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Chapter 144 What a shitty idea
The title is too eye-catching to be ignored.

Two or three minutes later, Zhou Yanzhi came out from the second bedroom with a stack of papers in his hand.

There are fourteen sheets of paper in total, and each sheet is filled with densely packed words.

Among them, the top of seven of them is written - "Scumbag".

Zhou Yanzhi divided the "Slag Hougan" in his hand into seven parts according to the handwriting, and began to study.

It was okay at first, although the content was deviant, but the handwriting was neat and smooth, so I could read it smoothly.

However, at the end, some words can only be distinguished by contacting the context.If you can't tell what the word is by referring to the context, then you can only rely on guessing.

Pure Mongolian, it's all about luck.

Two of them are the best of them all.

At first sight of the letters mixed in the Chinese characters, Zhou Yanzhi thought they were English words.

After careful identification, he dared to be sure - it was pinyin.

"..."

The nine-year compulsory education has a long way to go.

Most of the content in front of each scumbag is nothing special, it's just that each scumbag tells his own scumbag experience.

Basically cheating, the content is similar.

What caught Zhou Yanzhi's attention was the first sentence of the last paragraph of each "Scumbag".

[If there is a female hero who acts on behalf of the sky and wants to retaliate against a scumbag like me, I suggest that the following methods be the most painful for me, and I will hit it right away. 】

Zhou Yanzhi: "..."

This must be the unified format stipulated by Chiyu.

He really guessed right, this is what Chi Yu asked for.

At the bar, the handsome guys wrote at the end, and Chi Yu added this one on the spur of the moment.

Faced with the current various ways of retaliation, Zhou Yanzhi felt ashamed and his back felt cold.

Internet exposure?

Chemical castration?

Forcibly changing sexual orientation?
Zhou Yanzhi: "..."

Are there any normal people?

Suddenly, one of them, which is quite normal, jumped into Zhou Yanzhi's eyes.

[I think that the heroine can personally seduce the scumbag, and when the scumbag loves him to death, kick him hard!Let him be incapable of love forever! 】

The reason why this article attracted Zhou Yanzhi had little to do with the content, but mainly because Chi Yu's comments on it were too eye-catching.

He knew Chiyu's handwriting, it was ten large characters - what a shitty idea!Think beautifully!

"...?"

Zhou Yan realized later that he thought this suggestion was normal?crazy?

He shook his head to wake himself up.

Finally finished reading all these "Scumbags", Zhou Yanzhi's temples twitched violently, and his brain swelled.

After a while, he got up and walked towards the master bedroom.

He took the change of clothes lightly, and before exiting, he looked at the girl who was sleeping peacefully on the bed and lost his mind for a moment.

Until he stood in front of the public guard's mirror, the picture he saw in the bedroom was still in his mind.

Zhou Yanzhi shook his head and regained his senses.

The next second, he was stunned.

In the mirror, the lipstick marks on his cheeks were particularly eye-catching and extremely ambiguous.

Zhou Yanzhi stared blankly at himself in the mirror, his throat rolling softly.

After a while, he took off his glasses, turned on the tap to bring out cold water, and plunged into it.

When he raised his head again, the shattered hair on his forehead was wet, and the lipstick mark on his face faded. He calmed down a lot, and then he turned and went into the shower room.

and also……

I'm afraid I can't have the shirt on my body.

After taking a shower and coming out of the bathroom, Zhou Yanzhi was still the calm and self-sufficient Professor Zhou.

However, with his glasses off, he had another visual impact in such a dark night.

Both bedrooms were occupied, Zhou Yanzhi could only spend the night in the living room.

This night, he lay down before twelve o'clock, but didn't close his eyes until three o'clock in the morning.

(End of this chapter)