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"what happened?"

Huai Shi puzzled.

"Huai Shi...Do you often have violent impulses towards the kindergarten friends?" Luo Lao solemnly put on his reading glasses and said with earnest advice: "I know a good psychologist, should I introduce it to you? ?"

"...Can you stop hurting me!"

"But you are too wicked!"

Old Luo shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands with a look of shock: "Look at what you said! What are you thinking about? Going to participate in the knife hunting? You are of a certain generation, so why bother to bully children?"

When talking like this, I forget how happy I was when I abused food.

Huai Shi rolled her eyes and was immediately embarrassed: "I am only 18! Why did you bully the child?"

"People and their physique cannot be generalized, you see that you were once extremely angry... Forget it, let alone, in short, it would be too shameful to ask you to participate in the knife hunt. I don't care about the person who lost the ivory tower, but You better let go of the orchard, it is not easy for me to run a gym."

The dignified king of Tanba, the self-appointed ruler in Kyoto, and the sword hunter who went to the nobility to participate in the dojo, were not so lost.

Even if it's fun to hit children, it can't be played in broad daylight...

Huai Shi didn't care, Luo Lao also wanted to be so faceless.

Fame is not like this.

Huai Shi was furious: "Then what do you tell me about this!"

"When did I say I let you go?" Luo Lao asked back, patted the table and said, "Let your two students go! The master has something to do with the disciples, otherwise, what should I teach the students?"

"..."

Huai Shi was stunned, and suddenly felt that what he said seemed to make sense, but what wasn't quite right-co-owning this is after the bottom of MLM development went off the assembly line, after becoming the leader, turned over and started to oppress the newcomers? Read wonderful novels for free without pop-ups!

"Wait, what if there is something short and long!" Huai Shi sighed, worriedly retorted, "This is the student I taught myself!"

"No more money, get out!"

"Oh, that's all right..."

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"Then, that's the case with the knife hunter, and the editor can't help it."

After dinner, Huai Shi reluctantly said to the two students: "Just be an extracurricular internship, considering your age, it's time for you two to come out and meet the world. Let's live first, match second, and meet ideas. Don't go up if you are hard..."

"Okay, don't be fussy."

Mr. Luo couldn't listen anymore, interrupted him, and said forcefully: "Don't worry, I know your level too. The old man from Shangquan can get a hundred pieces again. You just make do with it. I will get two hundred of them back!"

"..."

The original fate was still calm, but Lin Jiu, who had a blue nose and a swollen face, twitched.

Why does it double up with just one touch?

This is to let them fight the face of the dojo, to make a difference with the sword master?

Cannon fodder, river pawn, tool man... a lot of things that didn't come out of my mind instantly.

"Ahem, two hundred is a bit too much."

Huai Shi coughed, thought about it, and said, "It's all three hundred."

? ? ?

Before Lin Jiu's 100,000 question marks appeared, he saw his teacher give him a meaningful look.

"Three hundred for two people." Huai Shi continued, "you can steal them any way you want. You can't miss one, do you understand?"

Xiao Nineteen was taken aback, then nodded frantically.

Not only did the teacher lose a hundred of his lips, but also became a total of two people. In a disguised form, Xiao Nineteen reduced the pressure that he did not know, and gave him the opportunity to hold Yuanyuan's thigh.

He was immediately relieved.

There are only teachers in the world...

Moved tears streamed down his face.

After the two left, Luo Lao took a leisurely sip of tea, then looked up at Huai Shi, somewhat dissatisfied.

"Huai Shi, children who are too accustomed to it will be unspeakable, and they will not be promising in the future."

"That can't be helped, right?"

Huai Shi shook her head indifferently, "When I was a child, I dreamed that someone would be used to me. In fact, no one cares about a wild child except the teacher. Half of my achievements today come from her mercy. , And half of it comes from another black-hearted woman who is always used to me..."

He thought for a while and said seriously: "Actually, it doesn't matter if people are used to it. At most, they can do stupid things with their brains. It doesn't matter if they are not promising."

Luo Lao sneered, "Are you spoiling students too much?"

"Shouldn't it?" Huai Shi asked back, "If even the teacher doesn't love his students, the world is a bit too indifferent, right?"

Old Luo glanced at him and withdrew his gaze, but couldn't help shaking his head after a long time.

"You are such a good teacher, Huai Shi."

"What about you?" Huai Shi asked.

"I'm not……"

The old man put down his teacup and said nothing.

On the TV, the live broadcast of Tomorrow’s News came.

Huai Shi sat by the window lazily basking in the moonlight, as if the whole person had become a plant.

Next, it depends on the children's performance.

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Huangquan Hirazaka.

Gorgeous Yingzhou sore.

Under the shining of countless neon lights, a piece of color is intoxicated.

This is the city of eternal night, like the legendary Yellow Spring Kingdom, day and night. Once upon a time, this was the exile of the Yingzhou lineage, but with the changes from generation to generation, it has become one of the largest trading markets in the entire Asian region.

