"Brother Yu, our Taipanhua is now a rising star in the Chinese music industry, according to your current salary, I'm afraid it will be difficult to support her, right?"

Qiao Bin had the face of a person who had come over, as if he regarded Zhang Shaoyu as a muddy young man who did not seek progress, "You have to remember that the times are advancing, and we must also progress, otherwise we will be eliminated by this society sooner or later." ”

Zhang Shaoyu smiled, laughing helplessly, this is replacing his parents and educating himself?

His gaze became colder and colder, as if he didn't know Qiao Bin, and he didn't pay attention to him, and continued to wander around the box.

He Mengyao sat aside, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Qiao Bin, are you deliberately looking for trouble?"

Don't look at her usual softness and weakness, and the songs she sings are mainly lyrical love songs, but in fact, those who are familiar with her know that this girl is a rose full of thorns.

To put it mildly, she has some female cells, and she is usually good at camouflage, generally speaking, she is very polite to everyone, but once she touches her bottom line, this girl will instantly become a tigress.

The sky is not afraid, and the earth is not afraid.

Qiao Bin used to dare to complain at school, but the only one who didn't dare to complain was He Mengyao, not because of how high He Mengyao's force was, but because there were too many people pursuing her.

Even if He Mengyao didn't make a move, let those fanatical suitors hear the gossip, they would inevitably be beaten.

Qiao Bin seemed to have already learned to appease He Mengyao's emotions, laughed twice, and did not have a head-on conflict with He Mengyao, and continued to mutter.

Within two minutes, the classmates outside the restaurant walked into the box one after another, and Qiao Bin felt that the opportunity had finally come.

I was alone and didn't dare to have a head-on conflict with He Mengyao, but now it's different!

The classmates are here, especially the girls, and there will always be a few who will complain about themselves.

As the old saying goes, when everyone gathers firewood, the flame is high, and there are many people, what can you do with me?

Qiao Bin coughed, then smiled again and said, "Since the classmates are here, it's still early to eat, why don't we play a few laps to help the fun." ”？

"Okay"!

Whether it is Hao Shuai, He Mengyao or other classmates, they are no strangers to playing mahjong, and many of them even grew up under the mahjong table.

Whether it is a simple and easy-to-learn upside down, or punching and kicking, or a bloody battle in Sichuan Province, everyone is a door, and a few of them are female classmates who can't wait to occupy a table first.

The automatic mahjong machines have already begun to shuffle the cards...

Zhang Shaoyu was looking at a landscape painting with an inscription on the painting, he looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see what was written, and he couldn't even tell what kind of font it was.

Zhang Shaoyu's grandfather was from Rong, and he was somewhat repulsed by cultural people who held a pen, but his grandfather was still very young at that time, and after he retired, he himself was also practicing writing.

Zhang Shaoyu, who lived in his grandfather's house all the year round, suffered a disaster, and began to learn calligraphy with his grandfather's former comrades-in-arms in the second grade of primary school.

It was all the old comrades-in-arms who agreed to teach Zhang Shaoyu for the sake of their grandfather's face.

It is said that this old comrade-in-arms was once the grandson of a calligraphy master in China, and later died in the war of aggression against China, while the old comrade-in-arms inherited his grandfather's ambition and vowed to become a calligraphy master.

This road was not smooth, and then I accidentally abandoned the pen from Rong, until I retreated, and then picked up the pen again.

The old comrade-in-arms is surnamed Li, called Li Huaqing, the former world-famous contemporary calligrapher, but unfortunately, he also passed away the year before last.

Zhang Shaoyu was sad for a while.

After all, he has been learning calligraphy behind Mr. Li since he was a child, and he has been learning calligraphy for more than ten years in a blink of an eye, and he is not a hard-hearted person, how can he have no feelings?

In the past ten years, Zhang Shaoyu has only learned Yan Zhenqing's face body, and he has only reached three fires, which is still far behind.

But you can get your hands on it.

He has seen a lot of other fonts, and he can copy one or two, but he can't see through the font of the painting in front of him.

It's not like any font in the original world, but it seems to contain some shadows...

Just as he was fascinated, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder, "Brother Yu, come two laps?"

It's none other than Qiao Bin, who has been targeting Zhang Shaoyu.

Zhang Shaoyu didn't think about it, nodded and replied, "Okay"!

