Xue Pu knocked seven or eight foreigners away in an instant, and Zhou Yunfeng also lay down two of them and beat them on his body.

Everyone applauded, and the Japanese people shouted: "Dead dog!" Dead Dog One! ”

The old driver of Nanbang learned Japanese and said: "Dead dog a Smecta!" "They all cheered.

Only a few Chinese girls said: "Eh, the little foreign brother has been beaten, don't lose!" ”

Xue Pu looked back and saw that it was Su Yao and Shen Yu, two rich bitches in the family, who also spent money to come out to play.

When he was proud, the little fox covered his face and ran back to the room.

Xue Pu hurriedly followed.

I found her taking a good shower in the bathroom and still vomiting.

"Damn... White-skinned pig, the smell of Nigo's body! ”

Xue Pu pushed open the door and saw the depressed little fox rubbing his body.

The bathroom is not closed, the girl has a graceful back, cute buttocks, thin but full, soft and cute, and she has never been pregnant.

Xue Pu asked curiously: "Didn't you say that you have received foreign guests!" Abortion is also because black people don't do it!? ”

"Bastard! You believe it if you lie to you! The little fox rushed out of the bathroom, slapped him in the air, looked at Xue Pu's heart warmed, and lowered his head in shame.

There are still tears on my face that have not been wiped away...

"Crying for what? Do you want to watch me play? Xue Pu put on her headband cover and jersey, and took her hand to the court.

"Huh?" The little fox's face turned red instantly.

Beautiful legs are light, and Xue Pu trotted all the way.

The little fox's slender white legs were exposed, and there were many hundreds of goddess-level beauties outside the stadium watching, but the little fox killed all the beauties present in seconds with only a pair of long legs.

The competition begins with a knockout system and the winner will receive a shell headdress.

Xue Pu and Zhou Yunfeng's team was not optimistic at first, but the two of them casually called a passer-by, and they reached the final and won the game.

After all, one is a former professional player who plays like Jordan, and the other is a tall man who is born with divine power and wears shoes of 1.85 meters.

Taking the little fox's water, Xue Pu put the prize headdress on her head, and the shells rattled.

"Can I have dinner with the girl?" Xue Pu Shinshi's invitation.

"Poof, but it's disrespectful~" The little fox gently put his hand on Xue Pu's palm.

Since it was a dinner party, Xue Pu changed into a formal robe in Hanfu, wearing a Confucian scarf and looking like a literati.

And the little fox actually has a long jacket with an orange-colored vertical collar in Hanfu, a plain white pleated skirt, and three locks of combed hair, looking like a daughter of the Han family.

The two of them were in the sunset, blowing the evening breeze, drinking the Shaoxing rice wine specially provided on the ship, gambling on the wine order, which was very comfortable.

Who knew that the good times would not last long, and the little fox actually left the table angrily on the grounds that Xue Pu couldn't afford to pay for the wine.

Xue Pu looked confused, is the boat self-helping?

Chen Haopeng and Zhou Yunfeng watched while eating dog food.

"Really this kid, heavy color and light friend! I know about pickled girls all day long. Zhou Yunfeng scolded.

"No, I'm pulling my hips, the other party's level is too high... You see the little foxes are gone."

Suddenly, I don't know who bumped into Chen Haopeng, Chen Haopeng was immediately stunned: "I'll go!" Wang Zebin is invited?! ”

Zhou Yunfeng was stunned: "Who?!" Looking at the past in a blink of an eye, Chen Haopeng's expression was solemn.

"Who's so wicked?"

Chen Haopeng sneered: "This trip is fun~"

Chen Haopeng continued to squat in the pool with the camera, doing some hacker work.

And Zhou Yunfeng accosted a few bikini girls with thin waists and legs to play a game of counting ribs.

As night falls, the sea is full of stars.

Such a starry sky is far away from the city, and there is no obstruction, and the stars and rivers can be seen at a glance.

The ancients sailed to sea by means of stargazing.

The lobby was brightly lit and the first meeting was held.

Thunderous applause.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Zhou Yunfeng applauded happily: "Da Lao Tie, come in and applaud and play!" ”。

Chen Haopeng also said: "Yes, Lao Xue, come in and applaud!" ”

On the deck outside the lobby, Xue Pu, who was dumped by the little fox, was on the railing with his face on the railing, looking at the sea with an unhappy face: "Eh, my little fox~~"

The front of the meeting was a bunch of lengthy nonsense, nothing more than thanking the leaders for their support; Then there is the announcement of the rules of the poetry meeting.

There are many activities on this voyage, and the main purpose is to play.

