On the Jiangjiazao boat, Zhu Bazhen was drinking the sixth cup of tea gracefully, without any intention of leaving, crossing Erlang's legs, the beauty in his heart was like eating honey.

In recent years, the momentum of the development of his Bazhen Dart Bureau has been crushed by Jiang Teng's Dart Bureau, and he is really aggrieved. Tonight, I finally seized a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, raised my eyebrows, and stepped on Jiang Zhinian. Moreover, after tonight, the reputation of the Bazhen Dart Bureau will naturally be an instant hit, which will be greatly beneficial to the future development.

Jiang Zhinian also drank a lot of tea, holding it in his stomach, as if he was full of gas. As for Jiang Jing'er, she had already returned to the room, and she didn't look at it as a clean eye.

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The guy who was in charge of the report walked in quickly, shouting: "The results of the final three have been announced!"

Jiang Zhinian, who was sitting at the top, asked angrily: "Who are the top three?" He was too lazy to read the copied documents, and he was not in the mood.

The little guy smiled and bowed respectfully to him, saying, "Congratulations!"

This sentence popped out, making Jiang Zhinian puzzled for a long time; Zhu Bazhen, who was sitting on the side, got up and left his seat, stood up, and said, "You little guy, are you congratulating the wrong person?"

The little guy asked, "Are you?"

Zhu Bazhen said proudly: "I am the chief dart head of the Wushan County Bazhen Dart Bureau, Zhu Bazhen is also, this one, is Wushan Zhang Zhiyuan." ”

The little guy hadn't heard of Zhu Bazhen, but he knew Zhang Zhiyuan, so he hurriedly gave a salute.

Zhang Zhiyuan asked indifferently: "The result has been revealed, who is the top three?"

The little guy had a bitter face and said, "Zhang Xianggong, congratulations on passing the primary election." ”

Zhang Zhiyuan waved his hand angrily: "Nonsense, I already knew this, let's talk about the point." "If you have to congratulate you on the primary election, then he is not Zhang Zhiyuan.

The little guy swallowed a mouthful of saliva and plucked up his courage, and then stammered and replied: "Zhang Xianggong, the top three don't have you ......"

These words will offend people, but they can't hide it, the ghost knows how this Zhang Zhiyuan ran to the Jiang family's boat, and he kept asking questions.

Sure enough, Zhang Zhiyuan's thin face turned black when he landed: How is this talking, what does it mean to be 'the top three without you'?

The smile on Zhu Bazhen's face over there didn't have time to dissipate, and when he heard this, he immediately froze, and it was very exciting.

When Jiang Zhinian heard this, he couldn't help laughing: What does it mean that there is no Zhang Zhiyuan in the top three? It simply means failure, Zhu Bazhen proudly showed off his might, but in the end it was fifty steps and a hundred steps, which made Jiang Zhinian feel like eating ginseng fruit, and all the depression disappeared:

"Oh, Brother Zhu, I finally know why you are not in a hurry to return to the ship, with Zhang Xianggong's talent, the top three are not worth celebrating. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiyuan only felt that his face was hot.

Zhu Bazhen jumped up and said angrily: "Jiang Zhinian, you are sneering and humming, although Zhiyuan did not enter the top three, at least he passed the primary election, where is it like some bookworms and idiots, the things written are not as good as bullshit, and I don't know which garbage heap I was thrown into." ”

Jiang Zhinian said angrily: "Zhu Bazhen, I respect you as a guest, treat each other politely, and don't spread wild here." ”

Zhu Bazhen was angry, sat back in the chair, picked up the tea and poured it into his mouth.

Seeing that the two sides were no longer arguing, the little guy hurriedly told him to complete the task and ask for some reward: "Congratulations to Master Jiang!"

Jiang Zhinian glared: "What are you congratulating?"

The little servant accompanied him and said carefully: "Congratulations to Master Jiang, the poem "Nian Nujiao? Nostalgia" written by Ye Junsheng, the representative of the Poetry Club of the Guidart Bureau, won the top prize of this poetry meeting, which is gratifying." ”

Burst!

