Zhu Yingtai deeply realized what it means to sit like pins and needles, and when the two returned to the dormitory after school, she finally couldn't help but ask sadly:

"Brother Liang! Why didn't you tell me in advance, Professor Luo is so fond of asking questions! ”

That's right! Ask a question for each sentence, and the answerer should quote at least three allusions!

Luo Shi saw her sitting in the front row, asking questions repeatedly, she couldn't answer, and Liang Shanbo on the side could always answer fluently!

It makes her look like a fool even more!

Liang Shanbo looked innocent: "How do I know that Brother Zhu Xian can't answer?" ”

He looked Zhu Yingtai up and down, frowned, and said, "It's also very smart and clever to look at!" ”

Zhu Yingtai: "......"

A hundred-word short essay has appeared in her mind: Zhu Sheng and Liang Sheng live in the same room, it is night, when Liang Sheng is asleep, Zhu Sheng is holding a sharp axe, grinding Huo Huo to Liang Sheng-

"Brother Zhu Xian, I'm afraid you won't be able to carry this axe."

Liang Shanbo kindly reminded.

Zhu Yingtai came back to her senses, only to find that she had held the handle of an axe in her hand at some point, and she tried to lift it, but she really couldn't lift it.

Wrong!

How can there be an axe in this library!

Zhu Yingtai looked at Liang Shanbo suspiciously, and the latter looked calm: "The professors advocate that everything must be done in person, and they also say that farming and reading are one, and several teachers and mothers practice it, Master Cheng raised ducks, and Master Luo raised chickens-"

Zhu Yingtai is more and more puzzled, what does this have to do with the axe?

Then, I listened to Liang Zhen Zhenzhen's words, "Chickens and ducks grow up, how can they cook without fire, they need to go to the back mountain with an axe and chop some firewood!" ”

This guy swallowed his saliva as he spoke!

Zhu Yingtai: "......"

This Brother Liang doesn't seem to be the good gentleman she thought she was at first-

……

Song Huanxi did it in one go, and when he looked at the clock, it was almost two o'clock!

Fortunately, tomorrow weekend is the day to sell pastries at the entrance of the Kowloon Theater, so I can sleep a little later.

She put down her pen, looked at the thin two pages of "Gillian and Ah Qiang" next to her, and then looked at the nearly ten pages of "Liang Zhu" that had just been written, and couldn't help but hesitate.

After a few moments, she made a decision, resolutely took out a piece of letterhead, picked up a pen and wrote:

My friend has no wine and no joy,

Recently, in addition to the serialization of "Gillian and Ah Qiang", I tried to open a new article, and the new article was written at first, and it was smooth and smooth.

Write the old text again, but it is extremely obscure, like a stalk,

……

Writing this, Song Huanxi thought of a metaphor, just like a person who eats something indigestible, and he has not understood the feeling of a big hand for seven or eight days-

This metaphor could not be more appropriate to describe her state at this time, but unfortunately it is too indecent to write.

Song Huanxi sighed, there are some things that can only be said to herself, and it is difficult for someone like Guo Yunchen who has won her trust to speak.

She turned her attention back to the letter in front of her and continued:

Every word written is like a fool moving mountains, and the effort required must be for children and grandchildren.

If the new article can be written in half an hour, and the old article can be written in half a day, thank God!

Please also teach me why the old text is so difficult to write, and what can be done to make the old text as smooth as ever?!

After writing the letter, Song Huanxi solemnly put the letter into the envelope, and drew a goose feather mark on the envelope, which is a small code for her and Mr. Wujiu, representing 100,000 urgent goose feather letters, hoping to reply as soon as possible.

However, this is the first time she has used this code, but she uses it more without drinking-

The peach blossoms of this pen pal are really exuberant!

Song Huanxi yawned, and after writing the letter for help, it was as if he had let go of his heavy thoughts, and as soon as his mind was relieved, sleepiness frantically attacked.

She walked to the bedroom in a daze, almost hit the wall, and finally managed to climb into the bed, and slept very soundly.

……

Li Donglai didn't sleep all night, starting at half past six in the morning, he stared at the wall clock on the wall with a good eye, watching the second hand like a snail, crawling through one small grid after another with difficulty, like climbing over thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers, and the people who watched it really wanted to help it.

Finally, the hour hand pointed to seven accurately, Li Donglai grabbed the phone on the table, and dialed a string of numbers in one breath-

The phone rang again and again, but no one answered, and just as Li Donglai was about to hang up the phone in disappointment, the phone was finally picked up.

“…… My head, where did you put my head? It's dark and smelly, isn't it a garbage can? ”

Li Donglai was frightened and hung up the phone directly.

The next second, the phone suddenly rang!

Li Donglai hesitated for a moment, but his fingers slowly stretched out to the phone, his fingertips trembled slightly, he carefully picked up the earpiece, and said hello carefully: "-Hey?" ”

"Where the hell is my head? Why do I hear the phone ringing? ”

Li Donglai's whole body trembled, and in the next second, a delicate and gentle female voice came from the earpiece, and said strangely: "Sister-in-law, don't pretend to be a ghost to scare him!" ”

The gloomy female voice was also normal, and she complained with a thick dissatisfaction: "Who told him to call so early, don't you know that beautiful women are going to sleep beautifully?!" ”

Well, Mrs. Guo used to get up at six o'clock in the morning and prepare the clothes for Uncle Guo to wear that day, from a suit to a tie, and a belt and watch.

Wait for him to have breakfast, send him out, and then come back to make up for sleep.

Since the last time Uncle Guo forgot to bring socks and asked his brother to borrow socks everywhere, Mrs. Guo directly broke the defense, what decent, what glamorous, why do you want to go!

Since then, Mrs. Guo has fallen in love with sleeping in.

Li Donglai is embarrassed, this group of employers' wives, when they met before, they were more gentle and amiable, dignified and elegant, but I didn't expect there to be such a side!

He hurriedly said: "It's nephew Ling, Mr. Guo Yunchen's sweetheart, I have already investigated it." ”

The gentle female voice immediately said, "You wait, I'll send someone to pick you up right away!" ”

Li Donglai was busy responding, and he didn't dare to hang up the phone first, so he heard the conversation between the two wives of the Guo family again:

"Sister-in-law, hurry up, you go and call the second sister-in-law, and I will call the third sister-in-law!"

“…… I don't go to call the second child's house, she gets up very angry, and I heard that the Huanghuali bedside table in her and the second bedroom has been replaced with a tin one! ”

“…… Then let's call the third sister-in-law together, and then call the second sister-in-law together? ”

This time, the ghost-telling lady was silent, apparently acquiescing.

The phone was completely quiet, Li Donglai hung up the phone sweatingly, as an excellent detective, he judged the truth from the words of the two wives of the Guo family:

The wives and second wives of the Guo family seem to be the most terrifying one?! Even this vivid lady who pretends to be a ghost can't compare!

Li Dong looked at the wooden filing cabinet next to the desk, compared his fist, and still didn't dare to smash it - it hurts to think about it!

So, how did Mrs. Guo's Huanghuali bedside table break?!

Well, I'm not with you, let's get straight to the point!

Calvin is like constipation! Well, constipation every day!

Mrs. Guo: So where is my head?

Fourth Wife: Sister-in-law, don't make trouble, it's good on your neck!

The second wife (snapping her fingers and making a clicking sound): Where do you want it to be, I'll help you put it, how about my tin bedside table?

Third Wife: ......