Donspie, a representative of the classical school, appeared. Donspie's head wears a red briefs, and he still wears the same thing on his head. A university scholar is a university scholar, with thousands of books in his belly, walking like the wind, fluttering pants, and flowers at home.

Don Sbia couldn't stand it anymore, and the two girls on the podium hadn't continued the farce, still struggling with the little thing between Superman, Batman, and Hulk.

"Quiet and quiet!"

Don Spiegar said loudly. Slap, slap, slap, he slapped the statue of the Hulk. The two girls who were fighting together stared at the comer. "Oh, it's Mr. Donspie!", "It's the university scholar Donsbia." ”

Donsbia was pleased with the performance of both sides. Temperament convince, temperament convincing. The university scholar thought that his heavy temperament had suppressed the two young girls.

"Little girls, I'll tell you who Superman likes!"

Don Sbia stroked his beard and smiled.

"Hey, does Mr. Donsbia know who Superman likes?"

"Really, really, do you really know?"

The two little girls stared at Donspie.

Donspie's gaze became deep and full of wisdom. The cultural precipitation and temperament accumulation of middle-aged men make university scholars look shrouded in a layer of holy brilliance.

"Oh oh, it's so glaring!

"University scholars radiate the splendor of wisdom!"

The two girls exclaimed.

Donspie's right hand pressed against the pectoralis major of the Hulk statue. He said loudly: "Girls, let me tell you, Hulk, Batman, whose big-breasted Superman likes whom!

Cute big!

Cute big!

Cute big!

Say the important thing three times!

The two girls on the podium wanted to vomit blood and almost died.

What is the reason for the special conversion? Donspie, what is in your old head? If it weren't for the estimation of Donspie's identity and age, I believe that the two girls would have rushed up to compare with him. Who does Superman like, how can it be because of your cute.

"Ridiculous!"

One shouted angrily.

Qinggu rose up and was domineering. The breeze swayed slightly, swirling his robe. Kiyoya also wears red briefs on his head, and he repeats important things.

The aunts, aunts, royal sisters, Lori, young men, Zhengtai,, uncles, uncles, and others who gathered together on the third avenue all looked up at Qinggu.

The scholar Tang Shibia let out an "huh?" and glanced at Qinggu in displeasure. "Ha, Qingya!"

Qinggu rises in the air, stepping on the breeze. Floated in front of Donsbia.

Tang Shibia said: "A gentleman doesn't use his mouth. ”

Qinggu secretly said that I will only chirp, too lazy to talk nonsense with you. "Scholar!" Kiyoya breathed a sigh of relief, and the mouth of the was loud. "Superman loves the Flash! Fast, faster, no faster! Superman enjoys a stormy battle and an indescribable sense of speed. How can you misjudge Superman's orientation because of your big breasts and small breasts. On behalf of the Flash, I question your judgment. ”

"Oh, oh, there's a new dialectic. ”

"Is it The Flash?"

"Could it be that Superman is rare for the Flash?"

The scene was chaotic again.

With a snort, King Arthur drew his rapier. "My sword is lonely!"

Shangguan Xiaohong hurriedly pressed the hand of the poor milk king. "What do you want to do, Arthur. ”

"I went and split the two men on the podium. King Arthur said.

"Can't split!" Shangguan Xiaohong pointed right.

At this moment, the deputy leader of the Poor Milk Alliance appeared with the army of poor milk. The strong men who killed Matt shouted in unison: "Poor milk is justice!" and "Poor milk is king." "My generation swears to defend the way of poor milk. ”

Third Avenue critics, bookstore writers, and readers all looked to the army of poor milk.

The "Brother has a big bird" in the Spicy Mo Shuang Bookstore exclaimed: "it, isn't that the man who killed Matt in the Yuguo School Park, how did they come to the Third Avenue." ”

The "shy little tadpole" of the Crown Bookstore also glanced at the girl who took the lead, "Well, Tang bean sprouts, what is she doing here? Anyway, what is the strange shape of the flag they are holding? Poor milk? What is that?"

The college students Tang Shibia and Kiyoya in the debate also stopped. Don Sbia looked over to his niece. "It's sprouts again! There's her everywhere, is she making trouble again? Tang Shibia took a closer look, "Why did my nephew Doubi wear women's clothes!" Tang Doubi mixed in the poor milk alliance and rushed to the right protector. The left protector Xiong Niang, the right protector Tang Doubi. The left and right protectors hold flags in the shape of a great aunt's scarf.

Shangguan Xiaohong took the hand of Arthur Pandoragon, the poor milk king, and walked towards his alliance.

In the meantime, the deputy door master smiled at the alliance leader and the poor milk king. "Yo, our alliance leader and mascot, the Poor Milk King. ”

"Bean sprouts, you're here. ”

"What is a mascot and can it be eaten?"

"Don't worry about the little things. Alliance leader, what are we going to do next!"

"It's the Alliance Leader. ”

"The Alliance Leader is here. ”

"The alliance leader's chest is still so flat today, a model for my generation!"

“――”

Hearing this, Shangguan Xiaohong was silent, Hey, don't mention my breasts.

As soon as Tang Shibia, a college student on the podium, saw those non-mainstream big men, Shangguan Xiaohong and Tang Dou Sprouts, he knew that something bad was wrong. Tang Dou Sprouts and Shangguan Xiaohong made a big fuss at the Royal Theater, so that he really couldn't get off the stage, did they come to sabotage it again today. What do the two little girls want to do!Don Shibia was extremely depressed. The red briefs on his head seemed to be even redder, corresponding to the banner of the Poor Milk Alliance.

The shocking killing of Matt Han, the sudden emergence of the poor milk alliance. But that's not all, it didn't take long for the army of big under the leadership of Li Xiaoxian, Qinghua Porcelain, Donia, and Manini to come.

Qinghua porcelain walked in front with a sign. "Why, why am I wearing such a short dress?"

"Qinghua porcelain, only the person with the biggest chest and the best temperament among us can hold up the brand of our generation. ”

"I'll wear it!"

So Qinghua porcelain did just that.

As soon as Qinghua Porcelain and his party appeared, the people of Third Avenue boiled again. Big are very eye-catching.

"Brothers, go!"

"Brother, slow down!"

Shangguan Jin, Mani Cao, Qing Shou, Kong Jia, Kong Yi, Kong Bing, Kong Ding, Li Bei, Li Dong, Li Xi, Li Nan and other sons also came to the Third Avenue.

The Black Prince Gil Pandolagon said to the pseudo-maiden beside him, "There's a good show to watch!"

The pseudo-maid said, "Lord Jill, which side do you want to join?" ”

The black prince said: "Naturally, it's the's side." ”

Pseudo-maid: "-"

I didn't ask.

The Third Avenue, which was already very lively, was even more lively because of the poor milk alliance led by Shangguan Xiaohong, Tang Dou Sprouts, King Arthur, and the army of big led by Qinghua porcelain, Li Xiaoxian and others, as well as Shangguan Jin and other sons.

The onlookers quickly occupied the favorable terrain. The spirit of the writers of the major bookstores immediately came up. "How can such a good on-site material be ignored!"

Shangguan Xiaohong, surrounded by everyone, looked at Tang Shibia, a university scholar on the podium. "Teacher Tang Shibia, we want to prove to you today that poor milk is king! Shengjing's bad atmosphere should be abandoned!"

Tang Bean Sprouts said: "Uncle Huang, my bean sprouts are back!"