The people downstairs and upstairs waited for a long time, but they didn't see Zhang Lao speak again.

Zhang Lao's face was extremely ugly, maybe her sharp words played a role, and Zhang Lao no longer pretended to give Yang Jing face.

got up and walked out of the cubicle, opened his mouth and said downstairs: "Please be a witness today, Zhang is fortunate to make a bet with this Miss Yang, if she can make a poem that Zhang praises in the hour of a stick of incense, Zhang voluntarily apologizes to her." And take back all the words that I had seen her before. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the building.

"Wait." She interrupted Zhang Lao in a dumb voice. "This bet is too light, it's not interesting, let's change it for me."

Zhang Laobai frowned, and intuitively felt that the person in front of him was extremely difficult, but still out of confidence in his talent, he asked, "Then what bet do you want to exchange?" ”

Yang Jing walked a few steps in place and slowly paced to Jiang Qiubai's side.

"Just him, I heard that Jiang Qiubai is your student, so I will use him as a bet on my bet with you." She said lightly.

But everyone present gasped and looked at Jiang Qiubai.

Shiro has a good temper on weekdays, but he is generous and tolerant, and now Yang Jing is bullying him like this, and he treats him as a gambling contract, even a saint is going to have a seizure.

Chen Qi accused: "Yang Jing, you don't want to make an inch!" ”

"Didn't you invite me here? How do you tell me to get an inch? Otherwise, if you don't gamble, I'll leave now? "Anyway, she's really going to leave.

A magnetic male voice rang out.

"Yes, what do you want to bet on?" Jiang Qiubai said.

"Bet you can't take the initiative to divorce me." She had a small smile on her lips.

Everyone was stunned and persuaded one after another: "Shiro, you can't gamble, you can't gamble!" ”

"She's hurting you, Shiro!"

Zhang Lao didn't dare to speak, he came today to listen to the orders of an adult in Kyoto, and tried to curry favor with Jiang Shilang, but he couldn't pile him into the fire pit.

"Okay." In the chaotic dissuasion, Jiang Qiubai responded with a light smile, and his thin pale pink lips gently opened and closed.

A female voice suddenly inserted next to him, "Shiro, don't do it!" This slut is deliberately playing a trick on you! ”

Liu Qianqian pushed open the door of the cubicle and stood side by side with Zhao Yuyan outside the door.

It turned out that they couldn't wait for Zhang Lao to speak, so they were so bold that they ran over to eavesdrop.

Jiang Qiubai pinched the teacup with two fingers and took a sip.

said: "Bet, Zhang Lao." ”

Zhang Lao's lips moved up and down twice, and Yang Jing looked at him with a pair of Danfeng eyes, "What, Zhang Lao doesn't want to regret it, right?" ”

Zhang Lao couldn't advance or retreat.

Liu Qianqian bit her lip and looked at Jiang Qiubai with a confused look, his every move was so attractive.

Feeling the two warm stares outside, Jiang Qiubai frowned.

"Shiro." Liu Qianqian called unwillingly.

Zhao Yuyan held her hand tightly, and the two of them were as nervous as aquatic plants in the water, as if as long as Jiang Qiubai showed an impatient look, they would instantly crush the two.

Jiang Qiubai looked out of the door expressionlessly, "You guys?" ”

"I ......" Liu Qianqian's words were interrupted by Zhao Yuyan's voice: "My name is Zhao Yuyan, Shiro can call me anything." Zhao Yuyan's face suddenly turned red, and she was so shy that she didn't know what to do.

Yang Jing stood aside and looked at the second daughter's expression in her eyes.

For some reason, she now had an intuition in her heart that Jiang Qiubai was not as gentlemanly as she seemed on the surface.

Sure enough, the next sentence of Jiang Qiubai's words made people fall through the glasses.

"Sorry, the seats inside are full."

"Flutter." Yang Jing laughed unexpectedly, looking at Liu Qianqian and Zhao Yuyan's stunned expressions, she really couldn't stand it.

"Don't you hear what he meant?"

"He's driving you away."

