Hua Manlou's new book is called "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and he said in surprise: "Do girls also like martial arts?" ”

"What, no?" Li Jia gave him a blank look.

Gui Guanhua hurriedly said: "It's not impossible, it's just that there are some accidents, I thought girls only read romance and other novels." ”

Li Jiajie smiled: "That's because you don't understand girls." ”

"Well, it's my lack of knowledge." Gui Guanhua said, "How is it, that novel?" ”

Li Jiajie's eyes wandered: "Very good, with the demeanor of a master." ”

"Really? Then I'm looking forward to it even more. Gui Guanhua said with high interest.

Wang Peng on the side sneered: "Is he still a master?" Forget it, except for Qiao Gang Leader and Xiang Shuai, no one else is qualified to be called a master. ”

After speaking, he added: "I mean martial arts novels. ”

Li Jiajie said angrily: "I admit that the novels of Qiao Gang Leader and Xiang Shuai are really good, but the flowers are not bad, let's talk about it after you read it." ”

Wang Peng said: "I don't read the kind of garbage novels written by garbage authors." ”

Now, even Gui Guanhua is not happy, if you don't like to watch it, forget it, why do you say that my idol is a garbage author.

However, he was still sensible, he didn't turn his face directly, just took Wang Peng's hand and walked out: "Don't say it, the recess exercise is about to start, hurry down, otherwise you will be punished." ”

Wang Peng followed obediently, in fact, he was also finding a step for himself, and it was too bad to quarrel with a woman.

Li Jiajie stomped her feet angrily and walked towards the stairs on the other side.

back between classes.

In an English class, Wang Peng looked at "Martial Arts World" cautiously, while Gui Guanhua listened to the class with a serious face.

Don't think that he has reformed or that he likes English or that he likes the English teacher.

Neither.

It's just that because the English teacher is his mother, as a key monitoring object, he doesn't dare to paddle.

After an English class, Wang Peng turned "Martial Arts World" and "Ghost Knocking" into pieces, and he began to hit his ideas on his tablemates.

"Little Turtle Turtle, where is your "Breaking the Waves"?" He looked at Gui Guanhua with a flattering expression.

"Who do you call a little turtle? There is no such person here. Gui Guanhua was still angry in his heart about the idol he had just scolded, and he spoke with anger.

"Of course it's you." Wang Peng said with a hippie smile, "I don't have any books to read, lend me your books." ”

"You'd better listen to the lecture."

"Listen to the chicken feathers, it's class time."

"It's almost time for class."

"The next class is a Chinese class, nothing good."

"I also want to read books in Chinese class."

"You look at mine first, and then change back after reading it."

Gui Guanhua suddenly stared at him: "Don't you dislike "Breaking Waves"? ”

"Nothing." Wang Peng editor, "When did I say this, there is no okay. ”

"You said that Hua Manlou is a garbage author, and the novels he writes are also garbage novels."

"Damn, you're not going to be angry about this, are you?" Wang Peng's face hurt, "Didn't I say it casually, you still take it seriously." ”

Gui Guanhua was silent for a moment, and seemed to feel that he was too stingy, so he took the book out of the drawer and said, "I can exchange the book with you, but you have to read the novel full of flowers first." ”

"Okay, okay, just see." Wang Peng took the book with a smile, he didn't really hate novels full of flowers, he just felt that it wasn't cool enough to read, and it was okay to kill time.

Gui Guanhua is making a small calculation in his heart: Hmph, even if Lao Tzu brainwashes you every day, he will make you like to be full of flowers. The first step is to start by reading his novels.

When the class came, the teacher entered the state of stand-alone teaching, and Wang Peng began to open "Breaking the Waves".

He didn't cheat, the first thing he read was "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" written by Hua Manlou.

After reading a few sentences, the style full of martial arts flavor cheered him up.

It seems to be like a dot.

Soon, after reading the first chapter, he suddenly woke up.

Before I knew it, I read so many words.

Turning to the next page, there is another novel.

That's all for this issue of "Shooting the Condor".

Wang Peng couldn't help but curse secretly, how could it be gone at a critical moment.

"How?" Gui Guanhua has been paying attention to the situation here, and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's better than the one I wrote before." Wang Peng said indifferently.

"Really?" Gui Guanhua stared at his face tightly.

"Of course it's true, why am I lying to you?" Wang Peng's face did not change.

"Hehe, even you say that, I'm looking forward to this novel even more."

"I won't tell you, I'll continue to read."

Wang Peng flipped through the other contents of the book, but he couldn't concentrate on it, and in his mind, he recalled the content of "Shooting the Condor", and when he thought of the follow-up plot, it made him itch.

"Ahem." Gui Guanhua suddenly coughed twice.

Wang Peng hadn't realized the abnormality yet, and was still absentmindedly flipping through the book.

"Ahem, ahem." This time the cough was loud, Wang Peng finally reacted, and hurriedly covered "Breaking the Waves" with a Chinese language book, leaning forward.

Li Junlin appeared behind Wang Peng like a ghost.

"What cough, go to the doctor if you have a cold."

Although he was mentally prepared, as soon as he heard the teacher's voice appear behind him, Wang Peng couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, and his body shook slightly.

"Wang Peng, what are you holding in your hands?" Li Junlin saw through his trick at a glance and asked lightly.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. Wang Peng swallowed.

"Take your hands off." Li Junlin ordered.

"Teacher, it's really nothing."

"I say, take your hands off." Li Junlin suddenly slapped his palm on his table and shouted.

The classmates in the class were all startled by this sudden roar, and Wang Peng, who bore the brunt of the attack, was even more numb, and he almost couldn't help but bounce up from his seat.

After hesitating for nearly three seconds, under the invisible pressure, he finally removed his hand that was still clenching the book.

Li Junlin's eyes were like torches, and he gently opened the top language book, and the "Breaking the Waves" below was exposed.

"Wang Peng, tell me, what is this?" Li Junlin made a nasal sound from his nose.

Wang Peng didn't say a word, and silence was golden at this time.

"I'll tell you about it, the head teacher, you're doing it yourself."

Li Junlin dropped a sentence, returned to the podium with the confiscated book, and was about to explain the questions raised in class, when the bell rang for the end of class.

The class suddenly became commotionous, and many students were ready to move.

"Quiet, quiet." Li Junlin smashed the table and raised a burst of chalk ash.

"This question is not finished yet, and I am not allowed to leave the class."

The students looked helpless.

"How's it going, are you alright?" Gui Guanhua asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's not the first time." Wang Peng is free and easy.

Gui Guanhua scolded in a low voice: "The Chinese teacher really doesn't talk about humanity at all, I was arrested by him twice last semester." ”

"That's right." Wang Peng was still a little shocked, and then scolded, "It's not a big deal to see what's going on with the novel in class." ”

After a while, he said, "How much is your magazine, I'll pay you." ”

Gui Guanhua waved his hand: "No, no, no." ”

"No, I lost it."

"Not really."

Wang Peng insisted: "You haven't read it yet, then I'll buy a new one for you in the afternoon." ”

"Whatever you want."

At noon, Wang Peng went to the newsstand to buy a copy of "Breaking the Waves" and went home, and read "Shooting the Condor" again, and the more he watched, the more flavorful he became.

He said secretly: This Hua Manlou still has a set of martial arts.