first-class champion

"Hey, boy, stop for me." Yang Zhaoniang was carrying a small schoolbag and was about to go to school, uh, to study, when she saw Duan Mingyu, she stopped him decisively.

Duan Mingyu stopped and rolled her eyes: "Zhaoniang, don't mess around, what are you doing!"

"Tell me a story quickly. It will be updated sooner or later. This is a must. If you don't tell me, I won't vote for you, and I won't bookmark or subscribe for you. It depends on what you do." Yang Zhaoniang imitated Duan Mingyu's tone.

I sweat, Duan Mingyu is speechless for a moment, what is he going to do, is he writing novels as labor and capital?

But this kind of coercion is very powerful. Duan Mingyu said that he was not an opponent. He looked at the crowd that formed a pile, and even Cheng Junyu, a talented girl, was among them, with all kinds of expectations in his eyes.

Cough cough, it seems that I have to tell a story with depth and culture. Duan Mingyu thought for a moment and then said: "It is said that for many years in the Tang Dynasty, Li Chong, the governor of Bozhou, rebelled against Wu Zetian. Zhen raised troops to respond, and the rebels burned, killed and looted all the way, doing all kinds of evil!"

Xie Xiande, a great Confucian, stroked his beard and nodded: "Yeah, it's true!"

Duan Mingyu continued to preach: "Minister Zhang Guangfu went to Beijing, and played what he saw along the way, weeping in the hall and said: My emperor, what I saw with my own eyes on the way, the enemy's integrity has been lost!"

Everyone restrained their breath and kept silent, listening very seriously, very good, this effect is what they want, Duan Mingyu is quite satisfied

, wiped the saliva from his mouth, and preached: "As soon as Zhang Guangfu finished talking about the enemy's morality to fuck zombies, Di Renjie on the side opened his eyes wide with anger, and shouted: "You nonsense, when did I fuck zombies! "

Everyone: "..." His face twitched, his eyes rolled wildly.

"Ahem, Zhaoniang, well, I can go now." Duan Mingyu directly ignored these expressions, and pointedly pointed out the topic of most concern.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask you something again." Yang Zhaoniang said resolutely.

"Oh, then hurry up and ask quickly, the champion has to go to work, and if you are late, you will have to deduct your salary!"

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Yang Zhaoniang straightened the hair on her forehead and asked: "Since I went to school until now, I have always had two questions that bother me deeply...why every time I ask my husband for something, they will say: What do you want?" He was still young, but whenever we made a mistake, he said: You are so old... Another thing is, why when we first arrived at the school, the teacher said: Don't be afraid, take the school as your home, but once we After making a mistake, the teacher said again: "So presumptuous, you treat the school as your home!"

I'm going, this, this... This question is really too profound, Duan Mingyu said to Yang Zhaoniang: "Ahem, this is your fault, you have to reflect on it, work hard to learn scientific and cultural knowledge, and serve the Tang Dynasty in the future." Hey, hey, don’t doze off, if you sleep again, I’ll beat you, why don’t you go to bed when I’m educating you on your thoughts!”

Yang Zhaoniang opened her eyes, rubbed her eyes and said, "I didn't sleep!"

Duan Mingyu glared, his body trembled violently, and asked domineeringly: "Then why did you close your eyes.

Yang Zhaoniang hurriedly denied, "I'm just closing my eyes and meditating, um, yes, that's it!"

Duan Mingyu definitely wouldn't believe Yang Zhaoniang's words, and continued to interrogate, "Then why did you just nod your head!"

"Because what you said just now made a lot of sense." Yang Zhaoniang was quick-witted, and once again successfully avoided Duan Mingyu's sharp sword.

Duan Mingyu released the last big move and said: "Then why are you drooling!"

Yang Zhaoniang smiled and said, "It's because Brother Mingyu speaks with gusto!"

Well, decisively you win, Duan Mingyu said.

"Shout the slogan once, let's work separately." Duan Mingyu blinked and said.

"Well, very good, come on." Yang Zhaoniang readily agreed as she was not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf.

So in the midst of everyone's faces full of black lines, Duan Mingyu and Yang Zhaoniang chanted loudly to the bright blue sky: "In the name of the head of the family, I hold the holy remote control to bless you: May the blue cat god give you light; The seven goat gods of beauty, laziness, boiling, warmth, speed, and slowness grant you courage; may the teachers praise your loyalty; and may the students spread your kindness!"

So, Yang Zhaoniang went to school in high spirits, and Duan Mingyu went to work proudly, with a noble head.

Duan Mingyu walked all the way, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Sister Zhaoniang had a tendency to grow up like a second-hand guy.

When will it really become a second-hand product? It's very simple. After that time, Duan Mingyu became a world-renowned second-hand product.

During the infusion when she was ill, Duan Mingyu was sitting and playing with her mobile phone. Time passed quickly. When she looked up and saw that the bottle had bottomed out, she panicked and shouted: Waiter, please fill up. From now on, Duan Mingyu will be a celebrity in this clinic.

The name of the second-hand goods spread like wildfire, ahem, sister Zhaoniang's momentum is very bad, she must be suppressed, suppressed.

The first thing Duan Mingyu did when he came to the barracks was to go straight to the tent where Fang Wenzhong was detained. He said he was being detained, but in fact, apart from not letting him out of the barracks and monitoring him, he was allowed to move around in the barracks, and he was allowed to communicate with his wife every day. Meet each other for a few days, chat with the old pawns of the former Yingtian Army, bragging and so on.

Duan Mingyu is quite interesting to him, but recruiting and surrendering is not quick enough, he has to be left to air first, and when he can't help himself wanting to ask about this matter, the time is almost ripe.

Duan Mingyu thought that today's timing was very good and mature, as soon as he entered Fang Wenzhong's big tent, he saw Fang Wenzhong writing something furiously.

Duan Mingyu walked over to take a look lightly, and was suddenly struck by lightning, and fell headfirst to the ground.

Fang Wenzhong wrote a pair of couplets, the first couplet: "The official is big, the power is big, the stomach is big, and the pocket is bigger." , "

After Fang Wenzhong stopped writing, he looked at Duan Mingyu who was rolling his eyes and said, "Ahem, isn't this Mr. General Lang? What's the matter, someone who decided to return the house and his family are free!"

"It's a good idea. I came here today to ask you a question, do you want to serve Laozi wholeheartedly, and be the commander of the Yingtian Army? If you refuse, hehe, I will kill you, kill you!" Your whole family, and then let someone blow up your back door..." Duan Mingyu said viciously, because he was afraid that this dead pig would not be afraid of boiling water, so he said it in a very fierce and cruel manner.

"Okay, I agree." Fang Wenzhong said calmly.

"What, what did you say, you just agreed to do it and ordered it." The happiness came so suddenly that Duan Mingyu wanted to pee.

"Well, yes, Fang Mou agreed." Fang Wenzhong still looked calm,