The voyage lasted seven days.

On the fourth day, we will hold a diving photography activity at the sand sculpture beach of the Spratly Islands in our territorial waters.

After that, the poetry conference began.

Contestants join according to their nationality, and the camp of their respective countries will take out the entries after answering the questions and clearing the customs, and the winners will receive the rated prize of this competition.

Moreover, the contest has set up special awards, and the mermaids will be moved to tears when they hear good poems, and each time the tears can be turned into several shark beads.

Those who can move the merman with poetry will get the merman's shark beads.

After the host finished talking about the rules, Xue Pu looked at the sea, gradually sleepy, and only felt so bored, there was no first in the text, and there was no second in the martial arts.

Poetry writing, it's not very good to express your heart directly, why do you have to compete? The winner is only in line with the judges' wishes, and it is difficult to cut their hearts.

And these judges seem to be rich businessmen and the media, and the few two literati are also money-oriented.

Suddenly, among the many judges, I heard: "Professor and doctoral supervisor of Jingbei University, director of the Institute of Poetry and Literature of Jinling University, Ms. Ye Jialan just woke up and went into the house to see." ”

"Mr. Garan?" Xue Pu walked into the lobby and squeezed through the crowd.

I saw a person on the stage politely supporting an old-fashioned old lady.

The old lady has a graceful and graceful bearing, and she has the air of a grandmaster.

Zhou Yunfeng said with a smile: "Tut-tut, Da Lao Tie, isn't that just an old lady." ”

"No, the word 'sir' is an honorific title for an elder who is learned, and it doesn't matter if it's male or female. Such as the mother of the country, 'Mr. Song Qingling' and 'Mr. Yang Jiang'. Mr. Ye Jialan is now a master in the poetry world, and he is still teaching at the age of 100. Xue Pu said.

Chen Haopeng was also stunned: "100 years old!" Oh my God, this seventy-year-old may not remember her! ”

"Poetry can be romantic, love can also nourish nature, and can also cultivate oneself, why not be younger?" Xue Pu said.

Everyone looked at each other, Xue Pu rarely praised anyone, and now it seems that this "old gentleman" is indeed powerful.

The applause was thunderous, and Xue Pu also joined in the applause.

It's fun, it's fun.

The host was on the stage, and then introduced: "Next, I would like to invite the planner of this event, a young and promising rich poet from the United States, who is three years old!" ”

The girls in the audience coaxed together: "Ah! Dust is three years old! I'm going to give you a baby!! ”

Xue Pu had never heard the name Chen San, he didn't pay much attention to the poems of the past hundred years, and thought that he was a poet who did not change his name.

Chen Haopeng slowly analyzed: "Chen is three years old, an overseas Chinese in the United States, handsome and golden, and made his debut by selling corruption. is very good at packaging himself, has countless brains, and belongs to a half-idol and half-poet character. ”

Xue Pu disdainfully: "Cut, what good poems can a person in the entertainment industry write?" How many Yoo Yongs are there in the world? ”

Chen Haopeng is not a person who understands poetry, and he doesn't read it much, but he said to Xue Pu: "I don't know much about the specific situation, but the outside world evaluates his poems, the writing is profound, the backbone is wonderful, and there is the style of the ancients, and some works have the meaning of Li Taibai!" Mr. Ye Jialan also praised his poems. ”

"Oh? That's a powerful character~" Xue Pu frowned, and saw a little fresh meat on the stage with dyed yellow hair and blue contact lenses, and his skin was white with makeup.

I was greeting these female fans on stage, and I was very proud of it.

The girls were heartbroken: "Dust is three years old! Dust is three years old! I love you like a mouse loves rice!! ”

Zhou Yunfeng also coaxed in the audience: "Da Lao Tie, Chen is three years old, a celebrity celebrity!" ”

Xue Pu, who looked helpless, looked at this little fresh meat, but he didn't have a trace of feeling: "Eh, people can't be good-looking." ”

Less leaning, the audience is at ease.

The host continued to introduce, and as a result, the men present were boiling!

"The next one is the girlfriend of Mr. Chen's three-year-old man, Miss Kazuko Shanyou, an international supermodel from the Japanese country!"

The girls scolded the streets, but the men cheered.

I saw a long-legged beauty walking up on the stage, a long-legged beauty dressed in white, with wavy red hair and beautiful eyes.

It's so beautiful that you want to drive, it's so beautiful that you can't judge it.

The beautiful woman's voice was soft, and she was ashamed to raise her own waves in the sea, and said gently: "Pick your chicken? ”