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Five people popped out of the owl, and they all hung up on the tree by themselves.
"Don't watch the fun, hurry up and save me!" The four-meter-high tree branch, he didn't even dare to move his fingers, for fear of breaking the balance of power.
"Wait, I'll find a stationery to pick you up." Li Xia raised his arm in a serious way and scratched on the arm that had nothing.
"..." Qi Shan wanted to jump down and smash him to death.
"Is it done?" Li Zijin asked Han Buting, with uncertainty in his daze.
Han Buting opened the WeChat group on his mobile phone, and the first one was also carefully asked by a small friend-success
Then came Captain Xu's second answer - before five o'clock, thirteen pieces of owl jade were all destroyed, what do you think
There is also an evil smile emoji package on the back.
So far, the WeChat group of Owl Walk Beijing Branch, which has been established for less than a week, has been swiped like crazy. It only took less than half a minute to come out, and the screen full of "hahahaha" and "laughing emojis" of various styles, genders, and species exploded into a sea of magic.
Li Zijin was relieved when he looked at the music, and finally dared to ask, "What on earth did I dream of?"
He also didn't expect that it would be him who stayed in the secret cell this time, but he had no idea what nightmare he had had. When he woke up, he only felt a mess in his heart and even more uneasy.
Thankfully the teammates made it, otherwise he would be a sinner.
"What did you dream about?" Li Xia said meaningfully, "I have to ask Qi Shan about this."
Li Zi nearly raised his head, the moon hung in the air, and his head shone in a flash.
"Your Millennium Falcon!" Qi Shan couldn't wait to ask for the credit, but when it came to the juncture, and the fans were a little shy, his voice lowered in the second half of the sentence, "And my Tetris."
Li Zi was stunned: "Yours, Tetris?"
If Qi Shan was a little closer, he could catch the dangerously rising tail sound, but he was hanging too high.
"I didn't expect it, I told you, I didn't expect it. It took a long time to find out that the operating system is too fucking familiar! Later, when the metal plate was removed, we drove your Millennium Falcon! Guess the source of fear is Who?"
"You." Li Zi's face was expressionless.
His missing emotions were complemented by all flashes, shy for a while, excited for a while, and over-compensated: "Why do you think we are so destined, such an unpopular game can be hit! At that time, I needed to know that the Millennium Falcon You, how can I go back to destroy you, I can carry a big sedan chair and send you to the top of the list!"
Li Zijin: "… "
Qi Shan: "It's a pity I can't record it. I played so beautifully in the game just now. I'm too familiar with the Tetris routine. It's like playing with it. It's indirectly helping you get revenge, right?"
Li Zi walked under the tree and opened his arms: "Come down."
His figure is still the thinness of a young man, and it looks like a younger brother is trying to catch his elder brother. Qi Shan is afraid that he will break his idol: "You can let Yan Ge come over."
Li Zijin didn't move, and looked up at him: "It's okay, come down, I have something to tell you."
Qi Shan's heartbeat accelerated, and he reached out to touch the hooked piece of clothing on his back, and pulled it down without hesitation, and his body fell freely.
Li Zi was struck unsteadily at the end and fell to the ground, but the moment Qi Shan threw himself on him, he wrapped his arms around him and firmly protected him.
The two fell together and were safe.
Qi Shan let himself press down on the idol, and was so happy that he had nothing to ask for in this life: "What do you want to say to me?"
Li Zijin was as calm as an emotionless killer: "You have been expelled from your fan membership."
At the same time, Zhu Mo, who was far away in Guizhou, received a WeChat private chat—
hbt: successful
The WeChat group is full of hilarity, this person asked him alone...
If it wasn't because of his status as an "embarrassed person", Zhu Mo really wanted to teach Han Buting to start a conversation.
Zou Jun saw that he was in a subtle mood towards the phone, and glanced at the screen casually: "Very... perverted? Who is this person?"
Zhu Mo was stunned, usually adding someone he didn't know well, he would change the other person's note to his real name for easy identification. When revising this one, because he was worried that the other party would send something out of his head one day and cause a misunderstanding, he took an extra turn, and the note became an acronym.
Now, he feels guilty.
Zou Jun also asked casually, turned around and rushed to the emoji battle with his mobile phone in his arms.
Zhu Mo changed Han Buting's remarks back, hesitated, and sent a reply: Mm.
Ordinary people, seeing such a word, should understand the meaning.
But Captain Han is no ordinary person.
Han Buting: Wrong
Zhu Mo's heart is tired, even more tired than crossing the border: No.
Han Buting: I am very happy.
"..." Zhu Mo had a subtle sense of oppression that was commented on by the old professor.
Han Buting: Wait for me.
After a few minutes.
Han Buting: Alright, let's continue.
Zhu Mo became curious: what did you do
Han Buting: Cancel the WeChat account.
red and black:?
