Bu Liuxing was sitting at the desk, motionless.
He bit his nails nervously and looked down to see the ruby gleaming on the amulet.
At this moment, he could clearly feel that the manuscript paper on the table had an extraordinary attraction for him.
The strange attraction was beyond the realm of ordinary things—it was definitely not his desire to read.
Just like the feeling of hunger or thirst, when you see a beautiful woman wearing a miniskirt on the street, you will involuntarily glance over and take a closer look.
His lips were dry and his eyes were straight. Time passed minute by minute, and every second was so long to A Xing.
"You can't watch it...you absolutely can't watch it!"
Only then did Bu Liuxing understand what Teacher Victor meant by "knight contest".
This is not a simple endurance contest.
——It’s a competition between their mental strength.
There is definitely something wrong with those manuscript papers. There is very powerful magic or superpower attached to them.
Ah Xing looked solemnly at the bookcase, which was filled with diaries of other passengers.
From the deeper corner of the bookshelf, in the darker place, there were several black shadows, which seemed to be mice.
Those tiny sounds made Ah Xing nervous and his eyes turned red.
If the description in the crew instructions is correct - then there is no doubt that David Victor is an armadillo hunter.
After Teacher Victor left, the sense of oppression gradually disappeared, allowing Bu Liuxing's brain to find a ray of clarity amid the fear.
Thinking of what he had experienced in the past ten minutes, he suddenly came back to his senses. Perhaps there were many passengers who were attracted by the article in the Sun Times like him, like insects that smelled the smell of carrion and took the initiative to crash into the piranha. mouth.
Want to understand this——
——Bu Liuxing immediately took out his mobile phone.
But his thumb stayed on the unlock button and he couldn't press it anymore - at this moment, he felt very ashamed.
"When I separated from Brother Xueming, I promised him that I would try my luck with other passengers, but what am I doing...what am I doing!"
He slapped his cheeks, trying to wake up from the attraction of the manuscript. He was annoyed and sad, and stamped his feet in anger.
"I can't cause him any more trouble! He said that if I can ask him something useful, he will be very happy... I rarely see Brother Xueming laugh, and I can make him laugh. It’s very, very important!”
He finally understood-
——Why does the old passenger who keeps his clothes outside the toilet door always like to talk to himself?
In this underground world, there are many fatal temptations that lead to crazy pursuits. Sometimes, even the brain will betray itself and believe wrong signals and wrong instructions as truth.
Only by speaking out your inner thoughts and constantly strengthening the impression can you avoid being dominated by confusing hallucinations.
Just when Bu Liuxing learned from the pain and was about to get up and leave. Another strong sense of shame tugged at his legs.
It was as if two cold hands had grabbed his ankle, and he could no longer walk.
"I promised Victor... to help him guard this manuscript."
Bu Liuxing's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the sound of gasping like an ox came from this big man who was 1.9 meters tall.
"From the moment we met, the teacher never put on any airs with me. He opened his heart to me, a stranger. He confided his troubles and asked for help, even if he was an armadillo hunter, even if he was an enemy. I accepted this challenge. Never give up and break your promise!”
There are five minutes left——
——Victor will be back in five minutes at the earliest and nine minutes at the latest.
"In order to write a good story, he cut his hand open, just like fulfilling his promise to the readers. The teacher must be a person who keeps his word and write a living and bloody severed hand - does it hurt? It must be very painful..."
Bu Liuxing pursed his lips, hugged each other with his hands, his eyes were filled with anger and he would never admit defeat.
"How can I live up to his expectations? If I promise him something, I must do it. Otherwise, how can I defeat him?"
He swallowed nervously, but his eyes gradually shifted towards the manuscript paper on the desk involuntarily.
"Even if the teacher is a hunter... I have to wait until after the duel to ask him clearly before I consider whether to punch him - the teacher is only 1.8 meters tall and doesn't look strong at all. I don't know how to fight at all. Don’t be afraid of him.”
He stretched out his hand suddenly, lifted his chin, and forced his head to straighten.
"No...bu meteor..."
Axing said to himself fiercely.
"You can't peek, don't be impatient."
Just at this time--
- David Victor is back.
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The great writer who behaved strangely opened the door.
Bu Liuxing stood up immediately as if he had escaped from hell. "Teacher! Are you back? Do you think I have won?"
