Ning Zhixu is still the old dog who has an astonishing amount of alcohol.

A can of beer.

Just one can.

The speed of alcohol is significantly faster than the speed of drinking, Chen Ange went to the bathroom to put some water, and someone was already lying in bed unconscious.

Fingers carried the corners of the quilt, all the way from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, and the movement was very gentle to cover people with the quilt.

Pressed the bedroom light again, took off the eye-catching peaked cap on the young man's head, and Chen Ange went downstairs.

The sky was white, and the man upstairs probably had to sleep all morning before he woke up.

Lifting the roller shutter door outside the billiard hall and dropping the wooden sign that says 'temporarily closed', the boy walks slowly on the street in the early morning with a cigarette and the smell of alcohol.

They seem to be cut off from the city here.

In the dark night, the lights are bright and green, singing and laughing.

And the alley at six o'clock in the morning was silent, and even the owner of the stall selling breakfast was still yawning lazily. While casually putting the fritters into the oil pan.

With his arms propped to his side, his eyes drooping downward, he used his long chopsticks to perfunctorily rummage twice in the oil pan from time to time.

The sleepiness on his face clearly shows the rebellion of 'Lao Tzu is not out to support his family, but to play'.

Chen Ange has always been a master who loves nightlife.

This is usually the time when you have just finished the night and are ready to go back to catch up on sleep.

Breakfast or something, long since crossed out from his daily schedule. I haven't eaten this thing in 800 years.

may have been a little sober after drinking, and Chen Ange suddenly had the leisure to eat breakfast. Finding a random table, the man sat down and unceremoniously put his legs on another chair.

"Whatever you want."

That posture is not at all like the overlord who came to eat, and escaped the protection fee.

The stall owner may have been a little nervous, and with a shake of his hand, the long chopsticks holding the fritters fell off the oil pan and splashed a few drops of oil.

Chen Ange sat next to him, and he was not spared.

The only one that was clean with short sleeves was damaged, and the cuffs and shoulders were all hit.

"........" he shouldn't break the routine.

The man groaned, didn't care about scooping up the chopsticks, turned off the fire, and began to scramble to find tissues for the young man who didn't seem to be a good stubble.

It's all illegal, and he doesn't have a proper tissue.

Finally, he took out a stack of newspapers and called on Chen Ange's clothes.

He also muttered: "Wipe it, wipe it quickly." ”

Chen Ange also convinced.

Throwing the cigarette butt, he took the newspaper from his hand: "I'll come by myself." You're busy. ”

The boss stood next to him with his hands in his hands: "I'm not busy. ”

Chen Ange's forehead jumped: "...... I'm here for breakfast. ”

After some ineffective exchanges, the boss was finally willing to get busy, so Chen Ange would not be stupid enough to wipe his clothes with newspapers, and crumpled the newspapers into balls and put them aside.

Boredomily, he clicked his fingers on the table a few times before he noticed a few lines of text that were missing from the periphery of the paper.

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On June 23, the results of the college entrance examination were released two days earlier than expected.

Hearing the news, Nan Yaoye and Su Qing respectively put down their work and shopping, and rushed home to accompany the little cub to check his results.

There were already people in the class group who reported their results to celebrate, and Nanyi shrank in the computer chair, trembling all morning and didn't dare to check. I'm afraid that I will work hard for two years and get a disgraceful score.

Tang Yi took the 682 exam.

Qu Boyang took the 708 exam.

Even Han Li, the scumbag, scored more than 300 points in the exam, plus the art exam, just past the score line of the film academy.

It's just a matter of getting to the south.

When Nan Yaoye and Su Qing rushed into her room, the little girl's fingers were hanging above the enter key, and when she turned her head to see her tens of billions of parents, her hand shook and she pressed it.