Hao Song slept in the dark this night, sleeping from the morning of the same day until the early morning of the next day. During this period, I got up twice to go to the toilet and drank milk twice. Pixiu Hao Meng expressed a strong protest against the act of drinking milk directly from his cat's saucer, and finally received a salted fish takeaway that smelled like socks as compensation.

When Hao Song got up at 4 o'clock in the morning that day, he saw his cat owner licking the salted fish that had eaten only the skeleton with a happy face. Think about your own subjective assumptions a day ago, and give the cat this sock-flavored salted fish to disgust it, but it's a pity that you are not a cat, and you know the likes and dislikes of cats?

He shook his head helplessly, took a bath, brushed his teeth, squatted in the pit, and saw that it was not dawn, then turned on the computer and began to watch the teaching video. The University of the Night's Watch is very liberal in its approach to education, and professors often do not have many students present at their classes, but there is bound to be a video recording of the lectures and uploading them onto the campus intranet. So a large part of the students' courses are completed by watching videos on their own.

For Hao Song, who had just been freed from the swamp, it was really nice to be able to stay in the room. He leaned lazily back in his chair and clicked on "Classical Chinese Philosophy 1.0 Mo Edition" while ordering food online to treat himself. The finger selects 1 part in the marquee box after "Tuscan T-bone steak", and suddenly a cat's paw touches the screen, and 1 part becomes 3 parts.

"Bald monkey, don't forget your boss meow!" the cat said casually, glancing at him. Then he used his cat's paw to check a bunch of foods such as salted fish with interest, as well as some seafood.

Hao Song looked at the conspicuous $30,000 bill on the screen, and seemed to see the credits that passed away like water in the future, and said fiercely in his heart: Damn, Lao Tzu will take you to eat fast food in the future!! it is obvious that he has ignored the IQ of the Spirit King Pixiu, since it has learned to order food, will the bankruptcy of cowardice be far away?

Half an hour later, a chef dressed as a slightly swollen black man pushed a fully loaded food cart into Hao Song's room. His swarthy face was full of interest in the amount of food he ate, after all, even a mind cultivator who had completely activated his digestive system would not be able to eat nearly 200kg of various meals at once.

Hao Song listened to the introduction of the black chef's dishes, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at this pile of food. And the cat Hao Meng on the side was already a little impatient and drooling. The cowardly interrupted what the other party said, and introduced the bone marrow from the middle of the calf's leg bone, and politely and undoubtedly invited the other party out of the room.

Hao Song sighed, and when he turned around, he saw a kitten the size of a palm, swallowing a steak two points larger than it like a weeder. I secretly said in my heart, is the stomach of this thing an incinerator? In the future, it will be up to you to dispose of the corpse in the crime! I guess it's your son who can eat that gluttony, right?

In the end, except for a steak, a salted fish fried rice, two pieces of bone marrow, and a packet of coffee, the remaining 90% of the food went into Pixiu's belly. In fact, when Hao Song was only halfway through eating, Pixiu, who looked like a kitten, had finished his work and began to lick his paws lazily.

Eight minutes later, when the black chef was called to collect the empty food truck, his face was filled with disbelief and horror. Hao Song realized that he had eaten too much, and the blood supply to his brain was not enough, which led to inconsiderate thinking, and he forgot to call him later. Fortunately, the staff at Night's Watch University were still very professional, and he finally left without a word, confused.

"Speaking of Boss Hao Meng, you don't always have to eat so much every day, do you?" Hao Song asked worriedly with a small heart.

The kitten just gave him a blank look, and continued to rub his face with his cat's paws: "We felines can last for a few weeks if we have a full meal." For a big meal like once every three days, it's enough to have a snack on weekdays. Hao Song suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for him to understand that the so-called snack was a liter of milk and half a pound of fish

"That's right, don't call me Hao Mengmeow!" when the cat mentions this title, you can almost see the black lines on the cat's face. Then it said with a look of squint, "My name is Jehovah!"

"Hehe, Jesus is your son, right? Believe it or not, Christians know about burning you, dare to be named with God? Just call the wild lotus seedlings, forget it, hey!" Hao Song said and closed the curtain with a weak heart.

"What wild lotus sprouts? Jehovah is just a transliteration! Don't call me Hao Meng Meow anyway!" The spirit king kitten arched its back, and its fluffy short fur exploded.

"Transliteration? What about paraphrasing?"

"The Most Merciful (Allah in Islam) meow!"

"I'll wipe it! Isn't that Allah Allah? Why are you teasing me!? Muslims are going to fly a plane to hit you! Call Hao Meng well, hello!" Hao Song felt like the groove was about to explode.

In the end, Hao Song unswervingly dispelled the idea of Hao Meng, the cat, on the grounds that "Yahweh and the Most Benevolent Lord, these two names are not suitable for the life of an upright monkey". The reason why he is so resolute is that the cowards suddenly realize that it is not the cat that is being bombarded by Christians and Muslims, but the owner of the cat

Of course, in addition to feeling sorry for his wallet and the name of the Egg Pain Spirit King, Hao Song's leisurely study time this morning is actually very freehand. The artistic conception is like the calm and calm in the video, and Mo Yudao explains the gossip of the Taoist fairy wind. After convincing Hao Meng, Hao Song listened to the lecture in a posture of hanging a child, while slowly stirring the cup of cat coffee that had just been brewed in his hand.