"No..." Victor apologized: "The train has just entered the 70th District of the North. It's a bit cold. I came back to change clothes, and I only wore pajamas to go to the dining car. I'm afraid it's not polite."
"Oh...that's it." Bu Liuxing sat back and stared at the time on the waterproof watch uneasily. Less than two minutes had passed.
After Victor changed his clothes, he slowly walked out of the door and asked Ah Xing a question before leaving.
"I'm sorry to make you happy in vain. You didn't peek at my manuscript, did you?"
"Don't worry, teacher!" Bu Liuxing immediately replied: "I won't watch! No matter how many times you come back to change clothes, I feel very good, and it will be no problem if you ask me to stay for another half hour!"
Hearing Ah Xing's answer, Victor stood by the door with a dejected expression and a deep sense of loss. It took a long time to recover from the sad mood and become energetic again.
"Not bad... That's good, Bu Liuxing, your eyes are really good. If I can get your diary, it will be a very exciting life!"
Axing asked more: "Teacher...you..."
"Yes, I am a hunter." Victor spoke uprightly: "In order to write a more powerful story, I won your diary through duels again and again. Just like the famous author Hemingway, he grasped the good news The shameful love affairs of friends, even at the risk of friendship rupture, I want to write these materials into the book and turn them into a beautiful thing for readers."
Ah Xing was silent——
- He would rarely be completely silent, completely quiet.
After Victor left and went to prepare coffee seriously, and the suffocating sense of oppression dissipated, Ah Xing finally became alert - the competition had officially begun.
"In this case, I can't lose even more..."
He opened his phone in a panic and flipped through his diary.
His and Jiang Xueming's mobile phone data had been copied from each other. It was a common investigation record between the two of them. It was impossible to separate a single person's log.
There is a lot of information about Jiang Xueming, including his affair with Mrs. Canaan, as well as Jiang Bailu and Panacea.
He thought carefully about how terrifying it would be for Brother Xueming if these things were published in the newspapers.
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David Victor walked all the way to the dining car.
As he passed the carriages, the noisy guests suddenly became quiet.
It wasn't until he left that the guests returned to normal from the oppressive feeling and started talking quietly in private.
"That's the VIP in the VIP carriage."
"Which one is it?"
"David Victor - BOSS likes him very much and is a translator."
"When he passed me, I felt like I was being grabbed by the throat..."
"These distinguished guests always have an almost crazy obsession, which is really disturbing."
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Mr. Victor had already changed into some decent clothes.
He put on a small dress and tight leather pants, looking very energetic. On her feet are bright red cocked-toe cloth boots, a dark soft velvet scarf and silver hair accessories set off the big golden curly hair. There is also a belt made of seventeen silver medal decorative buckles on her waist, and she is playing with a pen in one hand. , holding a square doctor's bag in one hand - looking very flamboyant.
From the cold land in the north, the cold wind carrying frost and mist blew in from outside the carriage. Many guests had already pulled down the windows. When they saw the gorgeous writer passing by, they couldn't help but shrink their heads and hide. Go to the other side of the cold car window.
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Victor came to the dining car, took out a few ingredients for Mrs. White's coffee from the heavy doctor's bag and started making coffee.
At this moment, Jiang Xueming had just entered the dining car - he was still worried, thinking of Bu Liuxing being so fascinated by all kinds of things that he couldn't find the north. Xueming only waited for about ten minutes before deciding to get up and look for it.
Until Xueming bumped into this weirdly dressed blond curly guy in the dining car.
What was different from the other passengers was that this blond curly man had no intention of actively avoiding him, and he was not afraid at all.
This made Xue Ming pay more attention, put on a businessman's fake smile, and took the initiative to say hello.
"Hello! What's your name, sir?"
Victor fiddled with the bottles and cans on the dining table, ignoring Jiang Xueming and immersed himself in the process of making coffee.
Jiang Xueming came closer, saw clearly the appearance of the person in front of him, and asked slowly, "Hello! My name is Jiang Xueming, what do you call me sir?"
"David Victor." After hearing the visitor's real name, Victor responded politely.
Jiang Xueming then took out a cigarette from his pocket, but Victor stopped him with his eyes.
So Xueming put away the cigarettes and didn't take out his phone to show the photos, not wanting to leave any strange tail.
he asked next.
