"Shouldn't you go and gather people to set up the project team first, and what do you do with you?" Xia Di pressed the head of the motorcycle with one hand and looked down at Fingal condescendingly.

I said before that I would start construction today, why can't this kid plan to grind foreign work?

"Big brother, I went to college in the United States." Fingal's eyes were a little complicated, "The classmates I know are still sleeping." ”

"Your age, your age, sleep well?" Hearing this, Xia Di pressed the handlebar with both hands, and his words were full of hatred: "How can you sleep, is there a little bit of luck?" ”

It is said that the night in the United States is colorful, only two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, how can I sleep when the nightlife has just begun.

Is it because you are worried that the night is too dark, and suddenly there is a black and hard gun barrel on your waist, and there are two extra eyes and a mouthful of big white teeth next to you and say "Hand over the money"?

Or are you afraid that someone will not sleep at night and set off fireworks and be accidentally injured by a stray bullet?

"I think you're a little prejudiced against foreigners." Fingal glanced at the handlebars, worried that the humanoid dragon in front of him would tear it down without paying attention:

"Not everyone likes to stay up late to play games and go to nightclubs, we are college students in a serious college."

Take Fingal himself as an example, before he came to the Kassel Academy, his living habits were almost the same as Chu Zihang's, and he acted according to the schedule and arranged his time to the fullest, even the old man Ange praised him as an incomparably sharp sword when he first met him, and lamented that the executive department would have an efficient ace commissioner in the future.

It's a pity that the undisciplined college life is too easy, and Fingal can't go back to the state he was back in.

There's no way, when it comes to this, Xia Di can't continue to drive Fingal to work, after all, he didn't sign a deed of sale, and there is a small road behind him staring at this side.

At this time, Chu Zihang also came over, Lu Mingfei got out of the car to greet him, and introduced him to his foreign language teacher.

"Hi, cool boy~ just call me Fingal." Fingal pulled the car aside, and stepped forward to reach out to him, feeling that the kid was about to catch up with the cold demeanor of his youth.

"Hello, Chu Zihang." Chu Zihang stretched out his hand to shake him, and he could clearly feel that the skin of the other party's fingers and tiger's mouth was a little rough, like traces left by some special training.

Could it be that this is also Master Xia's companion?

The iceberg boy glanced at the other party's clothes, a blue T-shirt and black slacks painted with Snoopy's pattern, and Snoopy's head on a skateboard with a small flower was deformed by his huge chest muscles, and it didn't feel very fit.

Well, in terms of dressing style, it is somewhat similar to Master Xia.

On the other side, Lu Mingfei introduced the senior brother and the foreign teacher to each other, and came to Xia Di's side, and saw him staring at the crowd coming and going in the square, so he asked, "Uncle, what are we going to do now?" ”

It's only afternoon, and everyone has just eaten for a short time, so even if you want to set up a stall, you shouldn't set up a stall in this store.

Could it be that Uncle Xia is going to set up a stall for a ring or balloon to win prizes, but there are already people on the other side of this business square, can they compete?

And he's not going to come out with something weird, right?

Xia Di didn't speak, and after scanning the square, he fell on a vacant space near the flag-raising platform, because there were tall buildings blocking the sun, and there were many people who were tired of playing and resting nearby.

"Ming Fei, do you know what to do after overcoming your fear?"

"Huh? Forehead...... Overcoming laziness? Xiao Lu was a little unsure, didn't Lao Xia Tou say that he wanted to cultivate his ability to appreciate and create beauty before he came, how do you look at it, the situation seems to have changed again.

"Wrong!" Xia Di turned his head to stare at the ignorant young man beside him, his eyes seemed to be full of desire for electric welding: "It's to show yourself!" ”

After the words fell, he threw down Lu Mingfei and slowly figured out the logic between the two, turned to Fingal and said, "Shufen, since you don't want to leave, come over and help move things." ”

"Huh?" Fingal pointed to himself and asked Chu Zihang next to him, "Was he calling me just now?" ”

Iceberg Boy: ......

"Perhaps."

Opening the trunk of the jeep, Xia Di took out two loudspeakers, two microphones, a guitar, a bass, an electronic organ and two sand mallets.

Fingal watched him pull out so many things from the cramped trunk, and knew that this man must be using his deviant alchemy, so he hurried forward and blocked the view of others with his body, so as not to be noticed by someone with a heart.

But it was clear that he was overly concerned, and the people around him chatted and talked to themselves as if they didn't notice a few big living people standing here, even if they passed in front of them, their eyes did not drift.

Is it a spirit that deceives the senses of others?

Fingal pondered what was in line with the current situation in the periodic table of words, and the next second he was stuffed with two dead loud speakers in his hand.

"Why are you stunned, move things over." With a guitar bass and a microphone stand in hand, Xia Di pouted into the open space and motioned for Fingal to move his things over.

And Lu Mingfei, who came back to his senses, saw Xia Di move out so many musical instruments, and secretly said in his heart that it was not good, he only said that he sang well in the morning, but it was arranged in the afternoon, this is the rhythm of directly pulling himself to the public execution!

Hurriedly grabbed Lao Xiatou's clothes, and the young man said eagerly: "Uncle, what are you doing, didn't you say that you took me to make money?" ”

"Isn't it also profitable to sing when you say that? ?" The corners of Xia Di's mouth were hooked, and his eyes glanced at Lu Mingfei meaningfully. teasing:

"Why, is it possible that Gongzi Lu still wants to sell his body and not sell his art.

Say, did you secretly study the rich woman's book I gave you last night? ”

"You fart!" How could Lu Mingfei tolerate such slander, and suddenly swore a swear word: "My son Lu has always relied on his ability to eat, how can he be as crooked as you!" ”

"Hey, bounce!"

Xia Di cooperated with the childishness for a while, and walked towards the open space with his things.

Lu Mingfei was angry and anxious in his heart, watching Uncle Xia and Fingal placing musical instruments in the open space not far away, attracting many curious eyes around, and felt a panic for no reason, as if he had returned to the jeep that was speeding this morning, and seemed to have returned to the scene of being surrounded by Deadpool last night.

"Senior brother, do you think we should ...... together" I just wanted to pry Chu Zihang to run away, but found that he had already followed with an electronic keyboard.

In desperation, Lu Mingfei could only lead his neck to kill, picked up the microphone and the sand mallet and came to the "encirclement".

The gazes of the passers-by around him brought a sense of oppression like a tide, and Lu Mingfei felt as if thousands of sharp sword lights had fallen on his body, and it was even a little difficult to breathe at the moment.

Handing the microphone to Uncle Xia, he hid behind him with a sand mallet, wanting to relieve the strong suffocating feeling that made his heart beat like a drum.

There are two microphones on the scene, and one of Lao Xiatou's urine sex must be reserved for himself, but with his current state of trembling when he speaks, how can he dare to open his voice and sing in front of everyone?!

In short, his current mood is regret, very regretful.

I knew that I would have promised Uncle Xia to sing to him in the future, anyway, it was not up to me when to sing, and now I was fooled into not opening my mouth in front of the public!

Just when he felt that he couldn't regret his mistake, a big hand pressed on his shoulder, followed by Uncle Xia's sonorous voice:

"Ming Fei, don't bow your head, the crown will fall."

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei subconsciously touched his head, thinking that he had put something on his head while he was not paying attention, but he didn't touch anything.

"Do you think I'm bullying?" Xia Di looked at Lu Mingfei with a smile, and the little guy had a bitter face as if he had been greatly wronged.

(End of chapter)