The third more, ask for today's most recommended votes, in addition, thank you for the full praise of Yanbo Gu Linchuan! -------------------------------------------------- this painting competition, Su Lele did her best and did her best, she didn't ask others to give her any praise or praise, but at least she couldn't turn a blind eye to her efforts, or even trample on it.

But Wang Tian's perspective is different from Su Lele's, and he can't think for Su Lele.

"You can shout as you like, call as you want, or even scold as you like, but I still say that, I may not be able to participate tomorrow, don't wait for me, see you again!"

Wang Tian hung up the phone, and when Su Lele continued to call, Wang Tian also directly pressed mute.

The province was noisy by her!

Su Lele erupted in the dormitory, she was so angry that she directly called her little hand to the table, and yelled, "Wang Tian, I, Su Lele, will definitely not let you go, you wait, I will make you pay for today's choice." ”

Su Lele's roar was heard by Zuo Xiaoyu, Nana and Man Man in the dormitory. But the three were also shocked and did not dare to ask what happened.

However, listening to the sound on the ground, Zuo Xiaoyu and the others wondered if it was Su Lele who confessed to Wang Tian and was rejected by the other party. Otherwise, how could Su Lele say that he wanted Wang Tian to pay the price for today's choice, how could this episode be like a bloody confession being rejected.

But then, several people also felt that it was wrong. Didn't Wang Tian like Su Lele, if Su Lele also confessed, both of them would be happy, then it was time to go to the small forest of the school to do something, what the hell is going on.

Eleven o'clock.

The night was deep.

After Su Lele calmed down, she didn't sleep, she turned on the computer and continued to plan the next drawing competition.

What, the next drawing contest, what do you mean?

Yes, everyone doesn't know what to do, Su Lele's proposal to join professional art contestants in the finals was vetoed by the school leaders above. The school leaders felt that since the city attached so much importance to this art competition. Then we must ensure that the school provides the best painting talents, and we must expand this competition, and we can't be hasty.

This non-art competition can continue to determine the top two places, and then the next wave of drawing competitions will start immediately after the end of this competition.

This competition is to increase the publicity, there is no restriction, as long as it is a student of the school, regardless of the department, can participate.

Moreover, this time, there are also freshmen joining, and the school feels that there must be talents here.

Of course, the top two players in the painting competition in which the non-art students participated in the front can directly enter the finals of the next competition, and compete again in the finals with the contestants in the next competition.

Su Lele originally thought that one of Wang Tian and Fang Chenggong would be promoted to the finals, and then hoped that one would stand in the top two. Then, one person can directly advance to the final of the next competition as the champion and runner-up. But now, it seems, everything is unknown.

……

At half past eleven, in the antique street, the vendors all closed their stalls and went home.

On the streets, there are no more pedestrians and tourists coming to buy things.

The iron frame was clanging, and the noise from the vendors on the opposite side was stabbing and stabbing, and someone was setting the car on fire not far ahead, and he wanted to go home immediately.

Wang Tian looked at the table below, it was half past eleven, and Brother Du hadn't come yet.

took out his mobile phone, thinking about asking what the situation was, but holding the mobile phone in his hand, Wang Tiancai knew that something bad was wrong.

That Su Lele called himself, it was very noisy, so he pressed mute, this time, there were more than a dozen missed calls on the mobile phone, all of them were from Brother Du Wanbian.

Depend on!

Really TM unlucky.

Wang Tian slapped his thigh hard, and he didn't have time to hate that Su Lele, so he hurriedly went back to his mobile phone.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is off!"

Shutdown?

Nima!

No kidding!

I dialed it again, and it was still turned off.

At this thought, Wang Tian felt that he was going to carry it, and his head buzzed, and all thoughts were lost.

Bonsai looks at this shelf, and it can't be sold tonight.

…

Du Wanbian in the taxi was also very angry, and when he came, he made more than a dozen calls to Wang Tian, but he didn't answer. Second, my wife also urged me a lot, and I suspected that I had gone outside to see my little lover, and I wanted to come back immediately. Three, at this time, the phone is out of power, and it will automatically shut down, and Du Wanbian is embarrassed and doesn't know what to do.

There was no way, Wang Tian didn't answer the phone, maybe he changed his mind again, Du Wanbian had to turn back and go back to his own home.

At eleven fifty, in this antique street, Wang Tian was alone.

The wind is getting more and more biting, like a plate of black ink in the sky, if it weren't for the slightest glimmer of the moon, I'm afraid I could not see my fingers.

Loneliness, loss, helplessness, and emotions are intertwined, so that Wang Tian at this moment grabbed his head, and tears almost slipped out of the corners of his eyes.

There's really no way, there's really no way at all.

Do you really not have the ability to keep this old mansion, and you must sell the old mansion? The ability is a fart, like those "halo protagonists" in the novel who have the ability to bunker heaven, but themselves, why are they so sad when they have the ability? This life is a pitiful little thing!

The call will come in on time.

Don't think about it, it's Wang Sanzhu.

Look at the time, at 11:51, this must be Wang Sanzhu asking himself, why hasn't the money come over yet, can he answer the phone? Tell him that the money hasn't been collected?

No!

Wang Tian chose to turn a blind eye.

…

Stone City. In a building in the county,

Wang Sanzhu scolded on the bed, "MD, what does this stinky boy mean by not answering the phone, it must be that he has no money." ”

Wang Sanzhu's daughter-in-law will also be scolded. "If you don't answer the phone, you haven't raised any money, think about it, what kind of money can he have as a poor student, let alone 50,000, I'm afraid he won't be able to take out 5,000, you shouldn't believe him at that time, according to me, now you call Boss Zheng and ask him to come over tomorrow, let's sell the old house to Boss Zheng for a hundred."

"Ahem, Boss Zheng, I specified that I want to contact you, but it's so late today. What about this stinky boy, if he doesn't answer the phone, I'll send him a text message to remind him. Anyway, it's almost twelve o'clock, and if he can't receive his money at twelve o'clock, then he won't blame my uncle for being unsympathetic and selling the old house. ”

"Yes." Wang Sanzhu's daughter-in-law nodded like garlic and got into the arms of her capable husband, while Wang Sanzhu made up a text message and sent it out.

Wang Tian heard the mobile phone ringing, and when he saw Wang Sanzhu's message, the whole person was about to be blindfolded all of a sudden. Wang Sanzhu said that if you don't call the money before twelve o'clock, then I will call Zheng Zehu early tomorrow morning and ask him to come and collect the house.

Although Wang Tian didn't want to do this, at this moment, he felt very helpless.

"Forty thousand dollars, who has forty thousand dollars? Lao Tzu needs 40,000 yuan! ”

Wang Tian clenched his fists and swung it into the air, he screamed and struggled, and the piercing ringing of the phone pulled him back to reality again.

The call came.

Eleven fifty-four o'clock.

Is it Wang Sanzhu?

!

Wang Tian grabbed his phone.

"I don't have any money, what do you want?"

"Xiao Wang, it's me, why are you so angry?"

Hey, Wang Tian took a look: How is it... Is it Dong Lao?