"Mr. Victor, have you met my friend?"
"how does he look like?"
"He is tall, about 1.9 meters tall. He looks very lovable and friendly."
"Are the eyes big? I'm not sure if he's the person you're talking about."
"Yes, he has big eyes and wears a passenger's universal spiritual suit."
"Any other characteristics?"
"She doesn't look very smart, loves to cry, gets angry easily, and can't control her emotions well."
"Is he your friend?"
"A very important friend."
Immediately afterwards, the two of them stopped talking.
Victor's emerald-like eyes stared closely at Xueming. He is like a scanner, trying to see clearly the story of Xueming.
Jiang Xueming, on the other hand, did not shy away, and made a circle to Victor's side, blocking most of the aisle.
——If Xueming doesn't get out of the way, Victor won't be able to return the way he came.
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Victor finally answered: "Well, he's in my car."
"Are you making coffee for him?" Jiang Xueming asked, "Can you take me to see him?"
Victor continued: "It will probably take a few minutes. Could you do me a little favor? Answer a few questions for me."
Jiang Xueming then replied: "No problem, if you want me to help you with anything, feel free to ask if you have any questions."
"What flavor does your friend like?"
"Thirteen percent sugar, he likes sweets very much."
“What about acidity?”
"You have to ask his waiter. I don't understand coffee."
"Then let's go by the normal rules. Is he particular about coffee latte art and mixing methods?"
"You have to ask his waiter."
"Then help me find two packets of sugar and two boxes of milk, can you?"
"no problem."
"Jiang Xueming, if you want to find him, why don't you call him?"
"I want him to meet some new friends in the car and ask about our destination. But calling him suddenly may affect the quality of his social life. Mr. Victor, think about it carefully. If you and this The young man was chatting happily, but suddenly he has to take an emergency call, and he doesn’t know when he will come back, so I’m afraid it will ruin your fun.”
"You are right, you are very thoughtful." A cheerful smile appeared on Victor's face.
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Just in the few minutes it takes to brew coffee.
Jiang Xueming felt very strange - he felt very comfortable talking to this stranger.
The other party's method of making coffee and his attitude towards food are very serious. He is a very professional barista.
Just one question——
——Xue Ming can smell the perfume of Meteor from this guy, and can also smell the smell of incense and blood.
He did not immediately identify these sharp and terrifying features, but quietly waited for Mr. Victor to speak on his own.
If Bu Liuxing has encountered something unexpected, he can't do anything. If Bu Liuxing is still a hostage in the opponent's hands, he can't do anything either.
In this awkward social context, he felt very passive.
He had no choice but to make insinuations from various topics to find a sense of security.
"Mr. Victor, are you a barista? I think your way of making coffee is very professional..."
"No, I am an author who writes articles for newspapers, mainly novels. Coffee can calm me down and excite me."
"Um..."
Victor asked more, "Jiang Xueming, you seem to be very worried about me."
Jiang Xueming explained, "There is always a feeling of uneasiness when you go out."
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It's the beginning of the [competition].
Only three minutes have passed.
The coffee filtrate drips from the container and falls into the sparkling White Lady's solution of tea.
Victor took up the topic of [uneasiness] from Xueming's mouth.
"It seems that the teacher recited Lu Xun's text during class. You happen to remember every word of "Weeds", but you still feel uneasy in your heart, right?"
"This statement is quite strange." Xueming looked at the liquid in the coffee cup, "Mr. Victor, can you explain it to me in detail?"
"This uneasy feeling comes from two points. One of them may be that the teacher doesn't know how to memorize "Weeds" at all. Maybe the text that needs to be memorized is "The Scream."" Victor couldn't find the spoon and had a problem at the table. .
Jiang Xueming understood the meaning immediately, and rummaged through the tableware in the cupboard with Victor. He continued, "Yes, I'm on this train. I'm just afraid that all kinds of unexpected troubles will suddenly appear."
Mr. Victor finished his sentence while searching, "The second point is that you memorized both collections of essays, but the teacher feinted and had no intention of calling your name."
"Yes... I have prepared many, many things for this trip. If they are not used, it will feel like a waste of time." Jiang Xueming found a pair of chopsticks: "Victor, are you going to stir the coffee? Use Can you use chopsticks? There are no spoons here."
