One meter eight just got up and sat on the ground, one meter seven fell out and still didn't come back to his senses, and one meter seven lost blood on his face under the clamp of Duo Lao's two hands.

The boss's shot fell off his horse, and the "hammer method" failed for the first time. From the 1.8-meter-1 punch to Duolao's chest to the 1.7-meter drill in Duolao's arms, a total of no more than ten seconds.

Dorao let go of a meter seven, but saved his "handshake",

One meter eight sat on the ground, looking at Duolao with the eyes of a fierce beast, and several times had the urge to fight to the death with Duolao.

However, the hot pain dragged him down, and the force in his chest was very small when it reached his legs, and he couldn't get up a little. Just then, a gust of wind blew, and a stream of gray sand rose from the ground in front of him, and many of these troublemakers got into his eyes, damn it!

"Someone took a dagger to the police station and called the police!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

One meter eight is just gray sand in his eyes, and his ears are still quite pointed. They usually say "it's a big deal to go back to the police station again", and when he heard about the police station, his bones were actually soft. He got up, and the ash on his butt didn't shoot, and it looked like he was about to step on the watermelon skin.

The pain of one meter seven is obviously not as bad as the boss, he inserted it diagonally, his clothes and pants protected him a lot, he had already climbed up, endured the pain, pretended to be a person who was not very good, looked around, and looked around, as if he was about to step on the watermelon skin.

Duo Lao seems to have a lot of affection for this "old friend who has been reunited for a long time", holding the hand of more than one meter and seven meters, and willingly "affectionate".

One meter eight walked a few steps, and when he heard one meter seven screaming there, he remembered that there was still one of them who was restrained, and if he slipped away, he didn't slip.

Yi.8 thought for a while, immediately made a decision, turned around and approached Duolao and 1.70 meters, picked up the table that embarrassed him with both hands, put it back in its place, and said to the stall owner: "Boss, you said that you ate you a few times, and we will pay you." ”

The stall owner was already frightened, but now that the man said this, she was even more frightened, and shook her hand again and again: "I don't want it!" ”

One meter eight said amazingly: "I thought it was our fault, in fact, we have money, but we are used to it, as if it is fun." Seriously, the money is given to you, and you will come to eat in the future, and you will be given as much as you eat! After he finished speaking, he shouted to one meter seven: "Come, give money!" Give the money to the hostess. ”

Duo Lao and 1.7 meters held hands and came to the proprietress to end this long handshake.

One meter seven was about to slip away, and when he saw one meter and eight folds turn around, he also stopped, and saw that the eldest brother was calling him to give money, so he obediently walked over, while pulling the zipper of the leather bag on his waist, took out a large stack of banknotes, and said to the proprietress: "We have eaten at your place four times, counting eight hundred yuan, it should be about the same." ”

The stall owner was hesitant to reach out.

"Take it!" "Take it!" "......" surrounded by a lot of people, a lot of people, a lot of "take!" ”

"Then—...... Six hundred pieces is fine. The proprietress trembled slightly.

The thumb of 1.7 meters dipped a little saliva, and six tickets were twisted out by brush.

A big young man walked up to 1.7 meters, took out a dagger, handed it to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Friend, the dagger is back to you, I didn't go to the police station, I used to like to do something like this, now I think about it, it's really ugly, now I don't do it, I feel honored." ”

A mess of laughter.

Yi.7 took the dagger and threw it on the ground: "The police station is here now, I'm not afraid, they just take the dagger!" ”

The dagger landed at the feet of the oiled girl, almost landing on her feet, and she jumped instinctively, leaving her in shock. The girl was frightened by this, and it was better to go, but it had not yet receded, the scene in front of her was too profound for her, or because she was the same age as these four "actors", or because of the intensity of the "drama", she insisted on seeing this performance to its end.

She couldn't understand why they were so hooligans and scoundrels, fighting and fighting, if the flashing movements of this handsome young man just now were one thousandth of a thousandth of an error, and the sooner they could not achieve the effect, and the consequences of the delay would be unimaginable, what was the solution, and they should have done a lot of things, but they were willing to be bored to the point of boredom for petty profits or even sacrificed their lives for them?

She guessed that this handsome young man was either a relative of this woman, or some other relationship, and this woman used her social connections for the sake of this mere 600 yuan, didn't she know that there was a danger of her surname? It's all muddle!

A fresh breeze blew away. At this moment, the lighting on the field was darkened due to the tripping of the circuit, and immediately the trumpets and shouts sounded.

Suddenly, the light returned, and I saw that the proprietress and the three black-skinned men were competing for a spatula hairstyle and a glass of wine, and Duo Lao was waving his hand, and a farce seemed to be over.

Soon, the song ended, leaving behind the original stalls and normal business, as well as the stories that once happened here.

Most of the righteous and courageous Duolao returned to the dormitory, as if he had completed a task that he should have done, and the "no" in his heart was washed away with a better "no", and he joined the ranks of his roommates to compose a snoring music.

