"What's so difficult about this?" The old pig raised the pig's trotters high with confidence and pride on his face.
In response, Zhang Xiaoqiang exhaled, shook his head and said, "Brother Zhu, take a closer look, what is that?"
The old pig frowned and retorted: "What else could it be? Of course it's 'cloth'?"
After that, stretch the pig's trotters flexibly, changing from one to two, and from two to fist.
He was still explaining to himself: "This is one, these are scissors, these are fists, this is..."
"Huh?" As if he had discovered something incredible, the old pig sped up the activity of his fingers, stopped suddenly for a moment, put the pig's trotters in front of his eyes, then raised his head in astonishment, and said something earth-shattering: "My Oh my god! It turns out that I only have two fingers! Can you believe that I can’t make "cloth"!?"
The corners of his lips twitched twice. Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't bear to speak.
No wonder! You said that this old pig is so mentally retarded. If Zhang Xiaoqiang adds insult to injury when he goes there and talks about his physical shortcomings, wouldn't he be rubbing salt into the old pig's wound
It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoqiang is so considerate and sympathetic, but Lao Zhu doesn't take the pig's trotter defects seriously at all.
After figuring out the real reason for his defeat, the old pig raised his hoof in dissatisfaction and said with the number "two": "Monkey, do you see it? You can't win with force, I can't help you. You won with a trick!"
The Great Sage stood proudly and said with disdain: "What a joke! If you can't produce cloth, that's your problem. If you had known that you didn't have that fine steel diamond, you wouldn't have taken the porcelain job. You think you can produce cloth and you are my opponent?" What a joke! I’ll tell you the truth, you idiot! I still haven’t figured out what the difference is between you and me!”
"Come on! There's still a gap! Don't be ashamed! This is the next year's population crunch, so I can't attach myself to a pig. How about you have a chance to beat me? I think you're the one who's joking. But since I'm talking about this Come on, I'd like to hear your opinion! Tell me, what's the difference between you and me?" The old pig was dissatisfied.
The Great Sage snorted coldly, curled his lips, and then pointed to his head with his empty hand, a pair of cross-cock eyes shot out sharp light: "IQ, my IQ crushes you! This is the biggest gap between you and me. Otherwise, what? Calling you an idiot!"
What words hurt the most? The truth hurts the most.
Zhang Xiaoqiang deeply agreed with the great sage's truth.
It is said that people should be self-aware, so pigs are not the same.
At least today's incident seriously revealed Lao Zhu's lack of IQ.
The matter was finally settled at this point. In the final result, there was no suspense. The Great Sage still achieved a complete victory in terms of appearance and IQ.
After the defeat, Lao Zhu felt extremely sad and angry, and made his request to Zhang Xiaoqiang on the spot.
Seeing Lao Zhu so sad, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt very uncomfortable.
After all, as someone who has been through this, Zhang Xiaoqiang’s number of times and experience being bullied definitely belongs to the level of the “strongest king” of a human team.
Therefore, Lao Zhu's depressed mood at the moment made him feel deeply for him.
"Tell me, if you need my help, brother, just ask! As long as I can do it, I will try my best to do it!"
People always sympathize with the weak, and Zhang Xiaoqiang himself is a fighting chicken among the weak.
What's more, Lao Zhu had lived, ate, and slept with him for a while. Apart from not masturbating together, in other respects he was definitely worthy of being called a brother.
Most importantly, Lao Zhu taught Zhang Xiaoqiang a lot of theoretical knowledge about pursuing Su Lengche.
So nowadays, when the old pig is in trouble, is there any reason for Zhang Xiaoqiang to just sit back and watch
The old pig was also unambiguous and straightforward. He said a few words in a concise and concise manner: "I'm hungry after tossing for so long!"
Turn grief into appetite!
Nodding, Zhang Xiaoqiang patted the old pig on the shoulder without saying a word: "Don't worry, Brother Zhu, let me handle this matter. I'll go and prepare a meal for you."
Two hours later, the dining table was in a mess. The old pig had to eat about sixty kilograms of rice before giving up.
Looking at the empty rice pot on the table, Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but feel something.
No wonder people say life is short and you should enjoy yourself while you can. This makes so much sense. You poor man, please don't just play around and feel sad. This thing is really not something that ordinary people can afford. Playing too much will not only hurt your money, but also hurt your stomach.
This is probably because he has changed the "carrier" and is not used to it. After overeating, even though he eats as much as an old pig, he also has symptoms of discomfort.
The specific symptom is that for more than half an hour, the old pig occupied the right to use the toilet.
He performed nearly a dozen heavy metal percussion songs for Zhang Xiaoqiang for free in a very rhythmic way.
This may not be the best concert Zhang Xiaoqiang has ever heard, but it is definitely the most interesting concert.
Good guy, that disgusting "fragrance" is simply...
After cleaning up the battlefield that the Great Sage and the old pig had destroyed in the room, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a rough inventory of the objects that were damaged in the battle between the two. The list is roughly as follows:
A 19-inch high-definition large-screen spherical TV.
A rich gold electronic quartz clock.
A bottle of Coke in 1982.
And a ****Art Life 3D Blu-ray**** collection disc.
…
Fortunately, during the battle, Zhang Xiaoqiang promptly explained the importance of the files inside the host case, otherwise the hundreds of gigabytes of literary documentaries of art masters he had carefully collected over the years would have been burned to the ground.
This was the most fortunate thing for Zhang Xiaoqiang among all the bad things that happened today.
Just like that, I was busy until eight o'clock in the evening.
The "fragrance" created by the old pig in the air finally dissipated under the convection air.
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that it was getting late and thought about going back to his room to rest. After all, the whole day had made him almost no different from his grandson.
But before he could make a move, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked impatiently.
"SF Express!"
"Express delivery!?" Zhang Xiaoqiang subconsciously stood up and walked towards the door with an inexplicable heart.
Mentally helpless, I muttered: "I didn't order anything from the Internet, how could there be express delivery?"
When he arrived at the door, Zhang Xiaoqiang was startled. When the dim lights were turned off, a big head poked faintly, flickering and appearing.
"Sir, your family..."
Only then did Zhang Xiaoqiang realize that the door to his home had been destroyed by the Great Sage. No wonder ghosts were flashing in front of his eyes.
"That's how my door is designed, Gothic style. By the way, you said you'd like me to deliver it?"
"Yes! Sir! Are you Madan?"
"Who are you scolding!?" When Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the damaged door, he thought of how his home was being ruined, and he felt angry, thinking that even the courier boy was here to tease me.
(End of chapter)