"What is there to love about such a cold-blooded man?" Yang Jing said.

Liu Qianqian glared at her angrily, and pulled Zhao Yuyan Rourou to her body, "Qianqian retreated, so I won't disturb Shiro's Yaxing." ”

"What Yaxing does he have, but he is here to see people......" She was quick for a while, and before she could finish speaking, Chen Qi slapped the table and shouted: "Yang Jing! ”

Jiang Qiubai's half-warm gaze also looked over.

She shrugged, "It's useless for you to call me, I'll say what I need to say." Then he looked at Zhang Lao, "If you still bet or not, if you don't bet, the little girl will also retire." ”

Zhang Lao gritted his teeth, if he didn't gamble, he was afraid that today's incident would spread out, and the number of students in the private school next year would definitely be greatly reduced, but if he gambled, he would ...... Hey, no, why did he keep worrying about losing?

Could it be because this little female ignorant person is fearless? Too arrogant?

"Good! I'll bet with you. ”

Yang Jing still has something to go back to ask that Si Nongqing, she doesn't have time to grind with them here, so she goes straight to the point, "Zhang Lao, let's make the question, if I can't do it in half a pillar of incense, then I will lose." ”

"Humph! Megalomaniacal child! Zhang Lao turned his head and looked around the restaurant, and suddenly his eyes swept over the **** portrait on the strokes on the second floor.

Zhang Lao showed a sly smile, "Let's make a poem with Guanyin as the theme." ”

As soon as this question came out, the upstairs and downstairs seemed to be under a strict order, and it was extremely silent, so quiet that it seemed that only the breathing of hundreds of people could be heard.

"Isn't this question a little too difficult?"

"The question is indeed a little more difficult, but who is Mr. Zhang? This woman dared to do this and provoke him, and she deserved this evil result! ”

When Yang Jing heard the question, she immediately looked at the strokes on the wall.

The sacred Guanyin Master has a compassionate face and sits firmly on a red lotus, holding a water purification bottle in his hand.

Seeing that Yang Jing was rarely quiet, Zhang Lao immediately called someone to come, "Come on, send a stick of incense." ”

Yang Jing turned around, "No." ”

"What? Could it be that you have already figured out what to do? Zhang Lao's voice is not small, so that inside and outside the building, people up and down who are quietly listening to the excitement can all hear it.

All around was laughter.

Yang Jing ignored it, and walked upstairs with a light smile, "Little second brother, please get me a piece of paper, pen and ink." ”

"Come right away, officer!"

Yang Jing stood outside the cubicle and waited, the cold color on her face made her palm-sized little face look a kind of cold beauty.

is not like a young lady raised in the deep boudoir, and it is not like a rude and willful girl, but there is a trace of Jianghu temperament.

Jiang Qiubai sat in a very particular position, he leaned his head back slightly, and he could clearly see all the expressions on her face standing outside the door.

He watched her quietly in the cubicle, trying to see something.

Almost all the people at the next table spontaneously stood up and craned their necks to look at the excitement.

Liu Zisheng also stood up unconsciously, and chanted two sentences in his mouth, "Guanyin...... Wonder Boy ......"

Liu Qianqian clenched her palms tightly, "Look, she must be pretending to delay time, could it be that this little two didn't send the pen and ink for a moment, and she kept waiting?" ”

After speaking, Yang Jing looked over here as if she had heard it.

Liu Zisheng glanced at her from afar, and the whole person was stunned.

This is not Yang Jing.

This natural confidence and composure is definitely not the expression that my straw bag cousin can have!

But who is she not Yang Jing?

No, when he goes home, he must go to the side hospital to ask in person!

Liu Zisheng thought silently in his heart.

"Here comes the pen and ink!" With the sound of Xiao Er's footsteps "dong dong", all the eyes of everyone converged on Yang Jing's body.

Some people waited to see the joke, and some people looked forward to what she might really be able to say.

She calmly took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, walked into the compartment, reached out and swept the teacup on the table in front of Jiang Qiubai, and then wiped the water on the table with her sleeve.

Pick up the pen and start writing.