Jiang Yinxian benefited from her father's fact that he was a professor at this university, and she skipped one level in elementary school, and at the age of seventeen, she was admitted to this school as her father wished.

Today was the first time she had entered the classroom door, and the first thing she saw was a man who had made her think she had gone to the wrong door: sitting in the corner opposite the classroom was the handsome young man with a spatula haircut who had been fighting in the night stall when she had returned from her aunt's house the previous night.

Why didn't he go to a martial arts school to be a professor, but he came here? How did he get in today, she almost screamed in shock.

The spatula hairstyle of Dorao is a cultural heritage left down by an unknown dynasty in the countryside, and it is easy for people in the city to mistakenly think that he has just been released from prison.

But this kind of hairstyle at such an age also has its advantages, that is, few people deceive your head, people will let you score three points, you can cut the queue at will when you are in a long line, and the conductor will not ask you to give up your seat to the elderly when taking the public bus, and the RMB in your pocket is absolutely no one gently clipped away with two fingers.

The clothes on his body were quite suitable for the occasion last night, making people think that he was a monk from Shaolin Temple, but the monk's clothes were slightly changed, and with the help of the hairstyle and the cloth shoes on his feet, it would not make people have a second guess. So the three thugs looked at him so much and finally surrendered to him, which may also be one of the reasons.

However, what cannot be covered or changed is his upright posture and bright face, even if he puts a beard on him and a few handfuls of straw tied to his body, his inner potential and natural arrogance and habits cannot be concealed.

Jiang Yinxian couldn't help but believe her eyes, that's right, these are the characteristics, accurate!

Jiang Yinxian thought that if this person was a student here, the things in the world would be really incredible, what he wanted here was a civil servant instead of a military general, if he was a proud son of heaven who was both civil and military, then his relative would not have helped last night, what was the point? How much is it worth? The scene is thrilling and dangerous, "the danger is high"!

She found her seat and sat down, afraid to look at that corner rather than to look at it.

At the end of the day, Jiang Yinxian went home for dinner, like a butterfly flying lightly on the cement road in the forest, she stood in the autumn wind, fluttered her clothes, and walked in the shade of the trees. At this time, her mood was still relatively relaxed, and she was glad that the first day of school passed safely, and it was a very peaceful day.

This is her first day of college, and she is more cautious than a child on the first day of the new year, not to do bad things on this day, and even to pay attention to accidentally saying unlucky things. She was surprised and thankful that the tumor sitting on the corner had not grown.

She hadn't looked at the corner all day, for she was afraid that he would recognize her and cause a catastrophe.

Although she didn't look at the corner head-on, because she was worried, her peripheral vision would sometimes gather information there, but only when it was touched. She thought that as soon as he showed the slightest sign of something unusual, she would contact the school immediately and report the incident of last night to the school.

She still can't say that she doesn't suspect that he may not be a student of this famous institution, it is possible that he went to the wrong door and the academy has not yet come to investigate.

Her chest still hurt a little, but she thought it was yesterday and had nothing to do with today. She prayed for a peaceful day, and that everything was going through the day.

The day finally passed peacefully.

And this school is the same for Li Duolao, just like he entered the primary school, before going to school, he didn't see the school gate, thinking that it was wider than his own gate, and when he saw Yeping, he felt that it was the best place to dry the grain. Before entering this school, he had never seen the gate of the university.

Today is the first day, it turns out that the university is such a study method, it seems that the school only gives you a seat, and you can do whatever you want, every classroom can be your classroom, or it may not be your classroom, or even none of your classrooms!

During the lesson, Tolao's eyes and ears are used alternately, and when he listens to the teacher's lectures, he closes his eyes and listens to what the teacher says, and he keeps his eyes half-closed so that the teacher does not think that he is sleeping. However, the teacher does not care if you are half-closed or fully closed, no more than the teachers in elementary and middle schools will knock on the blackboard and say that so-and-so student stands up.

But he was new to college, and besides, there were so many masters here, he thought that he might not "eat" the average, and he was already too big, and it would be disqualified to ask the teacher to knock on the blackboard or even stand up. I don't know if the teacher here is because they used to go to college and loved to sleep or because they are very knowledgeable and have low eyesight, and he is sitting in the corner because their eyesight is out of reach, you can sleep if you want.

Once he opened his eyes or all of them, his old problems were made again, and he looked at these thick and large new books all the way forward, and felt that it was more worry-free and labor-saving than in middle school, like a veteran ploughing the field in the corner of the mountain chong is quite good, and when he arrives at a flat place, he takes the open frame type and cultivates more easily.

The war of the previous night was but a "welcome when you come" episode in his life, and it seemed thrilling to the people, and he said that everything was in his control, and if they were killed by a knife, what would happen to the willow branches far to the south.

If someone said that he had touched a girl on the table he had raised, he might remember that it was him, but now that girl would not recognize that the table had touched her, even if he had stood in front of him for a long time.

If you say it, he'll also say you're. He is far behind in the subject of looking at girls.

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