Damn it! Zhao Si! I asked you why you have convulsions!
No wonder the beauties laughed loudly; no wonder Su Lengche was so angry; no wonder Long Dongqiang was proud; the love-struck guy just...
After being stunned in the corridor for five minutes, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had regained his composure, asked angrily and with tears in his eyes: "What the hell is going on? I clearly saw Michael online, but why did he change to Zhao in the blink of an eye?" I'm possessed by four? Do you still have strings here?"
"What a string! This is a very normal possession." The old man said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Normal? This is fucking abnormal, okay!" Zhang Xiaoqiang was extremely depressed when he thought about how he had been shaking like an epilepsy for a few minutes.
"Hehe, you can only blame yourself for not paying attention. I have told you before that the rule of possession depends on the amount of rewards from water friends. Whoever rewards more will be managed. Gang Zhaosi has the highest reward, so he Just attach it to your body."
"What?" Just don't listen. When the old man said that Zhao Si had the highest reward, Zhang Xiaoqiang had the urge to hit him: "You said Zhao Si has the highest reward?"
"certainly!"
"That means Michael didn't reward him!"
"No, he hit!"
"How can this be!?"
"Hehe, this Zhao Si is still very loud. Hey, you kid must build a good relationship with others in the future."
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't hear a word the old man said. He hurriedly searched the stream of consciousness and quickly found the live broadcast reward list.
After scanning through the rows, Zhang Xiaoqiang focused on the amount of rewards given by the two people:
Michael Jackson rewarded the anchor with 50 Yangshou coins;
Nicholas Zhaosi rewards the anchor with 500 Yangshou coins;
Damn it!
Data cannot be faked, and facts speak louder than words. No matter how unwilling Zhang Xiaoqiang is to accept it, it cannot change the reality that Zhao Si has obtained "management rights."
Looking at the dazzling amount of money shown in the "stream of consciousness", Zhang Xiaoqiang trembled and muttered: Oh my God! Zhao Si is actually richer than Michael!
This...speechless! Quite speechless! What does Teacher Motoyama mean by saying: We are both kings of dance, but the gap is so big.
That’s it! This is life, you never know what will happen in the next second. If you pretend too much, you will be struck by lightning.
It seems that possession is not always a good thing. Just imagine if one day you go to a bathhouse and are possessed by Zhao Gao, Zhang Rang, Wei Zhongxian and others, then...
"Alas~" Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed softly. After walking out of the teaching building, he suddenly looked back and glanced at the dance practice room, which was still brightly lit, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.
"Haha, what's the matter, are you interested in that girl?" the old man asked mischievously.
"No, don't talk nonsense!"
"Hehe, I don't think so. If you like it, just pursue it. A manly man doesn't even have this courage?"
"Tch! Old man, just stand and talk without hurting your back! Brother, I've almost lost all my face today, and you're still chasing me, what a bullshit!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said angrily, and stepped forward.
"Hey, look at your potential. If you can't do it, I can help you."
"You help me? How?" Feeling a little interesting, Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped again.
"Well... want to know?"
"nonsense!"
"Hey, if you want to know, just do as I say."
Faintly smelling a hint of conspiracy, Zhang Xiaoqiang sneered and asked: "Old man, are you planning something else?"
Although the contact time was not long, Zhang Xiaoqiang had already experienced the old man's cunningness.
"Hey, look what you said, trust me, just go to the bank and take out all your banknotes, and I'll make sure you take care of that girl later. Of course, it's up to you whether you want to do it or not." After saying this, the old man disappeared again.
"Holy shit, old man, old man!" As expected, there was no reply.
In desperation, Zhang Xiaoqiang could only return to the dormitory angrily.
As soon as he entered the door and before he could sit down, the second fat man rushed over, shaking off his fat body.
Good guy! That's a fat man weighing about 200 kilograms. Including the run-up acceleration, it is no less than a pig with an injector.
At the critical moment of life and death, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care about anything else, raised his right foot high, and then kicked it out with all his strength, and then there was an earthquake...
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Crash!"
Two minutes later, the fat man with bruised skin and swollen face stood on the ground with his arms akimbo, and Zhang Xiaoqiang sat upright on the stool in front of him.
There was a sense of solemnity in the room, and the sound of armies and iron horses could be heard faintly in the air.
The second fat man looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang coldly, and Zhang Xiaoqiang stared at the second fat man intently.
Where their eyes met, lightning flashed and crackled.
In the end, it was Fatty Er who made the first move. He circled the chair and bench where Zhang Xiaoqiang was sitting three times to the left and three times to the right, twisting his neck and licking his butt. Finally, Zhang Xiaoqiang, who couldn't stand the intrusion of the fat man's dancing, took the lead and was defeated. : "Brother, it was my fault. Can you please stop going around? I'm dizzy!"
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" With the ridicule of a winner, Erpang laughed three times, and then his face darkened: "You know my policy, be strict if you confess, oh no... it's lenient, be lenient if you confess, If you resist, be strict and tell the truth, what did Teacher Wang do to you?"
"This..." Obviously, you can't tell today's embarrassing incident. Otherwise, if the Erpang finds out, it will basically be announced to the whole universe.
This guy has been fond of making small reports since he was a child. When he grew up, his ambition was to become a professional reporter. However, as he grew older, the fat man became farther and farther away from the ethical profession of journalists. Instead, he showed signs of becoming a "paparazzi" potential.
"I don't know!" He replied decisively.
Hearing this, the fat man suddenly pressed forward, and Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately became the "membrane" of the "rougamo".
"Look into my eyes!" The Erpang tried his best to raise his eyelids as big as the cracks between his nails, and then asked in a deep voice, "What do you see in my eyes?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang took a hard look, then swallowed and said, "Uh... there's shit in your eyes."
"Ah? I'm talking about how to look at things colorfully!"
Speechless!
After rubbing it hard, Erpang straightened his body and pointed again: "Don't even think about lying in front of my wise eyes! What on earth is Teacher Wang doing with you?"
Look, Er Pang not only has the potential to be a paparazzi, but also has a strong smell of gossip.
Sighing, Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his head and generously repeated: "It's really nothing!"
"Humph, don't tell me!"
The atmosphere on the field fell into silence again. The fat man stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang and twisted his neck. There were faint signs of movement on the two elephant legs.
Upon seeing this situation, Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly raised his hand and gestured "stop": "Don't move, I said! I said it's not enough!"
Oh my god! I saw all kinds of circles this afternoon, and Zhang Xiaoqiang is still feeling sick.
In the end, forced by the fat man's power, he could only make up a story to fool the fat man.
Fortunately, the fat man's IQ is about the same as his weight, both 250.
After getting rid of the entanglement of the fat man, the sky gradually darkened.
Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at his phone. At 6:30 in the evening, he said goodbye to Erpang and left school to go home.
(End of chapter)