Duo Lao heard that someone seemed to have been "shot", and when he looked up, he was dumbfounded, it was Jiang Yinxian, she was protecting her chest, and her body was in pain, although she was bandaged like this, he still recognized her at a glance, not to mention that it was the second time he saw her like this.

He walked up and said he was sorry.

It seems that she just thought that she is a female surname, and she can't just go and touch and rub her.

What to do? Maybe he panicked for the third time in his life, he couldn't use his hands, so he used his mouth: "I'm figuring out a problem, it's almost over, an unknown object flew in the afterglow, a kind of self-defense instinct, hit this thing back, if it's a bomb, let it explode outside." What do you think...... I'm sorry, but you're wearing so much. "What he's going to say is that if it were me, I'd be fine shirtless

Yinxian, who was in pain, was about to laugh when she heard him say this, but at the beginning of laughing, her chest hurt even more, she held back her laughter strongly, thinking that it was no wonder that Huang Jiajun said that Li Duolao was a joke. However, what he didn't say might be that I was pretending to be in pain, or that it shouldn't be very painful, this stupid thing, how can I know about women......

In fact, this was the second time that Dorau had hurt her chest, and this time it hurt even more than the last one, and how did he know that this was not the first offense against her. He didn't know how to hide and fear him like a tiger, and he didn't dare to relax his precautions for most of the semester, and at the beginning, he went around what he could bypass, and he hid if he couldn't, and he didn't even dare to listen to his name. But time is a big water, and its true colors will be washed out. With his performance and rumors about him, especially Huang Jiajun's frequent mention of him in front of her.

Although Huang Jiajun just used it as a joke to make her happy, as soon as these jokes brewed in her heart, they turned into a change of opinion and a little sympathy for him, not only did she not need to be afraid of him, but on the contrary, she was too honest.

She knew that Li Duolao was a madman for studying, and in Huang Jiajun's words, if you whip him with a whip, he can still read.

"Did you figure out the question you're trying to figure out?" She was a little ashamed that she had disturbed his studies, but her loudness and fluency were limited by the chest pain.

"Got it."

"What a question, can you say that?"

"Even if a bomb flies, you have to see if there is anyone in the place where I picked it back, even if it was the one who threw the bomb, he would rather blow himself up." What he was trying to figure out was such a problem.

Now she couldn't bear it anymore, and she had to laugh in pain, this fool was really funny: "It's your enemy who threw the bomb, why would you rather blow yourself up?"

"There are no eternal enemies, and the so-called enemies and friends are all of your own making." Dorau returned to his seat.

"Obviously he's throwing bombs at him, and it's too late for you to turn him into a friend." Yinxian was still standing outside.

"If there is a second bomb that will fly, it will be far more lethal than the first one, and it will die an even more ugly death, compared to the person who threw the second bomb, the first to throw the bomb is a friend."

"According to you, when you look at the bomb thrown by someone, you would rather blow it up yourself and let it explode in front of you when you can return the bomb? If there's no second one to blow you up. ”

"That's how it should be in numbers, because the number of people who threw the bomb was one to the other one, and whoever was killed was killed. If you die, the hypothetical second one will be saved from exploding. If you take your own interests as your heart, then you will undoubtedly throw the bomb back and kill him, and if the second one comes, you will also blow him up, and you will kill as many as you come. After the explosion, you go to the store to buy a bottle of wine to celebrate, and the only remaining bottle of wine in the store happens to be bought by one person, then this person will also be blown up, and if the owner is fair, the owner should also be blown up. ”

"Which one do you think is right?" Yinxian's chest didn't hurt a lot.

"The kind that blew yourself up, but it only makes sense for the majority to choose this one."

"Isn't that actually a contradiction?"

"There is only one way, and there is a way to make this bomb lose its explosive power, so that the effect of the bomb is only to cause a gust of wind."

Isn't this Li Duolao determined to come to this academy in order to disappear the power of a cutting-edge weapon? Her chest didn't hurt anymore, maybe she had forgotten.

Seeing that her pain was gone, she could go, and he soothed her pain with his mouth. He's going to finish the problem.

Yin Xian picked up the "bomb" on the ground, held it in both hands, walked into the house, put the shoebox on the desk, and opened it.

