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Chapter 374 Urgent Letter
Zhu Yingtai deeply realized what it meant to sit on pins and needles. When school was over and the two of them returned to the dormitory, she finally couldn't help but asked angrily:

"Brother Liang! Why didn't you tell me in advance that Professor Luo loves to ask questions so much!"

That's right!Every sentence must be asked a question, and the answerer must quote at least three allusions!

Master Luo saw her sitting in the front row and kept asking questions, but it was fine if she couldn't answer them. Liang Shanbo, who was next to him, could always answer them fluently!
It makes her look more and more like a fool!
Liang Shanbo looked innocent: "How did I know that Brother Zhu Xian, you couldn't answer?"

He looked Zhu Yingtai up and down, frowned and said, "She looks quite smart!"

Zhu Yingtai: "..."

A short essay of a hundred words appeared in her mind: Zhu Sheng and Liang Sheng lived in the same room. It was night, and when Liang Sheng was asleep, Zhu Sheng held a sharp ax and sharpened it towards Liang Sheng——

"Brother Zhu Xian, I'm afraid you won't be able to carry this axe."

Liang Shanbo reminded him kindly.

When Zhu Yingtai came back to her senses, she found that she had grasped the handle of an ax in her hand. She tried to lift it, but she couldn't lift it.

wrong!

How could there be an ax in this library!

Zhu Yingtai looked at Liang Shanbo in confusion, who had a calm face: "The professors advocated doing everything by hand, and they also said that farming and studying are integrated. Several teachers and wives practiced it. Mrs. Cheng raised ducks, and Mrs. Luo raised chickens--"

Zhu Yingtai became more and more puzzled. What does this have to do with the axe?

Then, I heard Liang Si eloquently say, "When chickens and ducks grow up, how can they cook without fire? So I need to go to the back mountain with an ax and chop some firewood!"

This guy actually swallowed his saliva while he was talking!

Zhu Yingtai: "..."

This Brother Liang didn't seem to be the kind gentleman she initially thought -

……

Song Huanxi finished the work in one go. When he looked at the clock, it was almost two o'clock!

Fortunately, tomorrow is the weekend when I go to sell cakes in front of the Kowloon Cinema, so I can sleep a little later.

She put down her pen and looked at the two thin pages of "Gillian and Aqiang" next to her, and then looked at the nearly ten pages of "Butterfly Lovers" she had just finished writing, and couldn't help but hesitate.

After a moment, she made a decision, took out a piece of writing paper, and wrote:

My friend is not happy without wine,

Recently, I tried to write a new article in addition to the serialization of "Gillian and Aqiang". The new article went smoothly at first glance. If the writing has divine help, it can be said that it is a thousand miles away.

I write old articles again, but they are extremely obscure, as if I am stuck.
……

Writing this, Song Huanxi thought of a metaphor, just like a person who eats something that is difficult to digest and feels a big hand that remains unsolved for seven or eight days——

This metaphor is perfect for describing her state at this time, but unfortunately it is too inelegant to write down.

Song Huanxi sighed. There were some words that she could only say to herself. Even someone like Guo Yunchen, who had gained her trust, couldn't say it.

She returned her attention to the stationery in front of her and continued to write:
Every word written is like a foolish old man moving a mountain, and it takes tens of millions of efforts for future generations.

If the new article can be written in half an hour and the old article can be written in half a day, thank God!

Please also ask me, sir, to teach me why it is so difficult to write old articles, and what can be done to make them as smooth as before? !
After writing the letter, Song Huanxi solemnly put the letter into the envelope and drew a goose feather mark on the envelope. This was a little secret code between her and Mr. No Drinking. It meant that there were tens of thousands of urgent goose feather letters and she hoped to receive a reply as soon as possible.

However, this is the first time she has used this secret code, and she has used it more often when she is not drinking - this pen pal's peach blossoms are really strong!

Song Huanxi yawned. After writing the letter for help, it was as if he had let go of all his worries. As soon as his mind relaxed, sleepiness crept over him.

She walked towards the bedroom in a daze, almost hitting the wall, and finally managed to climb onto the bed without knowing how, and she slept particularly sweetly.

……

Li Donglai was so excited that he didn't sleep all night. Starting at 06:30 in the morning, he stared at the wall clock carefully, watching the second hand crawling like a snail through one small grid after another, as if he was crossing thousands of mountains and thousands of miles. Water, people watching really want to help it.

Finally, the hour hand pointed to seven accurately. Li Donglai grabbed the phone on the table and dialed a series of numbers in one breath——

The phone rang over and over again, but no one answered. Just when Li Donglai was about to hang up the phone in disappointment, someone finally picked up the phone.

"...My head, where did you put my head? It's dark and smelly here. Is it a trash can?"

Li Donglai was so frightened that he hung up the phone.

The next second, the phone suddenly rang!

Li Donglai hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached for the phone with his fingers, his fingertips trembling slightly, carefully picked up the receiver, and cautiously said hello: "—Hello?"

"Where the hell is my head? Why do I hear the phone ringing?"

Li Donglai's whole body trembled. The next second, a delicate female voice came from the receiver, saying angrily: "Sister-in-law, don't pretend to be a ghost to scare him!"

The gloomy female voice just now became normal, complaining with deep dissatisfaction: "Who told him to call so early? Don't you know that beautiful women need to sleep for beauty sleep?!"

Well, Mrs. Guo used to get up at six o'clock in the morning and prepare the clothes for Uncle Guo to wear that day, from suits to ties, as well as belts and watches.

After he had breakfast, I sent him out and then came back to catch up on his sleep.

Ever since Uncle Guo forgot to bring his socks last time and asked his brothers everywhere to borrow socks, Mrs. Guo immediately broke her guard. What does it mean to be decent, what does it mean to be glamorous, just do whatever you like!
Since then, Mrs. Guo has fallen in love with sleeping in.

Li Donglai was ashamed. When we met before, each of these employer wives was more gentle, amiable, dignified and elegant. I didn't expect there to be such a side!
He hurriedly said: "It's your nephew, Mr. Guo Yunchen's sweetheart. I have already investigated it."

The gentle female voice immediately said: "Just wait, I will send someone to pick you up right away!"

Li Donglai hurriedly responded without daring to hang up the phone first, so he heard the conversation between the two wives of the Guo family again:
"Sister-in-law, hurry up, you go call the second sister-in-law, and I'll call the third sister-in-law!"

"...I won't call the second child's house. She is very angry when she wakes up. I heard that the huanghuali bedside tables in her and the second child's bedroom have been replaced by iron sheets!"

"...Then let's go call the third sister-in-law together, and then let's call the second sister-in-law together?"

This time, the lady who loved telling ghost stories remained silent, apparently acquiescing.

The phone went completely silent, and Li Donglai hung up the phone while sweating profusely. As an excellent detective, he judged the horrifying truth from the words of the two wives of the Guo family:

Among the wives of the Guo family, the second wife seems to be the most terrifying one? !Can't even compare to this eldest lady who pretends to be a ghost so vividly? !

Li Donglai looked at the wooden filing cabinet next to his desk and gestured with his fists, but he still didn't dare to hit it - it hurt just thinking about it!

So, how did Mrs. Guo Er’s huanghuali bedside table break? !

　Well, I’m not a stranger to you, let’s just tell the truth!
　　Kavin is like constipation!Well, I am constipated every day!
　　Mrs. Guo: So where is my head?
　　Fourth Wife: Sister-in-law, don’t make trouble, it’s fine on your neck!

　　The second wife (cracked her fingers and made a clicking sound): I will help you put it wherever you want it to be. How about my metal bedside table?
　　Third Wife: ...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)