"Come, let's shake hands and get acquainted."
Ding Song originally thought that Yan Qi was a very powerful character and could be called an opponent.
After all, anyone who can make friends with An Qing must have some status.
But who would have thought that Yan Qi was actually a little servant.
As a result, Ding Song became more relaxed and generous, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
I think the chief dean of Wiaoyu Study Hall is hundreds of times higher than the little servant in terms of status. Is he worthy of being my opponent?
Not worthy at all.
Because he became contemptuous of Yan Qi, he put down his burden.
He stepped forward to shake Yan Qi's hand and said cordially: "But even if you are a small servant, you don't have to feel inferior. With 360 years of experience, it is quite good to be the number one servant."
At this point, he changed the subject: "As for me, I am busy with learning all day long. I would meet with high-ranking guests, such as the dean of Xicheng College, or go to the homes of dignitaries to drink tea, or invite some distinguished guests. Give me a gift of calligraphy, I’m so busy anyway, of course I don’t have time to get to know this little servant like you, haha.”
Those talented men and women smiled playfully.
Yan Qi smiled faintly, said nothing, and wanted to withdraw his hand.
It's really disgusting to shake hands with this fake guy.
Ding Song's aura became overbearing, thinking that Yan Qi didn't dare to speak and was afraid of himself, so he grabbed Yan Qi's hand and said with a smile: "What's the rush? Let's shake hands and get to know each other well. I've already introduced you, and so have you. Do you want to introduce me?"
Yan Qixiao asked: "What do you want to know?"
Ding Song's face was full of contempt: "Excuse me, this little servant, is your job sweeping the floor, or chopping firewood? Or washing dishes? Or herding sheep? Haha!"
Everyone laughed.
Everyone could see that Ding Song was deliberately humiliating Yan Qi.
Yan Qi didn't care: "Dean Ding really wants to know what I do?"
Ding Song said: "Say, don't feel inferior, just say it. We are all people of status and we will definitely not laugh at you."
Yan Qi smiled slyly: "I am a manure collector."
"Ah, what, take out...take out the feces..."
Ding Song was shocked, panicked, and hurriedly pulled his hand back.
Yan Qi was very energetic. He held Dean Ding's hand tightly and said, "Hey, Dean Ding, don't you want to get to know me better? It takes more time to shake hands."
"Hey, that..."
Ding Song was speechless. He pretended to say this to Yan Qi just now. Now Yan Qi's original words were sent back to him. He was mute and couldn't express his pain.
I didn't expect this guy to be a manure collector. Oh my god.
Yan Qi held Ding Song's hand tightly and said with a smile: "Just now, I was picking up feces. Before I could wash my hands, Dean Ding shook hands with me. I was really flattered. Dean Ding, you Do you think you dislike me?"
Dean Ding was frightened to death, and his internal organs began to regurgitate acid water.
His face was purple from holding it in and he felt like vomiting.
Who would have thought that this guy didn't wash his hands after taking out the feces.
My hand is used for writing and drawing, but I didn’t expect that it would be held together with the hand that picks up excrement. It’s really unlucky.
"Well, okay, let's let go, I..."
Ding Song hesitated and struggled to get free.
Yan Qi tightened her grip: "Don't look outside, Dean Ding, do you think I'm a excrement collector? Isn't it a bit disgusting? Hey, just now Dean Ding said categorically: Three hundred and sixty lines, okay You want me to be the top scholar, and you want me not to feel inferior, and you also say that you are a person of status and will not laugh at me or dislike me."
"But now, why does Dean Ding look so contemptuous towards me? Could it be that Dean Ding was telling lies just now, or that what Dean Ding just said was just bullshit?"
"Ah, no! Absolutely not!"
Ding Song regretted his pretense. There were many people here, including talented men and women, and there was An Qing watching from the side.
He is the dean of Miaoyu Study. When he speaks out, how can he take back the water he throws out? Do you know that it is difficult to recover when you overturn the water?
He could only hold his nose and admit it, holding back his nausea, and hesitantly said: "Yan Qi, I don't dislike you. Picking out feces is also work. Well, I'm tired. Can you let go first?"
Yan Qi looked surprised: "Dean Ding is indeed a person of high status. He really doesn't mind me being a manure collector. I'm so happy."
"That... I don't dislike it. I really don't... I don't dislike it."
Ding Song used all his strength to break free.
Yan Qi grabbed the manure tightly with an attentive look on his face: "Dean Ding, you don't know something. Digging out manure is also a technical job. For example, I am an expert at digging manure. I wear boots and a big shovel and go into the manure pit like this. As soon as it was stirred, pieces of yellow and white stuff came up. When I shook it, the dung flowers flew everywhere, and flies and mosquitoes rushed over. It was dark, and there were maggots in it. Those white maggots were densely packed and looked good. A sense of accomplishment. I pinched it casually..."
Oh my God!
"Please let me go."
Ding Song really couldn't bear to listen, and his insides were in turmoil.
My chest felt clogged.
Suddenly, a nauseating feeling surged into my heart, and I couldn't help spitting it out down my throat.
"vomit……"
Ding Song opened his mouth and spat out a mouth full of yellow and white stuff.
A disgusting stench filled the house.
"Dean Ding vomited. It's so disgusting."
"It stinks."
"Dean Ding is too inconsiderate of our feelings."
…
Those talented men and women looked disgusted and stayed away from Ding Song.
An Qing covered her nose and gave Yan Qi a white look with her beautiful eyes, a little annoyed but also very impressed.
Brother Seven is really bad. With just a few words, Dean Ding was embarrassed.
Yan Qi had given up long ago, watching Ding Song vomiting wildly, and said: "Dean Ding, everyone is pooping, why are you vomiting? Disgusting, really disgusting. The poop spit out of the mouth is bigger than That excrement smells even worse. Dean Ding, you should clean up the excrement you poured yourself. This is called self-reliance."
Ding Song vomited for a while and finally felt a little better. His mouth was filled with sticky saliva and his mouth was full of stench.
The corners of his mouth were dripping with laughter.
There were also yellow and white dots on the front, making it feel wet and uncomfortable.
It's over, it's embarrassing now.
Ding Song turned away and quickly took out his handkerchief to wipe away the saliva.
However, looking at the big pool of smelly vomit on the ground, I felt ashamed and ashamed, and I wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
At this moment, he hated Yan Qi so much.
However, there is no way to find fault, and there is no way to hate.
Ding Song looked at An Qing, his face as red as a monkey's butt: "Um, Miss An Qing, you were just... rude. Where is the broom, let me clean it up."
"Dean Ding, don't be ashamed. Please sit down and I'll find someone to take care of you."
An Qing called the maid to put away the yellow and white things.
Before leaving, the maid gave Ding Song a contemptuous look.
Ding Song felt uncomfortable, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.
Ding Song looked at Yan Qi bitterly.
Yan Qi smiled: "I have something to say to Dean Ding, but I don't know whether to say it or not."
Ding Song thought to himself: I'm done vomiting, and you won't be able to make me sick anymore.
Paralyzed, I just listen to how you can dump shit.
Ding Song waved his hands grandly: "Just talk!"
Yan Qi chuckled: "Actually, I'm not picking up shit..."
"you!"
Ding Song was so angry that green smoke was rising from his head, and he jumped up: "Yan Qi, you deliberately want to make me angry to death, right?"
