AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

Yep, communication failed.

Tang Ping put down his phone.

think carefully……

Either proactively or passively, willingly or unwillingly, the turmoil caused is so great and numerous.

And whether he admits it or not, he can be regarded as the current and only designated leader of "Dove of Peace".

It will attract attention, which is normal.

It would be better to say that after seeing him, these writers did not come over to have a few words, but it was rare for them to be quiet.

"Hey, hey, my legs are really unresponsive."

With Chen Xiao's support, Song Ze stood up with his teeth grimacing in discomfort.

He leaned his body and stamped his feet tentatively.

Apart from the increasingly dense hemp, I couldn't feel the limbs called "legs" at all.

Chapter 174 I’m a good cook ([-] words, third update)

When you arrive at your destination, the first thing you do is not explore the caves or find a place to put down your luggage.

But the simplest thing:

have lunch.

People are iron rice and steel, and if they don't eat a meal, they will be very hungry.

Yan Yao and the others led the team and followed the tour guide to find a farmhouse restaurant that had been booked long ago.

The aunt and uncle with sallow faces served hot dishes and rice one after another with smiles on their faces.

Tang Ping took a look and saw that the dishes were home-style, such as potato slices with peppers and stir-fried pork.

Give it a taste, it's ok.

There were several motion sickness patients at the same table, all of them were pale, weak and weak. They had just experienced bouts of strong vomiting. At this time, the nostalgia of breakfast and stomach acid remained in their mouths, and they really couldn't eat anymore.

"How about you guys eat later?"

Looking at the pale-faced writer next to him, his Adam's apple rolled from time to time, his cheeks puffed up and he groaned and retched, Tang Ping couldn't help but ask.

He understood how the electronic otaku next to him felt when he was in the car, and he was deeply afraid that if he was not careful, he would be vomited all over him.

"No, just eat it now."

The writer brother with a rather backward hairline smiled reluctantly at Tang Ping and touched his belly:

"I've vomited all up. If I don't eat something to cushion my stomach, I'll faint from hunger later."

The electronic otaku reached into his bag and took out a small snack: "I have a peanut chocolate bar here."

"Let's eat first." The writer nodded his chopsticks.

Tang Ping looked at the writer brother who was as thin as a bamboo pole and struggled to swallow, and then at the president Song Ze who was laughing and eating and drinking.

I don’t know if motion sickness has something to do with physical fitness in addition to cochlea.

But one thing is for sure, you can sleep on a bumpy car and try not to play with your phone.

"Speaking of which, why are you okay?" Tang Ping asked the electronic otaku.

This buddy played the game all the way without motion sickness.

The electronic otaku spoke calmly:

"I am used to it."

"In order to play games for a while since I was little, I would secretly play games on the bus during school hours."

"I would still vomit at first, but then I kept vomiting and vomiting, and I got used to it."

Tang Ping: "... Niubi."

This guy is a ruthless person.

Lunch was eaten hastily.

A group of people descended into the cave.

The tour guide walked at the front to lead the way, while Tang Ping walked at the back and watched the flowers.

This cave is quite large. Even after modernization and adding roads full of colorful lights, there are still many corners that are dark and scary.

The benefit that comes with it is that it is quite cool.

Previously, even just standing at the entrance of the cave, I felt waves of cold air blowing against my face.

Now that I came in, I was shivering from the cold and had to put on a long coat.

"How about it? Is this place very empty and lonely?"

A soft and smiling inquiry sounded.

Tang Ping turned around and saw that Yan Yao had walked beside him at some point, with a figure hidden behind him.

However, without the obstruction of the relatively tall Qiao Yinque, the presence of Lin Nan could not be ignored by Yan Yao, who was also petite.

"Indeed, it makes me feel a primitive impulse in my heart." Tang Ping said.

Yan Yao tilted her head slightly: "What impulse?"

Tang Ping took a deep breath:

"Ouch--!"