"No." Victor's eyes were kind and he explained with all his heart: "A spoon is a spoon, and chopsticks are chopsticks. Just like the text, they cannot be confused. Even the stirring process will make the coffee taste different."
This rigorous and serious attitude gave Jiang Xueming an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
"Well...you're right...I..."
The next second, Jiang Xueming was stunned and didn't speak anymore.
Because he clearly saw that the cup of coffee on the table next to Victor was originally a mess, with fluorescence, milk stains, and many messy brown spots.
When they look down for the spoon and then look up again.
Just a few dozen seconds——
——The coffee has been stirred.
For a moment, under the protection of spiritual clothing, Xueming's inspiration had been wrapped up in layers of psychic clothing, and he could still feel -
——There seemed to be something beside Mr. Victor that helped him complete the work of stirring the coffee.
Just now, Xueming could vaguely see a faint whip-shaped outline in the mist coming out of the teapot, which seemed to be a tail.
It is like a soft, boneless long worm, a spiritual snake made of bright red flames. The shape of its tail tip is like a wanton and frivolous heart that has just left the coffee cup.
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This extraordinary stimulation of inspiration made Jiang Xueming involuntarily vigilant - Victor seemed to be harboring some kind of demon.
"One cup is ready. I need to wait for it to cool down for a while before I make the second cup." Victor said while continuing to fiddle with the container. "It will probably take a few minutes."
Jiang Xueming no longer took the initiative to speak and only acted as a listener.
Victor was busy at the kitchen counter and talked about empathy again.
"Actually, I'm just like you, Jiang Xueming - I also have many, many [uneasy] feelings in my life."
"I write novels for the Sun-Times, and every time I start writing, that uneasy feeling comes over me, like God is grabbing me by the throat, but not killing me completely."
"When the manuscript is submitted, will it be returned, will it be published in the newspaper without revision?"
"In this suffocating panic, until the revision of the final manuscript was completed, I seemed to grab a life-saving straw and climbed ashore and found a short period of peace. But that kind of peace would not last long."
"Because there will be a stronger sense of crisis coming towards me immediately."
“Does anyone care about my work?”
"No way? There won't be anyone, right?"
"Not seeing congratulatory letters from readers, or not receiving even a single comment, even a negative one, makes me increasingly uneasy."
"Every time I see other popular publications, I am shocked by the fantastic ideas of those works and authors, and become even more uneasy."
"My mind goes back and forth a thousand times, and I just want to try my best to steal, rob, or rob their readers with my words!"
"As long as someone responds to me, even if it is a criticism that cannot be spit out from a dog's mouth, I will be as happy as eating a caramel macchiato. That is the response I get when I open my heart, which can make me happy. I have a better look at my heart - thank you, Jiang Xueming, thank you for listening to all my complaints."
Speaking of which, it’s almost time——
——Victor turned around and blocked the second cup of coffee behind him.
"Jiang Xueming, when we venture underground, we will encounter many dangerous and terrifying things. If we just blindly defend ourselves, this [uneasy] feeling will become stronger and stronger, and will slowly drive you crazy."
"I am your senior. BOSS also wants people like us to find opportunities to guide passengers on how to survive in this underground world."
"To speak from my personal experience, the secret to remaining rational in this [uneasiness] or [madness] is not rationality or thinking."
Just by not paying attention, Jiang Xueming missed Victor's magic show again.
By the time Victor turned back to tidy up the plates, the second cup of coffee had been stirred, and he never saw a spoon from beginning to end.
I could only hear Victor whispering softly, leading the way and describing things in a good voice.
"I use the way of writing to overcome my inner fears, those terrifying monsters or spiritual disasters, and the frightening and bizarre phenomena. All of these make my creative desire begin to burn, and courage continuously emerges from my heart. Therefore, I think ——It is very important to find something to put your courage in. I have prepared a gift for your friend."
Jiang Xueming: "Is it this cup of coffee?"
Victor: "More important than coffee."
"I should thank you on behalf of my friend." Jiang Xueming responded sincerely, "It seems that he is very lucky to meet you on this train."
Victor emphasized: "As long as you are observant enough, lucky opportunities can be found everywhere, but in most cases, the bitch Lady Luck also favors the brave."
The two of them walked forward and deeper into the car.
