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    When the game is interrupted, if one side takes the initiative to fight, it will naturally be judged as a loser.  But with Jiang Sen's mouth full of blood, it doesn't matter whether he wins or loses.  In a hurry, Cheng Zhanpeng sent Jiang Sen to the nearest hospital, and Xia Xiaolin followed him.

    After nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Sen came out of the hospital's aesthetic surgery room, and had four stitches in his mouth.  It's not a general surgical operation, but a medical cosmetic operation, which can be regarded as forced micro-plastic surgery.  The doctor told me to come back in a week to have the stitches removed, and try to eat some liquid food for the past few days. Hard, fried, thorny, spicy and even fresh food should not be touched.

    Jiang Sen was very distressed. His stomach was growling from hunger after nine o'clock in the evening. He drank the porridge and sighed with his head down: "I seem to be back in the mountains. Sometimes for several days, I can only drink porridge. Ah,  Porridge, porridge is hope"

    "Jiang Sen, it's okay" Xia Xiaolin looked at Jiang Sen's mouth worriedly.  The combination of the sausage mouth and the pimple in the pimple made Jiang Sen's face look like it had been bombed by some chemical.

    "It doesn't matter." Jiang Sen still lowered his head, sighing softly to himself, "There are difficulties, every day, all the time. People live in this world, even breathing and doing work, they have to overcome the air pressure.

    There is an active substance on the surface of the lungs called dipalmitone lecithin, which can change the surface tension of the lungs and prevent the lungs from shrinking. It is like a plug-in, which can make breathing a little easier, but in the final analysis, people still have to rely on themselves to eat  To gain energy, to gain the power to breathe.  Just living is going to be hung up, so what kind of thing is it if something like this or that happens every day?

    The earth has existed for billions of years, and only a short period of time can there be an environment suitable for biological survival. Humans have spent a lot of time transforming the environment, and we have today's life.  When people live in this world, they are born to be destroyed by heaven and earth.

    Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory. Difficulties in everything and everything are inevitable. No difficulties are accidental.  You can't just take chance as inevitable just because life is easy now, and you can't feel that you are going to die or live just because something unlucky has happened to you.  Unlucky things, sooner or later, definitely, must happen to everyone, I don't think it matters.  From the perspective of probability, it is better to be unlucky early than later. It is better to be unlucky when you are young than to be unlucky when you are old.

    As long as I am alive, I will be mentally prepared to face bad luck every day.  Not enough to eat, not warm enough to wear, surrounded by idiots, and Mount Tai, so what?  Even if I look a little out of shape, am I not handsome?  "

    Jiang Sen stirred the rice porridge that would not cool no matter how much he stirred it with his chopsticks, staring at the peanuts on the table, he suddenly raised his head and asked Cheng Zhanpeng, "Pengpeng! Can you help me?"

    "What did you call me?!" Peng Peng was furious, "It's not big or small! What can I do for you?"

    Jiang Sendao: "Help me tell those idiots in the Sports Bureau that I'm useless. We can find a private clinic and get a plaster cast later. I hope I can have my right leg or left hand cast, and then go to the police station to report to the police.  The idiot who threw me was fired." Cheng Zhanpeng ignored the second half of the sentence, and couldn't help thinking that this seemed to be a solution, so he nodded slightly: "Plasteringyou can"

    "What about the idiot who threw me?"

    "Students get along well, you always call people stupid, if you don't hit me, who will you hit?!"

    "Pengpeng, you don't love me anymore, you don't give me meat when you take me out for dinner!"

    Poof!

    Xia Xiaolin sprayed all the porridge on Cheng Zhanpeng's face, and couldn't help laughing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

    Hastily pulled out a tissue and slapped Cheng Zhanpeng's face.

    Cheng Zhanpeng is so crazy

    At around ten o'clock in the evening, Jiang Sen returned to the dormitory, and there was already a plaster cast on his hand.

    Everyone in dormitory 302 was shocked when they saw this, thinking that Jiang Sen had a broken arm.

    As a result, after Jiang Sen sat down, he took off the plaster very calmly, first sent a text message to the son of the plane, saying that he could not deliver the goods tonight, then picked up the washbasin and went directly to the water room.

    "Brother Mazi's mouth exploded, right?" Zhang Rongsheng was still so focused on finding Jiang Sen's weakness.

    Shao Min walked to Jiang Sen's bed, poked the big plaster cast, and cursed: "Damn it, are you pretending to have a broken hand?"

    "I thought he really broke his arm!" Luo Beikong sat up with a murderous look on his face, "If Mazi breaks his hand and can't play the game, I'll break off both of that idiot's legs tomorrow.  Coin's"

    Hu Qi sighed: "It's good that it's okay, the most is just the mouth is ugly, after a few days, the swelling should subside."

    Shao Min giggled and said, "Probably, butIt's swollen, and it's quite interesting"

    One night passed, and since Jiang Sen didn't code words at night, he read his biology textbook for a while.  Although the genetic questions are a headache, some things that need to be memorized should be strengthened a lot.  In the early morning of this day, Jiang Sen, who didn't have to make up his homework, slept until seven o'clock before getting up.

    After unhurriedly washing up, I went downstairs to the cafeteria and ate a large plate of steamed buns to make up for some of the energy lost last night. After eight o'clock, I sat on the seat on time again, with a huge plaster cast on my left hand, steady  Steadily covering Ji Xianxi's peeking sight.

    The first math in the morning, Jiang Sen and the others started the exam.

    Meng Qingbiao and Director Gao also sat in Cheng Zhanpeng's office on time again.  Cheng Zhanpeng, who didn't sleep well last night, was obviously more haggard today than yesterday because of a bit of mental stress.  He tiredly poured tea for the two leaders, and Meng Qingbiao actually began to get used to the environment here, and picked up today's "Dongou Daily" on the table.

    Flipping through it casually, he suddenly found another piece of news that caught his attention.

    The title is "The champion network "writer" who came out of the mountains, invested millions to repay his hometown".

    This is a champion, a writer, and a millionaire, and there is always something wrong with it.

    He hurriedly flipped through it, and found out that it was a writer named 2022 Jun, who donated a huge sum of 500,000 yuan to the Municipal Poverty Alleviation Office through Zhenou Street Deputy Director Wu Chen.  The Municipal Poverty Alleviation Office has contacted Qingmin Township to use the money to help rebuild the primary school destroyed by the typhoon in Shiligou Village under the jurisdiction of Qingmin Township.  The name of the school is going to be called "2022 Jun Hope Primary School".

    OhMr. 2022, I was shocked

    What I'm looking for is Jiang Sen. What does it have to do with Mr. 2022?

    Meng Qingbiao smiled, breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the newspaper in his hand.

    Before putting down the newspaper, he caught a glimpse of the editor of this article named Panda Hai.

    It seems to be the same editor as the one he saw yesterday?

    What a coincidence?  !

    Meng Qingbiao instantly felt something was wrong intuitively.

    At this moment, Director Gao took a sip of hot tea, put down his cup, and asked Cheng Zhanpeng casually: "Principal Cheng, what is the name of that novel written by Jiang Sen? Why can't I find it online yesterday?"

    "It was written under a pen name." Cheng Zhanpeng replied listlessly, "The title of the book is "My Wife is a Goddess", and the pen name is 2022 Jun."

    "My wife is a goddess? What kind of bullshit title is this, hahahahaha"

    Director Gao laughed and turned to look at Meng Qingbiao.

    However, Meng Qingbiao suddenly noticed that Meng Qingbiao's face was a little pale, his expression was shocked and angry, and he couldn't stop talking to himself: "Malay coins, horse coins, horse coins"

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