When Lu Ming pressed the switch of the electric fan, the bottle inserted on the bearing at the top of the electric fan began to rotate rapidly, the bottle was all around, has been coiled dragon pattern King Kong Bodhi tightly around four times, with the rapid rotation of the bottle, Lu Ming at this time dragged the bristle brush, with the bristle hair tightly wrapped around the bottle body of King Kong, the bristle brush in his hand did not move, only by virtue of the rotation of the fan bearing, drive the bottle to rotate, so that the King Kong on the surface of the bottle and the bristle brush friction, a few minutes of time, the bottle has been attached to the bristle brush, rotated hundreds of times. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Brother, you can do this trick, high-tech" Li Han took off his glasses with his hand, and his words were quite convincing.

"Meaningless!" Lu Ming replied, although he was still dragging the bristle brush with his hand, his eyes were staring at the Vajra Bodhi that was tightly wrapped around the bottle, always looking forward to discovering its changes.

Zhao Hu took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time, "Come on, it's almost eight o'clock, the brothers will go to the store to pick it up as a week, you can take care of your little King Kong" After saying this, under his greeting, Zhang Dong and Li Han followed him over.

Lu Ming was left alone in the house, accompanied by the noise of the fan.

He brushed it for a long time, until noon, he turned off the switch of the fan, and when he was about to go out to eat, the mobile phone suddenly rang, and he took it out to see, and the caller was prominently displayed with the word 'silent meaning'.

"Hey, Mohan, what's the matter?"

"What are you doing? It's been a few days, and I can't see your shadow in the class, what's the matter, do you still want to study?"

Lu Ming sighed helplessly, "Eldest sister, I really have something to do in the past two days, and I really can't go to class."

"You come down"

"What?!" Mo Han's words made Lu Ming unexpected, why did this girl who was still urging herself to go to class just now, why did she suddenly let herself go down again.

"I'll let you come down, don't fool me, you're in the dormitory, I just asked my friend to help me find out"

"Alas, your friend is really boring, okay, you wait, I'll go down" After hanging up the phone, Lu Ming took off the coiled dragon pattern on the bottle, held it in his hand and looked at it, and found that after half a day of rubbing, the surface of the bead already had some luster, since there was no time to continue brushing now, he straddled it on his neck according to the requirements of the electronic voice, just enough to moisturize and color it with body temperature and sweat.

In a warmly decorated bubble tea shop, Mo Han and Lu Ming chose a seat near the window, and after ordering, Lu Ming began to turn his head to look out the window.

"Hey, you don't seem to want to talk to me" Mo Han looked up at him, a little dissatisfied between his words.

"Eldest sister, did you call me out at noon just to chat? I still have something to do" Hearing Mo Han's words, Lu Ming felt a little disgusted in his heart, and he didn't understand why this girl, who had a grudge against her, cared so much about herself now.

"I ......" Mo Han was about to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he stopped abruptly.

When she came like this, Lu Ming was a little overwhelmed, "Boss, I'm going to compete with Wang Sen soon, I'm looking for the competition items now, the time is tight, the attitude is not good, don't take it to heart"

"You haven't found the race yet? You've got three days to go."

"I know, so, I'm in a hurry now, understand? It's because of this that I don't go to class, if you really treat me as a friend, just before the competition, don't rush me, including Director Ling's class, I will also be absent, you can help me ask for sick leave" Lu Ming now finally knows what is called a fire room, every minute of the beads is very important, and there is an electronic voice prompt to him, according to his current progress, whether he can win the title of Vajra Bodhi Elite can only be clear on the day of the competition.

At noon, he didn't know how he stayed with Mo Han, but he knew that his attitude towards Mo Han was very bad.

In the following time, Lu Ming basically slept for no more than four hours a day, because although Xiao King Kong had a certain amount of pulp under his own efforts, he had not been colored, and it was precisely because of this that his nerves could not be relaxed, because the requirements of this mission were: Little King Kong had a pulp and changed color slightly, but the color of this King Kong has not changed since he bought it.

On the evening of the third day, Zhao Hu, Zhang Dong and others gathered around him, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

Although Lu Ming was drowsy at this time, his hand was still twisting this Vajra Bodhi.

"Brother, let's sleep, if you stay up like this, people will be wasted" Zhao Hu finally couldn't stand it anymore, and took the lead in persuading Lu Ming to rest.

"No, it's going to be a game tomorrow, and if you don't succeed, it's one move here, as the saying goes, you don't lose the battle if you lose......" Lu Ming, who was still insisting, suddenly sat down and snored after saying this.

"Alas, what is this picture" Then the two of them, under the command of Zhao Hu, laid him flat on the bed, and finally, Li Han also put the little King Kong in his hand around his neck.

In his sleep, Lu Ming found that he was standing barefoot on the beach, and in front of him was the sea, and Luo Shan was actually standing in front of him, smiling at him stupidly.

"Roshan, you're awake!" he said, reaching out to pull Rozan, but with this grasp, his fingers passed through her body as if they were through air.

"You?!" At this moment, Lu Ming felt a little numb in his scalp

"Roshan, are you still alive?" Although he didn't believe in feudal superstition and other things, the current situation really didn't make him have a better idea.

Unexpectedly, after he said this, Luo Shan waved at him, and then slowly, slowly, retreated into the sea.

"Roshan!" he snapped to his seat as he shouted with all his might.

"Don't go, stop!"

"Brother, what's wrong with you, do you have a fever" Zhao Hu and others hurriedly surrounded him, some brought water, some swayed, and some wiped his sweat.

After being nervous, Lu Ming slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw these goods in front of him, he closed his eyes again.

"Brother, it's okay, why don't you break the game tomorrow, 20,000 yuan, if we don't have it, it's gone, anyway, we can make more money in the future" Zhang Dong gave him water and relieved him.

After a few more sips of water, Lu Ming shook his hand at them and motioned for them to go to rest too, Zhao Hu was reluctant to leave, but was kicked to the ground by Lu Ming's sudden kick.

On this night, Roshan appeared in his dreams from time to time, far or near, laughing or crying, or dying or reuniting, this night, for him, was a sin, until he opened his eyes the next morning, only to find that his shirt had been completely soaked with sweat.