It’s just that the surrounding passengers suffered a lot. They were almost like a stack of arhats, hiding in various places in the carriage. Some people had even climbed into the luggage rack and huddled in a dark corner.
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At this moment——
——Bu Liuxing reluctantly covered his eyes.
He was convinced that the manuscript paper on the table must be some evil wizard's magic book. Otherwise, why would my hands and eyelids be completely inoperable?
In this silent contest, Ah Xing felt that his brain's mental energy was being consumed very quickly, as if he had stayed up for several days and nights in a row, but his body did not respond and remained in an excited state, refusing to sleep.
"Can't look at it, can't look at it, can't look at it!" He reminded himself repeatedly, not to do anything beyond the etiquette of chivalry.
But there seemed to be a barking cat living in his heart, and his desire to pry into the manuscript was simply indelible.
He strained his body and buried his head in his thighs, trying to fight against the fear of losing control of his emotions. I want to divert my attention in the dark environment and hide away from the hallucinations.
At this moment, rustling noises brutally brought him back to reality.
Because of his strong curiosity, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the table involuntarily - the sound came from the desk!
"What? Is there something there?!"
He leaned forward to take a closer look, and when he saw the foreign object on the desk, he almost left his body.
The neat manuscript paper is wrapped in a black envelope, only its unsealed folded surface is exposed.
Beside the small square box of paint and wax, squatting were a dozen fat rats, gnawing at the envelope of the manuscript.
Without their tails, they are almost twenty centimeters in length, and each of them is over-nourished.
The sounds Bu Liuxing heard were those fat mice with shiny fur.
He didn't have time to say "beast" before he could say it.
Azing grabbed the desk lamp and swung it violently. The pyroxene on his chest spit out bright red flames, as if he was burning with anger.
The rats were in a mess, squeaking and squealing in the broken glass of the desk lamp, and seemed to be attracted by some delicious food. Under Bu Liuxing's fierce blow, the rats gathered and dispersed——
——Even if one of the rats has turned into meat, the other rats seem to be under a spell, not afraid of the threat of death, and continue to bite the black envelopes one after another.
"You beasts! You're going to kill me!" Ah Xing still had half the lamp handle left in his hand, looking frightened and angry.
He snatched the envelope from the group of rats and saw the dense bite marks on the black envelope, which made his scalp tingle. There are also many mice hanging on it.
He slapped each of these enthusiastic rodents to the ground. Another mouse followed the force of the slap and bit his knuckles hard. It wasn't enough to take away a piece of meat. They had to hold the wound and grind their teeth to suck the blood. !
He gritted his teeth in pain for a moment, pinched the beast in his hand until its eyes popped out and lost all strength, then threw it to the ground and crushed its head. Only then did these rats, which were not afraid of death, calm down a little.
Originally the envelope was still intact, but the few slaps that had been punched out had torn several large holes on the cover page of the manuscript, and the title of the text could be vaguely seen.
"What can we do...what can we do!?" Ah Xing looked at the tattered manuscript in his hand in panic: "I can't explain it now!"
He lowered his head and wanted to find a few rat corpses to prove his innocence - but suddenly found that there were not many "rat biscuits" left on the carpet just now.
There were also several fragments of corpses that had just been dragged under the bed by other rats and hid in deeper shadows.
They stepped on the blood dripping from Teacher Victor's arms, making the floor and carpet dirty. Originally, I could still clearly see the traces of rat pulp erupting from my boots stamping on the ground, but now I can't recognize anything at all!
"Victor, I'm sorry..." Bu Liuxing was annoyed and aggrieved, "I'm afraid no matter how I explain it, you won't believe what I say..."
His hands were shaking as he held up the envelope pages. Think about it carefully - what kind of story can make these mice not afraid of the threat of death, as if they are possessed by magic and go crazy, even stepping on the corpses of their companions to take a look? !
He only hesitated for a moment before looking away from the dreamlike charm cult.
"David Victor, if these rats are secret tricks you used in the knight's tournament, and you want to frame me - falsely accusing me of peeking at your manuscripts and peeking at your butt, then you You really look down on me!"
His eyes were filled with fighting spirit - just like what Axing said when he first met Brother Xueming.
"I feel like a fire is burning in my chest, and hot emotions are about to burst out from it!"
