The Final Protectors

Chapter 34: Krystal three

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When Aldo returned to Sara State with a sealed human skin "book product" from a long distance, it was already night, but the three men in the family were not there, and only Mrs. Xiaoden was trying to persuade the two Xiao Douding went upstairs to sleep.

"Excuse me, ma'am..."

"Oh! You must be that Mr. Oakle!" Mrs. Shoden greeted him warmly.

Hearing Mike call her grandma, he could guess who this lady is, and Aldo calmly accepted the pseudonym given to him by someone who didn't know: "Hello, Mrs. Xiaoden—is everyone else going out? ?”

Mrs. Xiaoden immediately showed a mysterious smile: "Oh, young man, it's a pity that you didn't catch up with them."

This is probably destined to be a chaotic night. Even the crystal key and the mysterious Krystal family can hardly resist the upcoming tragedy like sparks hitting the earth.

"First, you need to line up with everyone to sit on that stool," Expert Evan explained carefully to the bumpkin Carlos, "then a lady will sit down on the opposite side, and you have eight minutes to chat and get to know each other , if you have a good impression of the other party, you can leave your contact information... mobile phone number or something, you know."

"Why can't I leave the address and let them write to me?" Obviously, Carlos resented this very much.

"If you don't want them to send you to the history museum." Evan said solemnly, "Hey, I remember that Gale teacher gave you a mobile phone last week."

"You expect me to learn how to use that thing?" Carlos mentioned the mobile phone with the same expression as Evan mentioned history-it seems that no matter who it is, there are always some things in the world that cannot be learned no matter how hard it is, Kalos Ross complained, "There are at least dozens of squares on it, and they are all messed up. How would I know what they all represent? And yesterday I found out that it was dead."

"It's not dead, it's just out of power—don't tell me you lost the charger," Gal put his arms around his shoulders, and said rather helplessly, "How could I have thought of bringing you here? It's insane."

Then, he asked the staff to borrow a pen, and wrote a string of numbers on the back of Carlos' hand: "This is your phone number, remember it."

"I said earlier that I hate this counting method." Carlos looked at the Arabic numerals with disdain, "Only bearded businessmen would write such things, they are not practical at all, for God's sake What's the point of bragging about counting differently than everyone else?"

"..." Gal didn't know how to comment on this trans-epochal law circle issue. After searching for five seconds, he finally found a person responsible for it. He sighed heavily, and said concisely and forcefully, "It's all my mother's fault."

So in the next communication session, Carlos began to recite his phone number to every woman who sat across from him-otherwise he would forget that he, like most humans of his time, had no knowledge of numbers. Not sensitive, and deeply puzzled: Why can't human phone numbers be as concise and easy to understand as names, how can such a large number of numbers arranged without any doubt be remembered

Poor ancient human, he still doesn't know that there is something called address book in the world.

Fortunately, he is handsome, whether he is sitting, talking or laughing, he looks very pleasing, especially for older women. Everyone thought it was an alternative way of humor for the handsome guy, so Gal could only move his butt mechanically with the flow of people, perfunctory with different women who couldn't even see their faces clearly, while paying attention to Carlos with concern The situation over there, in case he does something that makes people laugh and cry.

In fact, he worried that as soon as the event was over, a rumor would spread among the women about a handsome guy named "John"—why should men who should be popular travel all the way to this speed-dating event? No, no, he wasn't the shooter hired by the wedding company, probably, um... Maybe he had some brain problems or something.

Due to his frequent distractions, even the lady on the opposite side was very perfunctory, and finally knocked on the table unbearably: "Sir, Mr. Xiao Deng?"

"Uh... yes, what's up ma'am?"

The long-haired urban white-collar took a sharp look at him: "Actually, you don't even know my name?"

"Did I offend you?" Gall quickly glanced at the name tag on the lady's chest, "Miss Pound?"

"Yes, there is no problem with your reading level." The woman sneered and took out a lady's cigarette, "Do you mind?"

"No, please." Gal's attention drifted to Carlos again—what did he hear? ! The girl asked him what he was good at, and he actually said "swordsmanship"! Well, that's not so outrageous, is it? If he said something like "magic circle" or "curse", then he could only ask God to help him.

No! Don't pull/out that bloody dick of yours - that woman sitting across from you could have your whole body in it! There's no need to try so hard to please her, okay

God, this man is crazy.

Fortunately, before Gal screamed and pounced on him, a patrolling staff member discovered the abnormality here early, and stopped Carlos very professionally: "Please forgive me, sir, for our lack of preparation, the content of today's event There's just talk, not preparation enough for you to show off your talent... put on a show or something."

