Zhou Han sent Shangguan Yu'er to the school's apartment and left alone. In fact, she didn't have any big problems, this kind of abdominal pain caused by menstruation is more common among women, but her body is in a special period these days, but she drank half a bottle of red wine in a row, so the pain in the lower abdomen will be particularly strong.

When she arrived at the apartment, Shangguan Yu'er's abdominal pain was almost gone, and there was no problem with her movements, and she was already able to go upstairs on her own.

Zhou Han's task is completed, and it is time to retire. He originally wanted to leave quietly, but after thinking about it, he finally said hello to Shangguan Yu'er.

"Zhou Han, no matter what you think of me, I actually already regard you as a friend." It's just that when leaving, the talented girl of Jiang University looked at Zhou Han for the last time, and she looked like she wanted to say something, but finally didn't say anything, and said with a smile of anticipation at Zhou Han.

The momentary style of Jiang Dacai's daughter made Zhou Han, who was in the realm of negotiators, lose his mind for a short time. He was slightly stunned, but in the end he just waved at her without looking back, and then calmly left.

"Again, what a boy who is prouder than me!" Shangguan Yu'er smiled helplessly at Zhou Han's dashing back, shook her head and said.

Leaving the apartment, Zhou Han did not choose to go to the scene of the orientation meeting as soon as possible, but walked a few meters along the outer wall of the apartment to a green belt at the corner, suddenly spotted an abandoned utility room, kicked the ground violently, and then climbed to the roof lightly.

At this time, more than ten meters away from the green belt, only two yellow-haired young men in strange costumes, one tall and one short, sneaked towards the utility room.

"Hey, Brother Huang, I saw that kid coming in this direction just now, why did he disappear in a blink of an eye?" The short yellow fur cautiously raised his head and looked around the utility room through the street lamp, but was surprised to see that the person who was still following him disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"It's okay, the green belt is only a few inches square, and the only places that can hide their heads and tails are the broken walls and the old jungle. Hmph, we just need to wait for the rabbit, stay in these two Yin fortresses, discipline that guy to have wings, and then kill the feathers and return! The tall yellow haired man named Brother Huang snorted coldly and said.

"It's a good sentence to give birth to two wings, kill the feathers and return! Brother Huang, the idiom is really good! The short yellow hair gave a thumbs up to the tall yellow hair and praised it heartily.

"That is, the ten volumes of idioms that my brother recently tutored are not made up in vain, Lao Tzu once said: 'Learn without getting tired, destroying people without getting tired', brother has recently fallen in love with destroying people." The tall yellow hair named Brother Huang said proudly.

"I never get tired of learning a good sentence, and I never tire of destroying people!" The short yellow hair first praised the tall yellow hair with a flattering face.

"Brother Huang, it seems that Lao Tzu didn't say this sentence back then, right? This sentence should be a famous saying of Confucius: "But the short yellow hair quickly corrected the tall yellow hair carefully."

"I'll go, you idiot! This is what Lao Tzu said, Lao Tzu refers to me, understand? The tall yellow hair named Brother Huang slapped the short yellow hairy on his head, and said angrily.

"Understood, understood, Brother Huang is so talented to learn, he can create his own famous quotes! At this level, tsk, it is estimated that they are almost catching up with those top ten masters of Chinese studies, right? The short yellow hairy nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, and sneered.

Of course, Lao Tzu is still self-aware, didn't someone once say that it is more than the upper than the bottom. Maybe Lao Tzu's talent is really much higher than that of ordinary ordinary people, but compared to those masters of Chinese culture, it is still so sporadic after all! The tall yellow hair named Brother Huang was rarely modest, and he smiled embarrassedly.

"It's not easy, it's really not easy, this guy can not have a single language problem in a sentence, but it's really not allowed! Compared with the master of Chinese studies, it is only half a point? You're so embarrassed to say it! You don't feel ashamed, Lao Tzu blushes for you. The short yellow hair secretly wiped a handful of sweaty sweat on his head, and his stomach was slandered.

"Brother Huang's talent is indeed not comparable to us ordinary people." However, of course, the short yellow hairy mouth didn't dare to say this, but he saw that he was still licking his face and sneering.

"Yes, any one of us ordinary people is hundreds of times stronger than you, and your puss is really incomparable to us" After saying this, the short yellow hair continued to curse in his heart.

"Brother Huang, shouldn't we do something serious? After all, Viagra is still over there waiting for our good news. The short yellow fur tentatively shifted the tall yellow hair's target. It's really that he is fed up with this tall yellow hair's disgusting face that doesn't know how to pretend to understand, if it weren't for the short yellow hair's force value, which is really a few streets worse than this pus, he really wants to raise his fist and aim at the tall yellow hair's underbeaten face for a while, and his parents won't recognize him if he hits him best.

"Business? Isn't that the right thing to do?! After hearing this, the tall yellow hair suddenly glared at him in displeasure and said.

"Huang Mao, you should be like a brother studying and studying. You know, now is a civilized society, we have to be a civilized gangster, we don't have a certain amount of knowledge, it's shameful to say it, so we have to learn to use modern profound cultural knowledge to disguise ourselves, so that we can become a sanctimonious cultural literacy, not illiterate, you know? Then the tall yellow fur said to the short yellow fur in a serious voice.

"Fuck your sanctimonious cultural outflow! You're a pus-filled bag at best, an illiterate pus-you-pus-your-bag! The short yellow hair scolded secretly.

"Hey, Huang Mao, what is your expression? You don't seem to be smiling at what I just said! Do you think that being illiterate is still a matter of honor? The tall yellow hair glanced coldly at the short yellow hair, and said angrily.

"How can it, Brother Huang's words are tantamount to a holy decree to my Huang Mao!" The short yellow hair was almost depressed to death, but he still had a smile on his face.

"I'll go, don't you smile? Singles Yaozu? You're a pussy! Pustule! Pustule! Pustule! The short yellow hair could only roar angrily in his heart.

As they spoke, the two of them had already touched the broken wall of the abandoned utility room, and the tall yellow hair looked up casually, and was about to tirelessly teach the short yellow hair some 'advanced knowledge', and suddenly, he clearly saw a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark corner under the eaves. (To be continued.) )