My name is Zhang Xiaoshan, and I am a scholar with the memory of three lifetimes. Pen % fun % www.biquge.info uh...... I know you don't like to wear more people, and I hated wearing more clothes when I first started to wear online novels, but I still didn't escape the curse of fate and became the kind of person I used to hate...... Wen Qing's expression is over, and let me tell my colorful memories of the third life......

"Little rabbit, come down and eat!" a loud voice came from downstairs, interrupting Zhang Xiaoshan's self-talk in the mirror.

Zhang Xiaoshan, the third scholar, was about to run downstairs, but he was a person with a beginning and an end after all, and he said a lot to the vanity mirror at a very fast speed:" My first life was a scholar's house, because I was too embarrassed to read modern history, and I couldn't hang up in one breath; my second life grew up in the late Qing Dynasty, before the Opium War, I finally obtained an official position through scientific research, and began the great cause of reform through all kinds of whimsical ideas to please Cixi, but there were unforeseen circumstances, when I was full of ambition to stand on the Beiyang Fleet established twenty years in advance, a tsunami sent me back to the present, 2049! Yes, I am now a sixteen-year-old young boy who has been blamed on the old man!"

When he rushed to the door, Zhang Xiaoshan braked sharply and ran back to the mirror: "I believe in conviction and affirmation, this old man is definitely not an ordinary person, hey! A rich man who owns a mansion of more than 1,000 square meters and has a lot of money to squander without working, he actually saw a beautiful woman in a short skirt who would be heartbroken and stark at the same time, and when he saw the hovercar, he shouted that he must buy one! I am really an ignorant little boy of one year!"

"Zhang Xiaoshan, if you don't come down again, I'm going to finish all the dishes!" the voice came from downstairs again, but this time it was no longer loud, but mixed with unknown noises, and if you listen closely, your mouth should be stuffed with some object.

Zhang Xiaoshan didn't delay any longer, kicked open the door and ran down, chanting as he ran: "Definitely not an ordinary person, after eating takeout for 16 years, he can still be excited to be like this bird...... No, I should first complain that he is obviously a rich man, and he wants a takeout for Mao! I'm about to vomit after 16 years! I miss the imperial banquet in the Forbidden City!"

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Zhang Xiaoshan looked unreliable, but there was one thing he was not wrong, the old man's mansion was indeed very large, even Zhang He, who claimed to be one meter and two legs long (the actual leg length was 0.99 meters), took 30 seconds to run to the restaurant.

I saw that the dining table at this time was full of messy transparent boxes, and all the boxes had been opened, no, it should be more appropriate to be robbed here, because at this time, more than ten lunch boxes had become miserable, and even more, some of them had become crystal clear, and Zhang Xiaoshan, who had a lot of experience, knew that this was licked......

There was no time for a moment of silence for these lunch boxes, Zhang Xiaoshan shouted and joined the battlefield, vowing to take back the food lost in the first 30 seconds.

Three minutes later, Zhang Xiaoshan sat on a chair with a toothpick in his mouth, touching his stomach while looking at the old man opposite with provocative eyes. The old man on the other side is indeed very old, if he is not blowing his beard and staring at him at this time, he looks like he must be more than 90 years old.

In the face of the old man's helplessness and anger, Zhang Xiaoshan was even more meaningful, spit the toothpick on the dining table, stood up and looked at the old man condescendingly: "Old man, you have lost! According to the agreement, tell me your true origin!"

In fact, Zhang Xiaoshan just said casually, according to past experience, at this time, the old man should be full of momentum and scolded: "Little bastard who respects the old and loves the young, when did Lao Tzu bet with you!" Then Zhang Xiaoshan would argue with reason, and finally the old man was so angry that his face turned red and he couldn't breathe.

However, today is destined to be a special day, I saw the old man shaking his head and sighing, touching his beard and saying with a bit of fairy style: "It's okay, today is your 16th birthday, I'll give you a birthday gift." ”

When Zhou Yi heard the play, he looked at the old man with bright eyes: "Really?"

The old man nodded and shook his head: "I'll go to the room to get it for you, you clean up the table first." After saying that, he left, and his footsteps did not stop.

Zhang Xiaoshan is such a smart person, the name of a scholar is not self-proclaimed! However, today he may have been too happy and out of proportion, and he didn't even notice such an obvious pit, smirked and cleaned up the messy table, and finally picked up the toothpick that he spit out, and carefully wiped the saliva off with a tissue.

Half an hour passed, and the old man had not yet appeared, and Zhang Xiaoshan was not in a hurry at all, so he sat on a chair and looked at the murals in the restaurant. But if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are not in focus, and there is a looming sadness hidden in them.

After ten more minutes of meditation, Zhang Xiaoshan finally got up and slowly walked into the old man's room. Nothing has changed in the room, including the full-length mirror that Zhang Xiaoshan shattered six years ago and the graffiti-damaged walls, but the most important old man here is nowhere to be found.

Zhang Xiaoshan didn't stop, but walked straight to the luxurious desk, picked up the latest version of the pad, and unlocked it skillfully.

After unlocking, the familiar background of sexy beauties does not appear on the screen, and instead there is a colorful interface...... Well, the so-called colorful may still be a little attractive in the eyes of Zhang Yishan in the first life, but now, Zhang Xiaoshan just wants to scold the vulgar!

Zhang Xiaoshan wanted to scold, so he scolded: "What the hell! Is this my classmate who has studied animation design for three years made!" and then he was almost killed by the chandelier in the room.

With a grunt, Zhang Xiaoshan looked at the fragments of the chandelier less than five centimeters from his toes, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently. Zhang Xiaoshan, who had learned to be well-behaved, scolded silently in his heart: "Dead old man, this is different from what he said......"

On the other side, in the endless void, the dead old man in Zhang Xiaoshan's heart was looking intently at Zhang Xiaoshan, who was motionless in front of the chandelier, and then let out a hearty laugh.

However, after laughing, he said to the person next to him with some dissatisfaction: "According to the agreement, the surveillance period should be over, right?"

The person next to him was an old man over 60 years old, but although he had passed the age of sixties, he still maintained enough respect for the person in front of him, and even faintly in awe, which could be seen from the dust in his hand.

He bowed slightly, and explained in a slow tone: "The monitoring period has officially ended, and the chandelier just now was passed by a certain person in charge of the junior academy...... Through what kind of shooting spell is caused, the junior will definitely investigate this matter strictly when he goes back, and give you an explanation. ”

The old man shook his hand rather absently: "Forget it, children are playing, but I said Lao Bai, can you study hard? You see that I have only been here for sixteen years, and I can play all the new gadgets with ease, you are the head of the academy!"

The one known as Lao Bai smiled bitterly when he heard the old man's words, but the awe in his heart finally disappeared a little. After straightening his clothes, he saluted the old man: "Lord Gonggong, please!"

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On the other side, Zhang Xiaoshan, who was unaware, read out the text on the tablet interface in an extremely respectful tone: "Admission Letter from the Academy of Theoses." Zhang Xiaoshan, our school has decided to admit you to study in the Department of Water Studies, please report to the school on September 15, 2049 with this notice. Dean, too platinum star. ”

Tsk, is it compensation for my drowning in the tsunami?