The next day, Lin Chou used a kitchen knife to cut his hair very seriously, and his skills were extremely superb as the knife flashed.
In the end, he succeeded in changing from half-length to a mess. Looking at himself in the mirror with his angular head, Lin Chou felt like crying without tears.
Perhaps this is the legendary saying that a powerful person will become a great weapon.
However, it really can no longer be cut. If you cut it again, it will be gone...
Sure enough, there are specialties in the art, but even if the cook's hands are very good at carving, he is still not qualified for such a seemingly simple task as cutting.
Next time you cut your own hair, wouldn’t it be better to think of your head as a big radish waiting to be carved under the kitchen knife?
Ahem, after learning from the experience last time, Lin Chou thought that he should just bring a gift.
The meat was already completely mature, so four pig's trotters were simply put into it.
Lin Chou thought rationally. With Leng Han's character, sending gold and silver mountains or goose feathers would probably not cause any fluctuations in her emotions.
Well, of course I would choose goose feathers.
You don’t know that sending goose feathers from thousands of miles away is light on etiquette but heavy on affection.
It’s a lot of trouble to give gifts and then return gifts, and it costs everyone money.
I was about to hitchhike back to the base city together, but I didn't expect that when I went out, let alone the car going back to the base city, there wasn't even a ghost.
"Where have everyone gone?"
Classmate Xiao Wu came over with a toothpick he brought in his mouth and said,
"Hmm, I don't know...Boss Lin, what do you want for breakfast?"
Suddenly he saw the small blackboard Lin Chou was holding in his hand.
"Fuck, no!"
Lin Chou slapped the small blackboard at the door and set it up.
"I've been too busy at work recently, so the owner decided to give himself a holiday. We're closed today!"
As for Boss Lin's arbitrary business style, Xiao Wu, a new student who has just arrived, said it is completely unacceptable.
With a sunny look on his face, Lin Chou pushed out the little sheep and ran towards freedom, leaving only Xiao Wu, who was so hungry that he looked like he was paralyzed by a stroke, and stood there alone.
Sitting huddled in the little sheep's "carriage", the howling wind tore Lin Chou's messy figure into a more unruly and indulgent shape, raising a long line of dust along the way and rushing into the bright light.
Although it is quite crowded to ride on, the little sheep can reach a speed of 900 kilometers per hour. It is really not as thrilling and exciting as ordinary means of transportation.
Seeing that it was still early, Lin Chou simply took a small detour and took a long road with few people and cars - speed is passion, and every man has a heart as wild as a wild horse. Of course, it may also be a bull. .
Ten kilometers ahead, a total of six sports cars with a full sense of technology were roaring side by side on the road.
The drivers laughed at each other's turtle-like speed through the radio, then violently pulled the woman in the passenger seat, leaving a pool of saliva on their faces, and then stepped on the accelerator while laughing.
The air on the road is a little distorted under the high temperature and steam, and the rubber tires become softer than at night under the scorching heat of the road. When you leave the road, there will be a weird "crack" sound like tearing glue. The car drives by at a high speed. This kind of The sound turned into a scream.
"Buzz!"
The buzz that seems to be caused by the resonance of the exhaust pipe and the air is still clearly audible in the roar of the six sports car motors.
And the sound is more like vibrations directly penetrating the eardrums, rather than sound waves.
Fifteen seconds later, a strange whistle sounded from behind.
"Baa~~baa~~baa~~!!"
The rider in green with huge diamond earrings looked behind him through the rearview mirror, and saw a small pink motorcycle closely behind six cars.
It looks like a butter bun abandoned on the road and racing to find its mother. The yellow turn signal flashes regularly.
This seems to mean...
Want a car? ?
The man in green was stunned for five seconds. He subconsciously looked at his watch. The pointer on it was already pointing to two hundred and seven.
Yes, that’s right!
Then he grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared,
"Asshole! Damn it, look at the back, what the hell is that?"
The other five cars cursed for a while, then looked back and were silent for a full minute.
"Well, brothers, haven't we slipped through today?"
"Slip away from your grandma. You slipped out of the fucking hallucination."
"No, then this..."
Everyone fell into awkward silence again. Suddenly, the man in green said,
"Did that kid named Wu steal some new gadgets from the Research Institute and modify the car, trying to make us look bad?"
"What the hell, Jar, shake it off!"
"Show him something awesome!"
"Ouch!"
A series of quick and skillful shifting operations, the speed suddenly soared to the extreme.
The modification techniques for the six sports cars are also different, and this time, the differences are immediately apparent.
The sports car of the man in green was obviously better than the other five. He took the lead and closed the distance to fifteen meters in three seconds. The sound of the engine changed from a low metallic accent to a harsh scream.
The man in green glanced at his watch.
"Four hundred and six, hey, I will see how you chase after me."
"Buzz."
The special buzzing sound came from behind again. Under the triumphant gaze of the man in green, the owner of the pink motorcycle leaned forward.
"Whoosh!",
His eyes felt sour after being dizzy, and the small motorcycle in his sight instantly disappeared.
"Buzz."
The pink afterimage brushed against the man in green's car and passed by like lightning. The air flow it brought was like big hands, tearing the man in green's scalp numb.
The woman next to her screamed, and her narrow navel-baring shirt was ripped away from her body by the hurricane and flew high into the sky, revealing a large area of white skin.
Six cars stopped, and the drivers got out of their cars one after another, jumping and cursing.
"What the hell!"
"What the hell is that!"
Only the man in green looked blankly in the direction of the little sheep, which had long since disappeared.
At this time, a snow-white shirt fluttered down from the air and covered his face.
...
In Donglin Mountain, a dozen men and women sat in a pavilion and waited quietly. The atmosphere was a bit dull.
Jiang Zhengyang walked out of the crowd and said with a smile,
"Leng...Lieutenant General, how about we go up first?"
Leng Han's face was expressionless, and even though he was wearing a long black dress, his upright body exuded a sharp aura like the tip of a knife.
"No."
"Ahem." This is not the first time Jiang Zhengyang has been embarrassed by Leng Han. You can tell from the name he calls Leng Han, "I have a separate courtyard on Donglin Mountain. It has everything. It is better than letting everyone Have you always stood here?"
Leng Han hesitated for a moment and looked at Su Zhaorong, who was already so hot and soaked in sweat.
"You take Zhaorong and the others up first."
Jiang Zhengyang wanted to say something else, but when he saw Leng Han's eyebrows raised slightly, he immediately stopped speaking.
Today's goal has been initially achieved, there is no need to worry about such trivial matters.
So he turned around and said with a smile, "Everyone, go up first. My people are leading the way. The other courtyard is new, and I need everyone's popularity to support me...I will accompany Lieutenant General Leng to wait for her friends here. After a while, I’ll go.”
A group of people were eager to go up there early, as it would be better to be steamed and boiled here like shaomai, not to mention they were still breathing a sigh of relief.
God knows what this tyrannosaurus wants to do with us. If he doesn't come, he definitely won't have the guts.
As for now, stay as far away as possible.
God bless us, we really haven’t done anything bad lately!
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