"You were forced to come here, right?" the woman opposite Gal said bluntly, "It can be seen that you are very reluctant."

Yes, yes—compared to the guy who quickly enjoyed it after figuring out the situation... Gal thought with a tight chest.

"It seems that you already have a goal?" The woman raised her eyebrows, "Isn't your mother's ideal type?"

"You're overthinking." Gal calmly withdrew his gaze.

The woman shrugged: "Come on, I know I'm not attractive to you at all, why don't we relax and chat casually, what kind of girls do you like... or guys?"

"No," Gal smiled apologetically, "I'm usually a little busy at work, so I don't have much time to think about this..."

As a result, before he finished his sentence, the host on the stage simply and rudely interrupted the buzzing of all the flies in a meeting: "Men, please move your position and change your chat partner!"

Gal shrugged apologetically to the woman opposite, and moved his position amidst the loud complaints. He looked up at the ceiling of the activity hall, and couldn't figure out what it meant, and even felt a certain indescribable feeling in his heart. of boredom.

At this moment, a person suddenly broke in from the outside, broke into the crowd without any explanation, quickly and accurately found the person he was looking for, and pulled the "target" out of the team.

The fat girl who was almost lucky enough to see the Carlos talent show is reluctantly dragging Carlos and not letting him go. The men waiting in line behind him are eager to call them more because the goal ahead is not in line with his aesthetics. I wasted a little time and yawned without saying a word. As a result, before I finished yawning, I was roughly pushed aside.

"Hey, this is..." The bald man became dissatisfied, but he saw the scene in front of him clearly, shut his mouth again, and watched the excitement with relish.

Aldo, who was covered in dust and didn't even have time to change his clothes, squeezed Carlos's hand vigorously, without saying a word, but the veins on the back of his hand popped out—he looked completely pissed off. I don't even know what to say.

The staff member who had successfully prevented Carlos from reappearing just now, showing his otherworldly professionalism, explained passionately to all the stunned people around him: "Look, an unexpected program appeared, this is The beauty of life—we never know what kind of accidents will happen somewhere, what kind of people we will meet around which corners... ”

Taking advantage of this time, Aldo finally organized his words, and he said fiercely, "I don't allow the person who just got off my bed to sit on...a stupid 'blind date' in the blink of an eye. At the scene of the event, show off to others!"

"Oh—" This is the crowd watching around.

The miraculous staff member was just stunned for a second, then continued flatly: "—Yes, this is our goal: 'Home of Heart, let you find your last harbor'."

... With his excellent psychological quality and ability to distort black and white, he can definitely run for the president. In such a small wedding company, he is really inferior.

The big lady who thought she had met a good match let out a terrible sob, and finally let go of Carlos's clothes under Aldo's bloodshot eyes. The line of mummy Carlos dragged out.

Gal was relieved for some unknown reason—well, it's always a good thing this guy is brought back.

A male guest was "lost" suddenly, and the staff was in a state of chaos, so they had to ask the person behind to make up a seat, while the guest in front didn't move for a while, and then had an eight-minute soak with the partner just now.

"Look, we have sixteen minutes today—double fate." The white-collar lady winked at him, "What was our topic just now? About the girl you like—"

"I said… "

"So you mean you are frigid?" The white-collar lady showed a regretful expression, "Even young people should realize the importance of good health, and don't shy away from medical treatment. You still have a chance."

"Okay." Gal sat down, there was nothing else to do anyway, he really thought about it carefully, and slowly, a prototype appeared in his mind, he frowned, and slowly Described, "I want my partner to be fun, you know—we're going to live together after all. She'd better not be too serious, have a love of life, be curious enough to never be bored, be creative, and most Good sense of humor... In my opinion, even if she gets into trouble occasionally, it's better than a 'rational person' who stays the same..."

"Oh, yes, yes." The white-collar lady nodded approvingly, "I understand the distorted aesthetics in the utilitarian age."

"And I hope she's strong enough," Gal added. "You know, very few people go through life smoothly. There are always lows. I hope she can withstand the ups and downs of life, and always have a good life." One's own rules, not because of... "

The white-collar lady was listening with great interest, but found that the polite and good-looking gentleman opposite suddenly turned pale and stopped speaking abruptly.

"Oh no..." he said almost desperately, his eyes widening in horror, "this can't be true!"

"What?" the white-collar lady joked with great interest, "Did you suddenly realize that the person you described was your own bald dad?"

Gal stood up from his seat abruptly as if frightened, and left quickly.