The urge to howl loudly and hear the echo!

"Hurrah la la!"

The moment the howling echoed, a large number of bats woke up in the darkness.

They fluttered their wings and flew around, and several of them even almost crossed over Tang Ping's head.

"ah!"

Yan Yao screamed and hugged Tang Ping instinctively in fear.

"Well..." The howling stopped abruptly.

Tang Ping lowered his head and looked at Yan Yao in shock as she huddled in front of his chest and shivered.

"...Sister Yaoyao?"

"Hey!" Yan Yao became even more frightened, her hair trembling.

The people in front heard the news and came up.

Tang Ping stiffened for a moment and slowly raised his hands.

"I didn't do anything."

I am innocent!

Lin Nan gently pulled Yan Yao's sleeves.

Yan Yao gradually came back to her senses.

Finally, he realized that he had been suddenly frightened and had done something in an instinctive panic.

"..." Her cheeks turned red, she bit her lip and let go of her hands, taking two small steps back.

Cough twice, trying to keep the trembling voice steady and calm:

"Excuse me."

"It's okay." Tang Ping tried his best to stay calm.

"Oh, I shouldn't have suddenly become nervous and howled."

"No, actually I want to howl too, but I just don't think it's ladylike."

Song Ze ran from the front row to the back row: "What happened?"

Tang Ping: "The bat just flew over."

"Oh~" Song Ze drawled.

He turned around and looked at Yan Yao, whose cheeks were so red that they could bleed.

Open your mouth.

Unceremoniously burst into laughter:

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"It's so embarrassing for you to be scared like this by a few bats!"

"I want you to take care of it!" Yan Yao kicked Song Ze hard in the calf.

Angrily, he pulled Lin Nan up and walked forward quickly.

"Don't worry about me, but you are still the one who is embarrassed!"

Song Ze smiled and bent over.

He took a breath after laughing tiredly, straightened up and looked at Tang Ping, gave a thumbs up and said in approval:

"You did a good job!"

"If we had played in a haunted house before, we would have scared her to tears if we worked together!"

Tang Ping's mouth opened slightly: "...Well, maybe."

He couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.

bro.

You really don't regard her as a woman.

Exploring the cave is just a matter of walking around the stalactites intertwined like canine teeth, walking down from one end and then coming out from the other end.

But on this quick trip, I squandered most of the afternoon.

The aunt at the exit was selling watermelons that had been soaked in the cold stream of the cave. A group of people bought a few, divided some among themselves, and ate a mouthful of red teeth.

At dinner, Yan Yao, as the only girl among the only two girls, drank wine with several boys, seemingly out of frustration about being frightened by bats in the cave and making a fool of herself.

After a few glasses of wine, Xia Fei's cheeks were filled with joy.

"Teacher Guan Ai, would you like some?"

Song Ze held a bottle of beer and shook it at Tang Ping with slightly red cheeks.

Tang Ping shook his head repeatedly: "Thank you, I don't drink!"

Drinking is a scary thing!

During the summer vacation just after the college entrance examination, Laoban fulfilled his promise and took him to a bar to dance.

He watched with his own eyes as a few drunk people clashed and rushed out of the white foam.

I don’t know why they are so crazy, but they are also competing to put bubbles into each other’s mouths.

The picture was so beautiful that it gave Tang Ping a deep psychological shadow.

"Hey, you're a man, how can you not drink?"

A drunken writer blushed and said:

"You're a man, just have a drink with me! One for you and two for me, how about that?"

"Then he must be the president. A super man. Let alone drink two glasses of wine with you. I will drink two glasses of wine with you."

Tang Ping opened several bottles of wine and put them into the hands of the drunken writer:

"Come on, come on, don't be polite. If the president drinks, I will drink. Come on, don't be polite!"

Song Ze laughed loudly: "Okay, you and I! We won't go back until we get drunk!"

After several interruptions, it didn't take long.

The writer passed out drunk under the table.