Chapter 3021 Chapter 3023 [How to write dead characters]

  Afterwards, Xiang Nan helped the third, fourth, and fifth children get rid of the cold poison, so that they also regained their health.

   "Okay, we've settled our accounts." Xiang Nan clapped his hands, glanced at the crowd and said, "If you have any dissatisfaction, welcome to come to me. I have no other ability, but to deal with all kinds of dissatisfaction."

  No one dared to look at him.

  No matter how hooligan they are or how high school they are, they also know who they dare to mess with and who they dare not mess with.

   As far as the ability Xiang Nan showed just now, he is no different from a god. No matter how dare they fight him, they might not know how they died.

  No matter how stupid they are, they also know how to write the word "death", so how dare they go against Xiang Nan again.

  Xiang Nan then sneered twice, stood up and stood up.

  When everyone saw it, they hurried out of the way, lest Xiang Nan would be upset and take it out on someone else.

  Xiang Nan raised his head out of the box and left the Xiyuan restaurant.

  The rest of the people looked at me and I looked at you. They all let out a sigh of relief, followed by half of them paralyzed on the ground.

  What they saw and heard just now really scared them to death, even scarier than seeing a ghost.

   "Damn it, Tang Haibing, is he really your petty boy? Your petty pettyness is too awesome."

   "What is the origin of your childhood? Could it be a fairy descending from the earth, or a fairy reincarnated?"

   "Is Tata Ma still a person? Who is as powerful as him? Jackie Chan and Li Lianjie can't do it, right?"

   "In the future, if you want to trouble him, you can trouble him, but don't tell me to come here~"

  They said one after another, all scared to death by Xiang Nan.

  …

  Afterwards, Tang Haibing called Xiang Nan, "Chen Xun, our brothers have agreed that we will not trouble Fang Hui again."

   "Yes, thanks." Xiang Nan nodded.

   "However, I still want to remind you that that woman is really not simple, you'd better be careful." Tang Haibing persuaded again.

  "Hai Bing, we are young, and I would like to advise you, don't be blinded by others, let alone follow others' opinions." Xiang Nan asked, "How much do you know about Fang Hui and Li He? Are you really sure that they are a couple? Do you really think that Li He's death was caused by Fang Hui's instigation, not because of his own ability to fight with others?

  Hai Bing, you and I are both from that age, who doesn’t know who. A little gangster, who was fascinated by watching "Bewitched Boy", thought he was the big brother and Chen Haonan, he insisted on pestering other little girls to make friends, and he insisted on competing with a group of gangsters to be jealous and fierce. Do you think others are to blame for his death?

  Hai Bing, you are not young anymore, you are almost an adult, you should have your own judgment and plan. I hope you don't hang around anymore, if you hang out with those little ruffians, you will die sooner or later. "

   "Fuck, it's not me who wants you to be a kid, I'm too lazy to care about your life and death." Tang Haibing couldn't help but cursed when he saw that he was stubborn.

   "Fuck, if it wasn't for me, I wouldn't bother to talk to you." Xiang Nan said, and then both of them hung up the phone.

  …

  School starts on Monday.

  Lin Jiamo brought a new gadget, the backgammon repeater.

   This product was very popular at the time, and the advertisements on TV were overwhelming, saying that it would help students learn English and that it could record without tapes.

  In fact, people now know that the reason why it does not use tapes for recording is because there is a memory inside, which can store a short recording.

  But at the time, it was indeed a relatively new thing, so everyone tried it out one after another, and everyone was very envious.

   "Good news, good news, life is like a joke, my words are like nonsense~" Zhao Ye played with the repeater.

  Listening to the recording from the repeater, the students all burst into laughter.

   At this moment, Hou Jia, the head teacher, came in, "Okay, everyone be quiet, I have an announcement to make."

   "Good news, good news..." The repeater came out again.

  When Zhao Ye heard this, he quickly turned off the repetition mechanism.

   "It's like this. The school received a temporary notice. In order to balance the honor of each school, the superior gave our school the opportunity to participate in the 50th anniversary celebration. So the dance of our class was cancelled." Hou Jia explained.

  The students were all disappointed when they heard this.

  They have been rehearsing for half a month, and they are looking forward to participating in the National Day. But now it is announced that it will be cancelled, and everyone is very depressed for a while.

   "Okay, okay, I also understand everyone's feelings at the moment. After all, you have put in so many days of hard work." Hou Jia clapped his hands and said, "Fortunately, this experience is still very unforgettable. I hope everyone can calm down and focus on studying."

  Hearing what she said, the students had no choice but to nod.

  …

  Although everyone cannot participate in the 50th anniversary celebration, the school has prepared some projects to welcome the National Day.

  One of them is the new blackboard newspaper evaluation.

  But this time, Xiang Nan didn't ask Fang Hui for help, but directly started by himself, drawing a giant dragon on the blackboard, with the body of the dragon forming fifty crosses.

  Beside it, there are auspicious clouds, cranes, white pigeons, and the words "Happy National Day" written in big regular script. In terms of exquisiteness and complexity, it is much stronger than the big tree that Fang Hui painted.

   "Wow, Chen Xun, did you draw this? It's really beautiful."

   "Damn, this dragon is drawn like the real one, it's so imposing!"

   "Chen Xun, why didn't I know how you learned how to draw?"

  The students looked at Xiang Nan's blackboard newspaper and exclaimed in amazement.

   "Chen Xun, can you draw?" Fang Hui asked in surprise.

  The blackboard newspapers drawn by Xiang Nan, no matter the layout, lines, light changes, or size ratios, are all very well drawn. Even a blind person can see that it is really much better than her.

  Compared with Xiang Nan's paintings, her paintings are simply the works of elementary school students. But she obviously heard from Xiang Nan that he didn't know how to draw at all, and when he picked up the brush, his hands kept shaking.

   Dare to love, all of them are lying to her.

   "I never said that I can't draw." Xiang Nan smiled and said, "I just said that I tremble when I pick up the brush, but it doesn't mean I can't draw well."

   "Then why did you still ask me to draw a poster?" Fang Hui asked suspiciously.

   "Fool, I didn't want to create opportunities for us to get along." Xiang Nan laughed.

  Fang Hui blushed suddenly, and then gave Xiang Nan a white look, "Is there anything else you are hiding from me?"

   "It's gone, it's really gone." Xiang Nan waved his hands again and again, "If there is any more, just curse me for thunder..."

  When Fang Hui heard this, he waved his hands quickly, "Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, I just believe you."

   "Don't worry, it's too late for me to love you, how can I have the heart to lie to you." Xiang Nan said, "If it wasn't for getting in touch with you, I wouldn't hide the fact that I can paint."

   "Yes." Fang Hui nodded.

  (end of this chapter)