After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Feng Yin asked, hitting the woman's soul hard.

Is it greater than?
  Do not!
  Let alone bigger, she didn't even dare to think about it.

Fear, fear, depression, difficulty breathing.

The woman looked at Feng Yin, smiled bitterly and shed a tear, and whispered: "I don't feel any discomfort about this decision, but feel relieved."

In fact, the decision has been made long ago, and the result is already determined. I am just waiting, waiting for myself to reach a limit.

Feng Yin didn't speak, just patted the woman on the shoulder and left with the firefighters.

Li Sanyi did not film the scene of her talking to the woman.

Some people can understand, some people can't.

Feng Yin followed the fire brigade back to the fire station. What was waiting for them was a test paper with a brick pressed on it.

The examination room is still there and no one can escape.

A group of people took off their firefighting uniforms and continued to sit on the cement floor to answer papers.

"Tell me, why didn't we think of the right answer just now?"

"Who says it's not the case? You can just read the book."

Several young soldiers were chatting, but were frightened away by the leader's look. They immediately sat down and continued to answer papers.

"I'm done."

Feng Yin, who was not human, raised his hand and handed in the paper.

After handing in the paper, she asked enthusiastically: "Is it lunch time?"

The fire leader who was asked couldn't help but laugh.

"You know, the police officer just reminded me that you won't miss a free meal."

"Sure enough, they still understand me!"

Feng Yin went to have lunch.

Under such stimulation, the speed of answering papers increased by an unknown amount.

In today’s canteen, the staple food is steamed buns.

There are three meat dishes, three vegetarian dishes, two cold dishes, two fruits, and a pumpkin porridge.

Rich and the taste is outstanding.

"Hmm! This one is even more delicious than the one at the police station! Your chef is really good at his craftsmanship."    "Your comparison is also fresh."

During the meal time, everyone was more casual, chatting, talking about interesting and embarrassing things about police dispatches in the past, and laughing together.

In fact, they are still just a group of small children.

Hot-blooded young people, I'm talking about them.

"The wind sings..."

A young man sat next to Feng Yin with a dinner plate, a little shy.

"Hello, sit down."

Feng Yin pulled out the stool and let the little warrior sit down.

The little warrior sat down with a silly smile, took out a piece of paper and pen from his pocket, put it on the table and asked: "Can you give me an autograph? I am your fan."

"I still have such amazing fans!"

"Must sign, it's my pleasure, what's your name!"

Feng Yin praised the other party generously, and the little warrior said that his name was Qian Ming, he was nineteen years old, and he liked to watch Feng Yin's live broadcast the most.

Feng Yin took a pen and wrote an exclusive signature and also wrote a blessing for Qian Ming.

"thanks, thanks!"

Qian Ming placed the paper in a book as if he had found a treasure, and was reluctant to fold it.

"This kid is more courageous than us."

"Isn't that right? We didn't even dare to ask for an autograph. He asked for it first."

"This is called a true fan!"

The brother next to him was teasing, not maliciously, just for fun.

Qian Ming was not so shy in front of them. A group of big boys exposed each other's shortcomings and told each other's embarrassing things.

So-and-so was so scared that he cried when he caught a snake for the first time; so-and-so went to poke a honeycomb and was stung by bees; so-and-so ran out of the bathhouse naked in a hurry on a mission; so-and-so accidentally farted from exhaustion while training.

All kinds of things made everyone and netizens laugh and have fun.

"Bell——" (End of this chapter)