Tao Zhijie and He Xiangyu were startled at the same time, and then turned their heads, only to see that the person robbing the trumpet turned out to be an orthopedic surgeon.
Pan Shihua and other students raised the alarm bells: What do you want to do with the horn
Hoo hoo. Chang Jiawei blew twice at the mouth of the trumpet, as if preparing to sing a song into the microphone.
Li Hei's expression on Tao Zhijie's face deepened, and he said, "Give it to me!"
"For you?" Chang Jiawei rolled his eyelids at him and concluded, "I know you don't know how to honk the horn, so it's useless for you."
"You don't care if it's useful for me to give it to me." Tao Zhijie was anxious, seeing that he didn't bring it, he grabbed it with his right hand.
Chang Jiawei seemed to be transformed into a loach, swishing past the opponent's palm, hugged the horn tightly, turned and ran. His running speed was extremely fast, and he ran to the other side of the playground like a cheetah in the blink of an eye.
The people in the surrounding countries who saw this scene flickered with surprise.
People in the National Association who had never seen Chang Jiawei's sports before were equally astonished: they never thought that Playboy might be a good athlete.
Chang Jiawei easily hopped his legs on the grass. A group of idiots, he is a spinal surgeon, his graduation thesis is engaged in sports medicine research, and he is a sports medicine star from Beidu San. I told classmate Xie earlier last time that I can be classmate Xie's sports coach at any time. However, the group of people at the scene actually stopped him from letting him warm up the athletes.
Seeing that this man was running so fast, don't even think about catching him up quickly, besides, he himself would not chase him, Tao Zhijie turned his head in a heavy mood.
When He Xiangyu met his stern eyes, he almost shrank into a small glutinous rice, and squeezed out his mouth tremblingly: "Brother, I'll go, I'll go and get it back with him, don't be angry—"
"Why did you bring this thing here?" Tao Zhijie directed his hand out, pointing at her nose like a pointer.
Apparently, he didn't think she'd be able to get the horn back. After Chang Jiawei escaped, the group of people in the hospital who were afraid of chaos, such as the Department of Anorectal Urology and Zhu Huicang, all gathered around to study how to use this speaker to cause trouble.
The personality of doctors is no different from that of ordinary people. Since there are gentle and quiet ones, there must also be active ones. The on-site teachers are divided into two factions. One group, like Tao Zhijie, felt ashamed and wanted to hide. The school is like Chang Jiawei, holding a trumpet in his hand is like a child getting a fun toy and being happy.
Understand why some teachers in the clinic can't get along with other teachers even if they say nothing. The disagreement between the two is the most tormenting.
In the final analysis, it was this junior sister who didn't know what to think.
Rows of sweat fell from He Xiangyu's forehead, and his mouth was aggressive: "I, I just want to cheer for my brother, brother—"
Bringing a horn is one of the common practices of cheerleaders. It wasn't the first time she had done this with a loudspeaker, it was just the first time Senior Brother Tao knew about it.
This man turned out to be a habitual offender with a horn. Tao Zhijie's expression froze, it seemed that he would have to walk around when he saw this junior sister in the future.
Seeing that the senior brother put down the pointer and was about to leave, He Xiangyu hurriedly followed behind and said, "Senior brother, I'll buy you a cup of milk tea to drink, so you can calm down."
"Need not."
"A cup of milk tea is not expensive."
"Fire stations don't use milk tea to put out fires."
He Xiangyu was taken aback: This is the first time I heard Brother Tao tell a joke.
He is so angry that he can tell jokes. Tao Zhijie walked faster and faster.