"Big, white and vegetable!"
There was a loud sound, and the figure of Xian Zihang, a Chinese cabbage, appeared at the door of the office, angrily and with a bit of pride: "I am a Chinese cabbage, but I was awarded the imperial title after being slapped by the golden mouth and jade teeth of the boy. So Bo, that jade cabbage." it is me."
"National treasure jade cabbage!"
"Are you worthy of being the national treasure jade cabbage?"
Xian Zihang suddenly became furious and turned around: "Why didn't I..."
Suddenly, Xian Zihang stood still and looked straight at me, his eyes falling out.
"child……"
"Two arms!"
He glanced sideways at the two-armed young man, Dabaicai, and climbed up to the second floor.
"Hahaha... I am a two-armed cabbage. Did you hear that? The boy who just slapped me said it himself."
"Slap boy? Where is he? Let me see. Let me see."
"Dabaicai asked me to go out. I want to ask the slap boy for an autograph."
"I want it too. I want it too."
"Are you worthy enough to ask for an autograph from the slap boy? Pull him down quickly."
My ears were filled with the nonsense of the two-armed youths, and suddenly a stern voice came: "What are you doing? Do you still need discipline in the examination room? Anyone who doesn't want to take the examination can get out."
In less than two seconds, the stern scolding voice suddenly screamed: "What? The slap boy? Where is it? You all go back and sit down. I'll go find the slap boy... to get an autograph and shake hands. Come back to me Shake hands with you again."
"ha!"
"Hahaha!"
"It turns out that the supervisor is also a fan of Slap Boy."
"Nonsense. In the whole headquarters, from the 90-year-old grandma to the 19-year-old newcomer, there is no one who is not a fan of Slap Boy."
"In the past fifty years, who else has dared to slap the boss of the competition committee!"
"Since the comprehensive assessment was held at the headquarters until now, there have only been five triple crown winners in individual events. He is the sixth!"
"In terms of score alone, his score has surpassed the top three and ranked second."
"Do you know how popular Slap Tong is now?"
"The generals of Tian Hong San and Te Mi are fighting to death for him."
"It's about Zhu Dunru's poem. I am the Landscape Master of the Qing Dynasty, and I was assigned to Shu Kuang by the Heavenly Cult. I once granted coupons for rain and wind, and borrowed moon stamps from clouds when I was tired!"
"Just one word, crazy!"
"This poem of yours is outdated. Pan Xiaoli from the Daughter Kingdom gave me a poem, which is worthy of the status of a slap boy."
"What poem?"
"Except for the three layers of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of...white clothes!"
"***! My dick exploded!"
"What a fortress. ***!"
"Ah, ah, ah, this poem by Pan Xiaoli is good, but there is one that is even better."
"Think quickly, think quickly."
"Speed speed."
"The mountains are in my arms, and you are in my dreams."
"***. My dick exploded."
"That's a good sentence. It's grand yet still affectionate. It's amazing!"
"Who wrote this sentence? Do you have the full text?"
"Who wrote it? Besides Lin Chaoxi, Mu Qingqing and Leng Yue, who else could write such an awesome poem?"
"It must be Lin Chaoxi. She is the best. Her literary talents are so impressive that even those two-armed writers from the Old Summer Palace are convinced."
"I think it's Leng Yue! She is the most talented woman in the headquarters!"
"I think it's Leng Yue too."
"I think it's Mu Qingqing!"
Just when a group of two-armed people were arguing, a sharp, murderous scolding sounded in Building 4.
"I didn't write it. I, Mu Qingqing, can't write such a disgusting poem!"
Hearing Mu Qingqing's voice, I immediately felt an ominous feeling and decided to go to the toilet.
But the next second another serious and stern voice told me to stop.
"Battle No. 444
friendly! "
I lowered my eyes and turned around to salute Kong Guqingsong who was standing at the door of the conference room. I responded solemnly with a straight face: "Friends No. 5."
The intangible cultural heritage female Gu Master Pan Xiaoli stood quietly, her proud and graceful figure reflected the ginkgo tree behind her, enchanting, beautiful and sassy.
However, the look in the eyes of the king of a female kingdom was so evil and vulgar!
You just think of me as your younger brother?
I just asked the holy monk quietly without singing, if my daughter is beautiful!
How unreasonable!
After finishing this round, go back and design a customized maid outfit!
"Comrade No. 444. There are still two rounds of competition. I will persist until the end. I must defeat my comrade once."
Pan Xiaoli Ruifeng looked into my eyes without blinking, full of perseverance and strength: "Comrades, please do your best!"
"Otherwise, I won't give in!"
The words of the intangible cultural heritage female Gu Master were full of tragedy, and she had a bad intention of dying with me.
After three rounds of competition, I scored 370 points. According to the agreement between me and Pan Xiaoli, she has already lost!
I lost my pants!
Not only did she lose her pants, but Lin Chaoxi and Huang Shengyang also lost!
If you want to beat me in the next two rounds, unless the sun comes out from the west.
I nodded calmly, held my head high and responded loudly: "I will definitely live up to the high expectations of my comrades."
"Comrade, please rest assured. Every time I draw my sword, I will return with blood!"
The King of the Daughter Kingdom didn't seem to hear the meaning of my words. He lowered his hand and shook my hand actively. His voice was like a spring oriole, revealing endless indescribable emotions.
There is one part worship, one part admiration and one part admiration.
Three points of wishful thinking!
The rest is all Chiguoguo's ulterior desire for me!
"Thank you, comrades, for your all-out effort."
That elegant and elegant oval face was a bit downcast, and the heroic eyebrows lacked the confidence and pride of the past.
It can be seen that Fuhao Pan was hit hard!
The war letter written by this heroine who conquered the world and killed the white-skinned aliens in rivers of blood was written in the letter of war, but it contained the heroic words of "Let's see if we can learn from today's land, who will conquer the world."
Now, after three rounds, Fu Hao Pan didn't even see my taillight.
This feeling of being slapped in the face is so good!
After shaking hands solemnly, I asked Pan Xiaoli seriously: "Excuse me, comrade. Is that poem written by a comrade? Who deserves white clothes in the world, except for the three layers of snow on the king's body?"
"Yes, comrade No. 444."
Pan Xiaoli responded solemnly, her expression as usual: "That day when my comrades handed over the mission, I saw that their bodies were covered with dirt. The dirt reminded me of the heavy snowfall last year."