Zhu Mo: Aren't you talking to me
Han Buting: Now I'm talking to you about the big one, and the one I'm canceling is the small one.
Zhu Mo: Why do you want to cancel
It's not surprising that one person has multiple WeChat IDs. What Zhu Mo couldn't understand is that he was talking to himself so well, why did he suddenly think of canceling the trumpet account
Han Buting: If you are willing to chat with me in a big one, you don't need a small one.
"..." He understood now.
Han Buting: I'll send you my resume when I go back. If you think it's ok, we'll move on to the next step.
CV? Next step? Zhu Mo knew every word when he saw it, but when he put it together, he was stunned. He couldn't think about it. When he thought about it, it was as if he saw a big pit, and a cold wind was blowing from the bottom of the pit.
Han Buting: You, you should understand what I mean
Zhu Mo took a deep breath, and the air in the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau finally calmed him down: Actually, he didn't quite understand.
He didn't want to know about his height, origin, hobbies, professional experience and all the weird information that might come up!
Han Buting: It's okay. You go back to the hotel first, have a good sleep, and come to Japan for a long time.
Sitting in the back row of the taxi together, Zou Jun saw Zhu Mo pressing the phone very seriously. On the screen was a page for modifying the name of the note on WeChat. The original note had been deleted, and Zhu Mo was entering three new words—very perverted.
"That's right, it's more straightforward to change Chinese." Zou Jun saw hbt last time, but this time it was very perverted. He didn't know that he had missed a change.
Han Buting, who is far away in Guangdong, did not know that he had a name for a short time before he became abnormal.
If there is another team that is seriously breaking through this night, it is the Wucai Charge Yagray Men's Team. At 4:37, the story line was in progress until the mother of the handsome senior b came to the school to find a teacher and reported that the bad boy d had damaged her children, the bad boy d was suspended from the class, and the handsome senior b did not dare to help him from the beginning to the end. In a word.
After popping up, the first thing Captain Ya Hui did was to scold him, and scold him with sincerity: "Scumbag!"
The plot staff who play the handsome senior B is an innocent team who do not know the truth. They have endured two opponents' schizophrenia for one night, especially himself. Under the force of the plot, he accompanied the bad boy repeatedly to death ktv. This boyfriend is comparable to a laborer, and he has such a reputation in the end.
Besides...
"Is this the plot you picked up!" The screenwriter dumped the blame on the actors, what logic!
But the two opponents didn't give them a shot at all. Ten people hugged each other, shouted and danced, festively like a wedding best man group.
Yingjun Senior B also owes it, so he couldn't help but be curious, and asked, "What are you guys enjoying? What's been successful?"
"Senior," the bad boy d Xiaojiuhong, still keeping his habit of calling him, "From now on, you, us, and all the people in the first thirteen levels, no longer need to enter the owl!"
The handsome senior B and his teammates, the five were in uniform, took a half step back, turned around and stopped the taxi.
Crazy, absolutely.
The Yue Shuai team and the broom team, both in Henan but in different cities, were talking on the phone at this time.
Yue Shuai: "How do you plan to celebrate?"
Broom Captain: "Wait a minute to spread the door and drink a bowl of Hu spicy soup."
Yue Shuai: "You know how to eat when you're promising. Can't you be healthy and slim?"
Broom Captain: "Like?"
Yue Shuai: "For example, when traveling, I finally have time and mood, so I don't have to run around, take this opportunity to go to Henan."
The broom captain: "I've come here so many times, but I haven't turned around. Do you want to go to Luoyang to see Peony, or Kaifeng to find Bao Zheng, we will all accompany you."
Yue Shuai: "Songshan Shaolin Temple."
Broom Captain: "..."
Fu Wenqing and Wang Dianran, the two captains, one in Hunan and the other in Jiangxi, reacted the same after they popped up - they were calm and looked up at the sky like a philosopher.
The teammates of the two teams had to hold down the urge to celebrate and ask cautiously, "Captain, what are you thinking?"
Fu Wenqing raised his head and didn't move. He actually thought a lot, but in the end, he only said one sentence, with a silence that penetrated life and death: "In this life, I mean this life, don't let me see flying chess again. ."
Wang Dianran wore his curly hair, recalling the big pumpkin he sat all night, and his eyes longed: "I want to drink pumpkin porridge."
They have the joy of success in their hearts, but this joy is covered by greater peace and tenderness. That peace comes from the nightmare that has finally ended, from the return to normal life, from the trivial but precious fireworks.
At 4:37 Beijing time, in two hours, the city will wake up.
Mao Qiping will bring his wife's favorite food home early, and will soon know that he needs to find another job. President Chi will start a busy day, and in the near future, he will receive a notice of dissolution of the Beijing branch of Owl Walk.