When he spoke, his tone was flat and unsmiling, and when he saw that Hao Shuai was also waving at him, he walked over with a smile.

After all, it is a class reunion, and Zhang Shaoyu also took out his bearing, just play when you should play, and be hi when you should be high.

Qiao Bin?

I'm sorry, buddy didn't have time to talk to you.

Qiao Bin shrugged his shoulders, and just wanted to walk over, when his footsteps in the air suddenly paused... Someone was one step ahead of him and took the last seat.

There are only two mahjong boxes in the box, female students occupy a table, male students occupy a table, a total of only eight people can participate, and the remaining people can only enjoy themselves next to it.

"Bad luck!"

I wanted to go to the mahjong table to bleed Zhang Shaoyu, but by the way, I ridiculed Zhang Shaoyu's abacus and failed, and Qiao Bin was depressed.

"Bah, isn't this a fool?" Qiao Bin suddenly saw that the classmate sitting on Zhang Shaoyu's left hand side turned out to be Fang Zheng, the most bullied transfer student in the class during college.

After four years of getting along, he knows what kind of person Fang Zheng is, a typical angry bag, a good gentleman, who smiles at everyone.

At the moment, regardless of the surprised eyes of others, he stretched out his hand to push Fang Zheng away, and sat down on it, "Fang Zheng, I heard that you went back to your hometown to teach?

All the gay men around were stunned, and Fang Zheng was also dumbfounded.

What's the situation?

You robbed me of my position, and you still said it so high-sounding?

Fang Zheng suddenly laughed, and was laughed at angrily.

He didn't speak like he was a student, nodded with a smile, silently folded his arms, and stepped aside.

Hao Shuai suddenly exploded in anger, and was just about to question Qi Bin, but when he saw Fang Zheng secretly glaring at him, he snorted coldly and stopped speaking.

Zhang Shaoyu has been staring at Qi Bin coldly, judging from the previous general signs, Qi Bin is afraid that he is not good!

Since this guy learned that he was a chef, he targeted himself everywhere, although most of the time he only pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, insinuating, but there were always signs that Qiao Bin was very hostile to him.

The first is to ridicule himself in the group of classmates, and the second is that after entering the box, he always speaks in a weird manner, and he is the first to shout when he plays mahjong.

If Qi Bin had good intentions and invited Zhang Shaoyu to play games, he would not believe it if he died.

After all, he is a person who has lived for two lifetimes, what kind of person has not been seen?

After a little analysis, Zhang Shaoyu found that it was greasy, this guy probably just wanted to win all his money, and then mocked himself.

For this kind of person, Zhang Shaoyu will never be soft.

While he was secretly pondering, Fang Zheng had already quietly switched places with Wang Mang, a classmate on Hao Shuai's right.

Now on the mahjong table, starting with Zhang Shaoyu, his right hand is Hao Shuai, Hao Shuai's right hand is Fangzheng, Fang Zheng's right hand is Qi Bin, and Qi Bin's right hand is Zhang Shaoyu.

According to the rules of the game, Zhang Shaoyu is Qi Bin's next home, in the passive side, if Qi Bin deliberately presses the cards and does not play to Zhang Shaoyu, then Zhang Shaoyu below will lose a great chance of winning.

Hao Shuai suddenly said, "Let's not play a few games interestingly, or let's play punches and kicks! Bi is more time-saving, three games are determined to win or lose, and the most lost will be replaced, how about it?"

Fang Zheng looked at Qiao Bin with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

That's right, a recognized good gentleman has learned to provoke others, and it is a look!

Qiao Bin was stunned suddenly, and he didn't know where the evil fire popped out, "How about a hundred?"

"Agreed"!

Hao Shuai, Fang Zheng, and Zhang Shaoyu all agreed...

It was only at this time that Qiao Bin reacted, and his face turned white.

A hundred punches and kicks, a few thousand in a game!

Hao Shuai dares to play like this, there is nothing wrong with it, no matter how big it is, he dares to do it a hundred times, because people have capital.

But what about Fangzheng?

Why do you say yes!

What about Zhang Shaoyu?

On what basis did you say yes?

Where did you get the courage?

Qi Bin was also asking himself, how could I propose to hit a hundred, why?

The male classmates sighed, punching and kicking for a hundred yuan, do ordinary people dare to play?

Could it be that all of them have made a fortune?