Sitting up straight, Dorau found the shoes inside, and he remembered what she said, "This is what my father gave you."

Yin Xian smiled at him and repeated the sentence: "This is a gift from my father, and he sees that you are always wearing southern cotton shoes." ”

"Your dad gave it to me?" Dorao gave her a smile that he knew she was lying, "Does your dad know that I 'always wear Southern homespun shoes'?" ”

Her face was red, and she was speechless for a while.

"You saw me barefoot yesterday and thought my feet were going to freeze, aren't you fine?" To show that she was doing this redundantly, he slammed one foot on the ground.

Who knew that this time, Yin Xian jumped so high like a vibrated marble, it was time to wipe her forehead.

Duo Lao also realized that she was taken aback, and should not have stomped on her foot like this, at least in a rudeness, and immediately asked softly, "How tall is your father?" Do you have a brother? ”

"My dad is 1.7 meters, and I don't have a brother." Yin Xian knew what he meant by asking this, and deliberately added, "Are you doing a social investigation?" "I bear these shoes, is your father wearing them, they are long and do not fit properly; Do you wear it with your mother, and people will die laughing everywhere you go; Retreat to the store, unless you happen to run into a fool. As he spoke, he reached into his pocket with one hand.

She knew what he was doing, and her voice was fierce, and she said solemnly: "What are you doing?" Pay for it, and you still want me to buy it? You don't know where to go yourself? It's just that I shouldn't blame me. ”

Dolao examined her for two seconds, then withdrew his hand, "You should, you should, I was just trying to buy a pair of these." ”

Yinxian is leaving.

She knew that Li Duolao, like her, wanted to read, and she wished that Huang Jiajun would leave quickly, and Jiang Jiajun, who had started his work here, came.

However, there was a sack on Li Duolao's bed where the pillow should have been placed, which aroused her interest.

Huang Jiajun said that Li Duolao made people laugh a lot, not bad at all, this sack has a special feature is that something is stuffed in it, there is a trace of a person's head sleeping in the middle, she can't help but press it with her hand, it's so hard! She asked, "Li Duolao, what is in here?" ”

"Sand." The two words that Dorao replied were also like sand, stiff and scattered, embarrassed and whispered.

This was the sack in which he caught the snake with the willow branch, and he carried it as a box for clothes, and carried it with clothes and supplies. The sack was pressed against the bed board under the mat or quilt, and during the winter vacation, when his roommates were not there, he poured sand into it as a pillow. There are two major functions: one is to miss the willow branches; The second is to pillow it when you encounter a problem, and the braincase rests on it, which is hard and awkward, and it is really difficult to fall asleep. Of course, there was also a pillow with sand in a sack next to him, and he would replace it when he was about to fall asleep. Now, judging from the marks on the sack pillow, he had pillowed it this morning or shortly after.

I had only heard of samurai practicing boxing and used sacks to carry sand, but I had never heard of sacks of sand pillows, so Yinxian asked funny: "Why don't you put some stones in it?" ”

"Isn't sand a stone?"

"You're saying that when a stone is crushed, it's sand?"

"Yes, you think that the big ones are stones, and the small ones are sand, that's just what we humans say, but ants think sand is stones."

"But we are human beings, and we call things of a certain size stony sand, and things of a certain size of stones as stones, and I say this according to our usual standards."

"I don't think there is a standard stone like you said, a stone the size of a bowl can be called a stone, a Mount Tai, if you remove the soil from its shell, it may be just a stone inside, but it is just a big stone. If you stand in space and remove the earth and water like Mount Tai, it can also be regarded as a stone, and in the whole universe, it cannot be said to be a big stone like Mount Tai. ”

Yin Xian felt that this guy's head was filled with stones or sand, in short, the things in it were not simple, and she wanted to say that he couldn't do it, or only asked her the original intention of asking: "Why do you use such a sack of sand pillows?" ”

It took Duo Lao to realize why it was a bit boring to talk to her like this, could it be that Willow Branch was there to make money and ask you to come and hang out with this goblin? Are you talking about "returning the bullet"?

Dorau didn't answer her question, and picked up a pen to "draw a peach charm" in a notebook. There was no one around.

Jiang Yinxian remembered the Huang Jiajun who was in her house just now, and walked out on tiptoe. (To be continued.) )