Zhu Bazhen squirted out a mouthful of strong tea and sprayed the little guy's face.

As soon as Zhang Zhiyuan picked up the cup, his hand trembled, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered.

Jiang Zhinian was also dumbfounded, and he didn't even know that saliva was flowing out: "What, what did you say?"

"Congratulations to Ye Junsheng, the representative of the Poetry Club of Guidart Bureau, for winning the top prize of this poetry club!"

......

"What, what did you say?"

On the wooden building, Peng Qingshan's face was pale, and he grabbed the little guy who reported the report with his chest, and almost picked it up.

The little guy was caught off guard, startled, and hurriedly said: "Congratulations to Peng Daguan for winning the third place in this poetry meeting......"

"I'm going to listen to the latter sentence!"

Peng Qingshan almost shouted.

The little guy was pale: "Guo Nanming won the second ......"

"The last one!"

The little girl's ears were buzzing, almost deaf, and he reflexively recited: "The leader of this year's poetry club is the ...... obtained by Ye Junsheng, the representative of the Pengcheng Jiang Teng Dart Bureau Poetry Club."

Rise!

Peng Qingshan let go of him, as if he had loosened his strength, and sat down on the chair limply, lost his soul, and muttered in his mouth: "How is it possible? How could it be him!"

Even if the leader is Guo Nanming, he is mentally prepared and will not be so out of shape, how could he think of killing a dark horse in the air, it is so black that it is scared to death, it is actually the Pengcheng bookworm who has become a dead person in his mind.

"No, something is wrong, there was a lot of wind and rain last night, didn't it mean that he got lost and didn't rush back to participate in the poetry meeting?

Thinking about it left and right, the more I think about it, the more entangled I become, a thousand things, mixed up like a mess, I can't find a reason, and I am so chaotic that people want to vomit blood-

"Hahaha!"

He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, looking crazy: "Peng Qingshan, Peng Qingshan, you actually lost to him twice, is there still justice in this world?"

For the first time, it naturally refers to Jiang Jing'er.

Laughing, shouting, tears actually fell.

The little guy saw that something was wrong, and he didn't dare to ask for the reward, so he quickly fled.

......

"What, what did you say?"

In the elegant room, Guo Nanming, who was originally elegant and impeccable, rarely showed a shocked look, took a step forward, snatched the copy in the hand of the messenger, tightened his face, and raised his eyes to look down:

"The great river goes to the east, the waves are exhausted, and the romantic characters of the ages; The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, how many heroes are there at one time;"

"Back then, when I thought about Gongjin, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and he was heroic. Lupine scarf, talking and laughing, the canopy is gone. The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, born early. Life is like a dream, and one is still in the moon. ”

The back is signed: "Pengcheng Jiang Teng Dart Bureau Poetry Club representative Ye Junsheng." ”

There are judges' seals and comments on the side, one of which is particularly dazzling: "As soon as this word comes out, there is no ...... of "Nian Nujiao" in the world"

Guo Nanming's eyes condensed, staring at the paper in his hand, not letting go of any character, and the characters were like nails, nailed into his body and mind one by one.

"Life is like a dream, and one is still in the moon...... What a 'life is like a dream'......"

As he spoke, Guo Nanming spurted out a mouthful of blood and splashed it on the ground, shocking.

"Young Master Ming!"

Aunt Liu's exclamation was extremely sharp, and she hurriedly rushed up to visit, she was already at a loss for fear - the young master's body and bones were not very good in the first place, and he couldn't be stimulated at all, how could this be good?

......

"What, what did you say?"

In the room, Jiang Jing'er jumped up and looked nervously at the maid Age who was praying.

"Miss, we've won the championship!"

Agg rejoiced like a sparrow.

Jiang Jing'er couldn't believe her ears, steadied herself, remembered something, and asked, "What about the nerd?"

"Well, he's still sleeping. ”;