He stuffed the letter into his spiritual clothes, held it tightly to his chest, and suddenly opened the bed in the studio, knocking over the iron frame with it.
"This is not because you and I are so brave and fierce, and we have to fight to the death [Tournament·Knight Tournament]——"
The panicked rats under the bed fled in all directions, and sensing the presence of the cult again, they gathered together, as if demonstrating to show off their ferocity, and bared their fangs at the meteors.
He lowered his body and followed the scattered rats with his eyes, jumping back and forth, and finally locked on the target.
"——But I have to defeat my immature self to win the final championship [Tournament·Championship], and I have already grabbed it by the throat."
His fleshy palms were bitten to pieces by these ferocious rats in an instant, leaving bloody wounds on the Venus mound under his thumb and on his wrist.
He suddenly grabbed three of the fat and scurrying rats in his hands.
The mouse in his hand was twitching unnaturally and making swallowing movements, but because his thick knuckles were holding its throat tightly,
The fragments of the envelope wrapping the manuscript paper were spat out and then immediately bitten back into their mouths. These beasts seemed to be under a curse and were repeating the process of swallowing.
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Victor pushed open the door of the studio, and Jiang Xueming followed in.
When the two entered the door, they smelled a strong smell of blood.
Ah Xing half-knelt on the ground, kneeling in front of the manuscript, piecing together the last fragment of the envelope. Dozens of rat corpses were densely arranged behind him. It's like the trophies a knight brings back from the battlefield.
The entire room had been turned upside down by him. In just a few minutes, he used brute force to tear the workshop to pieces.
His hands were covered with bite scars, and bones could already be seen in the deepest parts of some wounds.
Before he even looked up, he could already hear his soft whisper.
"David Victor, the victory is decided!"
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He put the last piece together, and the rhodonite on his chest no longer glowed.
"Our duel is over, let's talk about the log in the cabinet!"
At that moment, Bu Liuxing stood up with his head held high.
He came up with his bloody fists, ready to let Teacher Victor test the wingspan of his 193-centimeter body and taste the heavy punch of 90 kilograms.
The fists are like siege shells!
The fist wind, carrying blood foam, suddenly stopped at the tip of Jiang Xueming's nose.
at that moment--
——A Xing finally calmed down when he saw Jiang Xueming's quiet gesture indicating silence.
"What's going on? Brother Ming? Why are you standing in line with this guy?"
Jiang Xueming brought Mrs. Bai's coffee to Mr. Victor's mouth first, letting Victor take a sip himself. Then he brought the same cup of coffee to Asing's mouth.
"Drink and heal the injury on your hand. This Mr. Victor is a VIP at the station. He just told me a lot about you - what grudges do you have? After drinking coffee, let's talk slowly. "
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Victor was disappointed and happy——
——The reason for disappointment is that this little guy really didn't take a second look at his manuscript. The manuscript is like the author's butt. No one even cares about the most sexy and provocative manuscript. It can be regarded as a very failed work.
——The reason why I’m happy is that the small task that BOSS gave VIPs to help train passengers has finally been completed.
This mixture of sadness and joy was very precious. He immediately picked up a pen and wrote hard in the dirty and dilapidated studio to record this feeling.
"After more than two hundred failures, an ordinary passenger finally passed this trial. Perhaps as a VIP, my adventure experience in the underground world is too cruel and severe, and the standards for judging are too harsh."
"But I'm lucky enough to be favored by the goddess of luck. I can prove to BOSS that my extreme high-pressure simulation training is effective."
"But there is one thing I want to correct you. Bu Liuxing, if next time you meet a weirdo like me somewhere else, you must beat him up first, and then consider whether to make this bet with him."
Teacher Victor had a sullen face, looking at the studio like a tornado passing through, and repeatedly emphasized Bu Meteor.
"You are too upright and too deceptive. This kind of sincere and strong emotion makes me want to cry - you took apart my wrong bones. It would be easy to put them back together with a panacea, but for this duel, you can actually do it." It’s not that easy to repair my studio after reaching this point..."
"Ah?" Bu Liuxing scratched his head and tugged on Jiang Xueming's clothes: "Brother Ming, what is the teacher talking about?"
Without looking back, Jiang Xueming found a relatively complete chair from the carriage.
"praise you."