The impossible zone monopolized by the agents of all parties is a tax haven for the rich.

After getting out of the car, the teenagers and girls with mission stood on the street, looking up at the stars and dark night formed by the flashing lights.

A hustle and bustle.

"Sword hunting has started for seven days." said the forest hut, "we came a little late."

"It's okay." Yuan Yuan thought for a while, and said seriously: "Two days is enough. If you hurry up, one day."

She said, "I'm two hundred and you are a hundred. How about? I try to take as much as possible, and you should not patronize the paddling..."

"I don't want to paddle." The hut in the forest helplessly: "But I really can't beat it."

This is true.

The bruise on his face hasn't disappeared yet, and there is still a trace of iron light. It is Huaishi's silver blood medicine.

In the past half month, Luo's old man has come back out of the world with joy and built his happiness on the pain of his own generations of students.

The original fate is fortunate. The foundation laid by both the original family and Huai Shi is solid enough. After Huai Shi’s playing style has been inherited, all that is left is massive practice.

To put it simply, the old man was beaten up three times a day in the morning and night, eating and summing up experience in the middle.

But Lin XIX was miserable, unilaterally, tortured...

Seeing him at the first glance, Luo Lao made the same judgment as Huai Shi: rotten wood cannot be carved.

It is unrealistic to expect this little brother to meet people face-to-face, but it is too embarrassing and will inevitably be cleaned up, so he can only do something wrong.

Don't ask him to beat others, just ask him not to be beaten to death by others.

The positive output is no longer expected.

Just run fast.

After giving up all the drummer training, focus on the changes in Yubu.

And Lin Jiu lived up to Luo Lao's high hopes, squeezed out all the potential under the shadow of the old man Happy Stick, running faster than Huai Shi.

But this is not an escape contest, running fast is useless.

Relying on the teacher at home, you can only rely on the younger sister when going out.

In order to be able to continue to cook meals alive, not ashamed...

"So, what are you going to do?" he asked.

Yuan Yuan thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Where is the most lively place here?"

When dealing with the alliance affairs, Lin XIX did not run here for a while. After thinking about it, he replied: "Two places, Central Avenue and Dome Plaza."

"Then Central Avenue." Yuan Yuan said.

Lin Jiu was completely stupid: "...Wait, don't you think about it?"

"The original family never considered the place when fighting."

Yuan Yuan glanced at him, lifted the piano box beside him, and left.

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Half an hour later, Huangquan Biliangzaka, the busiest place on Central Business Avenue, in front of the bustling people, Yuanyuan put down the piano box, raised his hand, propped up the high chair, and put it on the road.

It's like a wandering luthier preparing to perform.

It's just that the location of the performance is really not a place.

Right at the crossroads.

Right in the center.

The girl in the gray skirt leaned on the chair, silently staring at the cars coming and going, letting countless cars pass by. I didn't seem to notice how eye-catching I was, and didn't know how much attention he attracted.

"Little girl, this is not the place where you performed." The patrol guard walked to the side and reminded her: "You shouldn't be here."

"Don't worry, I will sit for a while."

Yuan Yuan replied: "Are you going to drive me away?"

"Why, I'm not a traffic policeman." The guard was too lazy to get into trouble: "But if someone wants to be in charge, it may not be so polite, and it may not be..."

He thought for a while, and found an adjective seriously: "'Friendly'."

"rest assured."

Yuanyuan smiled, "I'm not afraid."

The guard shrugged, turned and left, holding his own sandwich for dinner, standing not far from the intersection, opened his mouth and watched and ate it without forgetting to take off the thermos cup to drink tea.

"It's so beautiful."

The middle-aged man next to him was leaning on the telephone pole, smoking a cigarette, staring at the girl's gray skirt rising in the wind, and couldn't help smiling.

"Do you care?" the guard asked.

"I do not care."

The man who should be in charge smoked, "Why should I care?"

"I thought she would hinder you from doing business."

"Net nonsense, such a pretty little girl sat there like a sign, attracting so many people's attention. I really want her to sit there all night."

The smoking man shrugged: "Look at ~lightnovelpub.net~ People are beautiful and always have privileges."

"All right." The guard swallowed the salmon slices squeezed from the edge of the sandwich, ate the last two bites, wiped his mouth and threw the paper into the trash can.

He said: "You have the final say here."

"It's just that other people may not be so polite." The guard said: "She looks like my daughter, a little thinner than her. I'm afraid someone will trouble her."

The smoker was amused. "If she doesn't want to make trouble, why should she move a chair and sit on the road? She can do it."

"What if she can't figure it out?"

The man thought for a while, and said seriously: "I'll get it done, and then pay, we must let her sit in front of our clothing store for a whole year..."

The guard couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Under the neon lights in the distance, someone finally couldn't help it.

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