"Come on, come on, don't run, I'll teach you arithmetic, and you'll not be an ordinary dog after learning this. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Qiu Ming grabbed the prop that wanted to escape. The ninety-nine multiplication table can be a bit difficult, but the addition is always fine, right? He felt that with the cleverness of the props, he would definitely be able to learn.

The props blink their eyes and sell cuteness, I'm not generally good now, right?

"Learn to count with me first, this is one, this is two, this is three...... Hurry up, don't be lazy. ”

Gu Banyue said to her husband in the living room: "Xiao Ming is not a little nervous in cultivation, and he actually has to teach a dog to count." ”

Qiu Chongshan glanced upstairs: "I used to think that the props were a little annoying, but now I feel that the props are a little pitiful, or let's let the props stay here and live." ”

Qiu Ming didn't know that his parents already thought he was abnormal, and he was still very happy to teach props. No, it's only been a while, and the props can already be counted from one to ten.

The mobile phone rang, Qiu Ming grabbed it and looked at it, an unfamiliar number, but it was not marked as a sales promotion or deception.

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

"Is it Mr. Qiu Ming?"

"It's me, you're it?"

"Hello, I'm from the City Art Troupe. The teacher at your school recommended your magic show to me, so that I can come for an interview tomorrow? ”

"It's inconvenient."

After Qiu Ming finished saying this, the other side was stunned for three seconds. He's never heard such a chat, even if he wants to refuse, isn't it usually a polite refusal, how can it be so direct?

"Mr. Qiu, you may not understand what I am talking about. I am from the Municipal Art Troupe, and I am about to select the program of our provincial National Day Gala, if you perform well, we have the right to recommend. If you make a name for yourself in the province, then you can be recommended to go to the Spring Festival Gala. Think about it, when you go to the Spring Festival Gala, you will become a big star, just like Liu Qian. ”

"I said, I'm not interested, okay, don't bother me anymore." Qiu Ming hung up the phone.

This person is really funny, not to mention that Qiu Ming himself doesn't plan to be a magician, even if he wants to be, he doesn't need the recommendation of the City Art Troupe.

And what the person said just now, you can recommend participating in the provincial party, and then said the Spring Festival Gala, that tone, as if the Spring Festival Gala is something that the people of the city's art troupe can decide.

Not to mention that it's just an ice city, even if it's a city art troupe in the capital, it doesn't have this ability. The ability to draw flatbread is not small, do you really think he is just a student who has just left school?

Wang Yong watched the phone being hung up, very depressed. Is it so difficult for a recent college graduate? Could it be that there is a better place to go?

But his old classmates told him that this student was a magic genius, and on an unmodified stage, he performed the magic trick of conjuring a live dog and turning a table into a table, and he also knew close-up magic.

Hearing this, he immediately became interested and wanted to let the other party try it at the City Art Troupe. If he really has the ability, he can also guarantee that the city TV station will open a program, and of course he can also take some credit.

But unexpectedly, the other party refused very simply as soon as he came up, and he came up with a way to fool others, but the other party didn't take the bait at all.

He called his old classmate and asked him to help, but the old classmate told him that when the classmate left school, he drove his own car, although it was only 200,000 yuan, but after graduation, the family could buy a car, and the family conditions were definitely not bad.

And it's okay to call him, it's not appropriate to be a lobbyist again. It's just that this old classmate didn't tell Wang Yong, but he didn't tell one person the news.

Qiu Ming was about to continue teaching prop subtraction when the phone rang again, this time it was an unfamiliar number.

"May I ask Mr. Qiu Ming, I am from the Provincial Magic Association, I want to invite you to join the association, so that I can come over tomorrow to fill out a form?"

"It's inconvenient, and I'm not interested, goodbye."

"Is it Qiu Ming? I am from a provincial art school, are you interested in interviewing for a magic teacher? ”

"I'm not interested, goodbye."

"Is it Mr. Qiu, I'm from the provincial TV station, we watched the magic video you performed at the school graduation party, and now we invite you to ......"

The phone calls came one after another, Qiu Ming knew that someone must have revealed his number, and all of this originated from the magic he performed at the graduation party, the school took a video and uploaded it to the campus Internet, why did so many people notice?

Qiu Ming searched the Internet, but he didn't expect him to be a little hot now. Many people say that he is very good at magic and that he can become a master magician in the future.

There are also some people who say that there is nothing new about this magic, it must be all the mechanical props used, the soundtrack is not good, the lighting is not good-looking, and the following person actually found such an ugly man.

God knows, the ugly man in the mouth of netizens is the vice principal of Qiu Ming School, and he is also very respected in Qiu Ming School.

Fortunately, the school's photography equipment is average, and the shooting is not particularly clear, and some people think that the magic has been cut. Qiu Ming didn't care about these, he just left a little imprint on his university.

It is estimated that this heat will subside soon. Qiu Ming simply turned off the phone, and when he turned back, he found that the prop had fallen asleep on a mat.

It seems that mathematics can be hypnotic for both humans and dogs.

……

Liang Zi looked at his phone, what's the matter, why can't Qiu Ming's mobile phone get through and turn it off?

He wanted to ask if the pill Qiu Ming gave him was any better, he had been going to the hospital to take care of that girl in the past two days, and he had already inquired clearly, that girl was now a junior high school teacher, and her profession was also what he liked!

He was already planning to chase this girl, but he didn't want his girlfriend and future wife to have two scars on his legs, so it would be inconvenient to wear a skirt.

Liang Zi thought about it, Qiu Ming wouldn't joke about this kind of thing, if this was really as amazing as Qiu Ming said, it would be great. He tasted a little of it himself, and nothing happened.

Even ruthlessly, he cut a small hole on his hand and applied it with this scraped powder, and the healing was indeed much faster than he imagined.

When he was changing the girl's dressing, he put this on the cotton wool, and the rest was rolled into small pills for the girl to eat.

He even thought that if the scar on the girl's leg got worse, then better, he could take care of it!

Qiu Ming turned off the mobile phone for two days and then turned it on, and sure enough, there were no harassing calls, and after looking at the text messages, there were many call reminders after the phone was turned off.

All of them were unfamiliar numbers, and Qiu Ming ignored them, this was just a small episode in life.

After resting for a few days, Qiu Ming went home with the props, and the new sand ordered from the old house was delivered, and Qiu Ming had to go back to receive it.

Then, of course, he plans to enter the new world of cartoons. I don't know what this world will be and what surprises it can bring him.