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Chapter 141: Provocation and Anger

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    ¡°Brother, I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s my imagination, but I felt that the blond princess looked at me several times today and smiled at me. It feels like a dream. Do loser men also have spring?¡±

    "It's already June now, you have to wait until next year for spring."

    Guo Huang was playing with his cell phone, still making sharp remarks about his bad friend Wang Qing. However, Wang Qing was not hit. Instead, he let out an ooh and said meaningfully:

    "I understand, are you jealous?"

    Guo Huang looked away from the screen and looked at him with pity. I'm sorry. There is always a bad friend in this world who will use your dark history to make girls happy. I didn't mean it, it was just intentional. I can't bear it.  Tell you the truth.

    "Let's not talk about it anymore. Speaking of which, this time when Master Jiejie handed out the test papers for the last exam, he didn't punish us corporally. He just scolded us for failing and didn't say anything else. It's really rare."

    "That's because she accidentally scolded the wrong person, just to cover up her embarrassment."

    "That's true of you, haha, what are you talking about? Do you who failed the exam all have negative IQs? The other students who did well in the exam have at least ten times your IQs! It's really funny."

    "Teacher, it's just a slip of the tongue. You are more talented than Black History. I haven't found anyone who can subvert your magical essay, 'My grandfather is a little girl wearing a floral skirt, so beautiful!'  'This is something that can be remembered for a lifetime."

    "Ah, ah, I told you not to talk about black history, you bastard, the world is such a big place, I feel so unfortunate to know you!"

    "Hahaha, it's just each other."

    After the two of them laughed and joked for a while, Wang Qing began to ask the serious question he wanted to ask:

    "I think I saw you riding a bicycle today. Where is your electric bike?"

    "It was stolen."

    "Ah, I actually stole the queen's mount! Damn thief, have you called the police?"

    "Forget it, let's not talk about whether we can get it back. Even if we get it back, it will only take a few months. We might as well buy a new one."

    "Well, that's how it is in China. Our citizens' finances were stolen, and the value was too small to even bother to file a case for you. If it's a foreigner, it's a different story. I remember there was a Japanese or something in Wuhan who lost his bicycle.  We searched the whole city and finally found it."

    "Why are you talking about this? There are too many painful things in society. Where are the people who have the energy to take care of them? We students just need to study hard and make progress every day."

    Wang Qing glanced at Guo Huang with contempt and said:

    "Don't say this disgusting slogan from elementary school. Speaking of which, I was very unlucky today. My bicycle had a puncture on the way, so I had to push it to the repair shop. I found out that I didn't have any money to repair the tire, so I was worried.  When I was in school, I met a kind-hearted and beautiful girl who actually paid for my car repair in advance. I was really touched. When I returned to school, I saw Princess Long Yu smiling at me several times, so I felt that my spring had arrived.  The only pity is that I didn¡¯t remember to ask that girl¡¯s name and didn¡¯t know which school she went to.¡±

    Guo Huang stood up, patted his shoulder with a 'serious' look and said:

    "Wang Qing, I've given you the money, so don't worry about that person."

    Wang Qing was stunned for a moment, then said angrily:

    "Your sister! I just want to pay her back in the future. It's as dirty as you think. Wait, that girl's face looks so familiar."

    Wang Qing suddenly took out his mobile phone and started to operate it. He slapped his thigh fiercely and said:

    "is her!"

    "Who is it?"

    "That's the beautiful Weibo girl I found yesterday, the one you messed with. Well, her Weibo name is Zhen Huan. Well, it was inspired by that TV series, right? Oh, I posted a new signature Weibo  Ah, let me take a look."

    "The wind can blow up a piece of white paper, but it can't blow away a butterfly, because the power of life lies in not obeying fate. Such philosophical words and such sad writing, wow, I'm moved."

    Guo Huang's heart moved when he heard this. He also opened Weibo on his mobile phone and looked at the avatar of the Weibo owner again. He was indeed very familiar with it. It was the Zhen Xue he had met yesterday. Wang Qing was moved by that sentence, but Guo Huang was vaguely aware of it.  Understanding what she wanted to express, she couldn't help but smile bitterly. Now the queen would continue to have a headache.

    An ordinary day has passed. Guo Huang planned to stay in the real world for a few more days, so he did not travel to the two-dimensional world. Because he obtained the learning ability copied from Saya Takagi, Guo Huang discovered that the real world?The course has become simpler, as if a layer of frosted glass has been removed from the field of vision, and many knowledge points have become extremely clear. Whether it is memory, understanding, or analytical skills, it has been greatly enhanced. Guo Huang estimates that if this continues, even if  Unlike the intense study for the high school entrance examination, the college entrance examination a year later will not be a big problem.

    After school, Guo Huang packed his schoolbag and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard his deskmate say softly:

    "Classmate Guo Huang, that"

    "What's the matter? Lan Xi?"

    "II saw a book in a used bookstore, but my pocket money is not enough this month. Can you lend me fifty?"

    Guo Huang was surprised that Lan Xi took the initiative to borrow money from him, but without thinking too much, he took out a piece of banknote with body temperature and handed it to her:

    "Go ahead and buy it. Don't worry about returning it to me. But you really like collecting ancient books."

    "Well, thank you, I will return it to you as soon as possible."

    "Lan Xi, if you buy it, can you let me have a look? I'm also very curious about your hobbies."

    "Okay, but I guess you won't see it. It's a red book of "Quotations of Chairman Mao"."

    Guo Huang feels that if he drinks water, he will definitely squirt out. Lan Xi actually collects this kind of red-backed book, which is second only to the Bible in terms of sales in the world?  It is a very strange hobby for today's female high school students.

    "This book I read it when I was a child, at my grandpa's place."

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    "What I like is the humanistic atmosphere it contains. The content is not important. Well, thank you again, classmate Guo Huang. See you tomorrow."

    "See you tomorrow."

    When Guo Huang came to the parking tent, he was stunned. His bicycle was missing, but someone drew an arrow with chalk on the ground. He followed the arrow and saw that his dismembered bicycle was still in the campus garbage dump, with other things on it.  Hang a sign and the garbage truck should stay at the dump.

    Infinite anger rose in his heart. This naked provocation made Guo Huang, who had always told himself that keeping a low profile was the way to go, exploded. He suddenly stomped the ground, and with a click, cement blocks flew everywhere, like bullets.  Hits surrounding objects.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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