It is said that the cat poop coffee at the University of the Night's Watch is produced by Professor Cesar's genetically modified civet cat, and the focus of the modification is naturally the cat's appetite. After the kitten Hao Meng wrinkled his cat face and asked the origin of this thing, he glared at Hao Song with disdain. Then it quickly climbed onto the windowsill before the "aroma" diffused, and left a malicious sentence before jumping out of the window: "Isn't it just a soak of cat feces?"

"You guy who doesn't have chrysanthemums is envious, jealous and hateful, right?!" Hao Song turned his head and complained angrily, "You kind of you give me a soak!"

However, with the mentality of **, the excitement of drinking the so-called world's best tasting coffee is gone. The cowardly looked at this cup of cat coffee and shook his head helplessly. I closed my eyes and took a sip like drinking Chinese medicine, was silent for a long time, and sighed: "His hot Xiang, my good drink, come on, do this cup of Hot Xiang!"

Just as Hao Song was spending the morning leisurely in complaining and studying. On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, Los Angeles on the western side of the Rocky Mountains on the North American continent is in the afternoon.

Crowne Plaza Beverly Hills is rated the best five-star hotel in Los Angeles and is also close to the airport. A lot of high-rollers flocked to the hotel, and business was booming.

The warm sunlight of early spring shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and slanted across the Presidential Suite on the top floor of the hotel. A silver-haired white man in a suit and leather shoes leaned comfortably back on the sofa, holding a glass of "Blue Enchantress" cocktail in one hand and the other hand. He gracefully crossed Erlang's legs, slightly closed his eyes and enjoyed the caress of the sun. Not far from him, two pairs of young men and women sat around a table by the window, putting a few pieces of paper on them and actually rubbing mahjong!

Sitting north and facing south is a black man with his hair all in pigtails, dressed as a street skateboarding boy. He was playing cards and talking nonsense like rap in his mouth, and trash talk in the NBA. Everything from the weather to nose hair, lunch to sexual orientation. The chirp is so distracting that I want to put an old lady's footwrap (long and smelly) in his mouth. It's just that for some reason, his companions are all calm and unresponsive.

On the east side sat a strong white man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. He was tall and full of flesh, and his bright bald head reflected the sunlight like a large light bulb. A large biker leather coat wrapped tightly around him like another layer of leather, and the outline of his muscles was about to come out. At the moment, he is playing mahjong with his big hands with leather gloves, and he looks like you are pinching wool with tongs.

On the west side of the mahjong table is a veil-covered Middle Eastern woman, with only a pair of closed eyes and thin eyebrows curved like the moon. Under the brown shawl stretched out a pair of hands tied with white strips of cloth, a tight-fitting linen blouse on the top, and sweatpants on the bottom looked like the pants of a Persian dancer. With her eyes closed, she seemed to play entirely by the touch of her hands and other people's cards.

At the end, sitting on the south side of the table with her back to the sun was a short-haired girl with classical Chinese beauty. But at the moment, she is wearing a tight-fitting white air force uniform (who knows which country it is copied), and a beret is slanted on her head, looking heroic and playful and cute. With a warm and warm smile on her delicate face, and the sun behind her is like a mythical goddess of dawn!

"Sister Sha Ji~ Did people play the wrong card~ Let me regret it once, okay?" The soft and glutinous tone of pleading matched Chu Chu's pitiful expression, I am afraid that it will be difficult for a person to refuse.

The Middle Eastern girl known as Sha Ji is naturally still a person, and she said helplessly in a hoarse and magnetic voice: "Okay, okay, Xiao Ling'er, don't use this set on me, it always makes me doubt that I am bisexual" Sha Ji, who seems to be dressed conservatively, is so taboo.

"Regret it again? Your Chinese drama face change is not so exaggerated, right? The boss is not small, and he sells less cuteness! How many can you regret in one game" The black buddy on the other side still talked a lot of nonsense, but as soon as he said two words, he was interrupted by a cute grimace from Xiao Ling'er, and he couldn't speak for a while.

"Forget it, Boba! We can't do anything about Xiao Ling'er, hahaha!" The white bald man on the side laughed heartily, put down the earbuds, and slapped Boba's back with a bear paw, looking like a good posture for the two brothers.

"Poof! ahem, don't shoot the bear, I'm going to be filmed by you for the overnight dinner!" Boba said as he pushed the bear's giant palm away, his expression as if he had been trampled on an egg by an African elephant in high heels.

"Woo whoa! Boba, you idiot! Saliva is spraying on my mahjong!" Xiao Ling'er pouted with tears in her eyes, and added a cute threat, "Go and wash me up!"

The black buddy Boba couldn't cry or laugh, and said in his mouth: "You hate eating green peppers the most, threaten me with this" But the action was not slow at all, and he quickly packed up the mahjong and went straight to the toilet.

After the mahjong was removed, several pictures and texts were unobstructed, and the bold title of the top one reads "St. Ongnofei Nuclear Power Plant".

"Nuclear power plants and various man-made energy facilities mean the continuation of life for the spirits. - Gravedigger Mentor]