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    Several years later, Xu Bai still felt "humiliated" when he recalled that night in Tangwu on Mount Anle.  He was a great actor, a tall man with a height of 1.85 meters, and he was pressed on the bed like a little wife, and was forced to know all kinds of inappropriate things.

    The same thing, the name and purpose must be clearly stated.  The Internet said this was called popular science, but Xu Bai thought it was called public execution. Xu Bai was so ashamed that he wanted to commit suicide on the spot.

    It¡¯s all because of that night that Xu Bai would become so impure in the future.

    Fortunately, Xu Bai returned to the embrace of the crew the next day, numbing himself with busy work.  There is no one in the crew who is not a human spirit. Xu Bai's disappearance for a whole day must have something to do with Fu Xitang, but no one who is short-sighted dares to mention it in front of Xu Bai.  Everyone understood each other tacitly, as if they had forgotten what happened yesterday.

    ¡°Besides, Director Fan always hates people gossiping in his crew, which invisibly saved Xu Bai a lot of trouble.

    Ayan and Anping did not sleep in Tangwu last night because there was only one bedroom in Tangwu, so they were ruthlessly driven to a hot spring hotel by Fu Xitang.

    But this night, neither Ayan nor Anping slept well.  Anping thought a lot because he met Fu Xitang, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sleep.  Ah Yan, who was usually carefree, also suffered from insomnia. When he closed his eyes, the whistling wind from bungee jumping in the morning could still be heard in his ears. He lay on the bed and tossed and turned all night.

    So when they got up the next morning, they met in the bathroom with dark circles under their eyes.

    Anping: "Morning."

    Ayan: "morning."

    Two people stood in front of the dressing table and brushed their teeth together, brushing their teeth three times on the left and three on the right, a rare synchronicity.

    A Yan spit out the foam and asked: "What do you want to do today?"

    Anping asked back: "Is there anything you want to do?"

    "Ah?" Ayan was stunned, what did he want to do?  Does ordering takeout count?

    The two people stared at each other, then turned their heads to rinse their mouths.  Half an hour later, the two of them walked out of the hotel. Anping flipped through the wish list on his phone as he walked. He searched and searched and finally found something he could do right now, "Be a bad boy for a day."

    A Yan was confused: "What?"

    Isn¡¯t this wish so damn strange?  Is there something wrong with this person?

    Anping didn¡¯t care about Ayan¡¯s surprise. He looked up and down at Ayan¡¯s overalls and white running shoes, and shook his head, ¡°You don¡¯t fit the image of a family that buries love at all.¡±

    A Yan: "I'm going to bury my damn love! I'm going to bury Lin Daiyu with flowers!"

    Anping opened his mouth and was about to speak when a burst of laughter, like a motorcycle passing by, suddenly came from behind him.

    Ayan frowned and looked away from Anping.  At this moment, they had walked to the hotel lobby. Three boys about the same age as Anping were standing about ten meters behind Anping, looking at them with huge smiles.

    One of the ones with dyed yellow hair came forward and said, "Anping, no wonder you disappeared after the holidays. So you came here to be a bad boy? Why, are there any kittens or puppies here that you can bully?  ?¡±

    After saying that, his other two companions also came over. One of them looked at Anping sideways and said, "I thought the study committee members loved studying so much. It turns out they were all just pretending. You want to be a bad boy. With your body, go out."  Were you beaten? Or were you picked up cigarette butts?"

    "That's right, when school starts we will help you publicize it and make sure everyone is afraid of you hahahahaha"

    Come again, come again, is this motorcycle leaking oil?  Ayan thought so and couldn't help but step forward to scold them.  When it comes to swearing, Brother Yan has never lost.

    Ayan rolled up his sleeves and was about to go, but Anping stretched out his hand to stop Ayan, looked at the three of them calmly, and said, "Even if you go to the teacher to complain and prevent me from becoming a study committee member, it's not your turn."  Made for¡ª"

    With that said, Anping solemnly reminded: "Because your grades are really bad."

    It is now past ten o'clock in the morning, and people are coming and going in the hotel. Many people are casting curious glances at the five and a half-year-old teenagers who are blocked in the hotel lobby.  The three people didn't hold back their laughter just now, and Anping didn't lower his voice when he spoke. So a passerby who happened to pass by couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard "the grades are too bad."

    The laughter was very light, as light as goose feathers, but it was like a slap on the faces of the three people, causing burning pain.

    "Anping! Do you want to fight?"

    "That's it, do you think we won't dare to touch you if the teacher likes you? Don't go snitching if you can!"

    &nbsHe grasped Anping's arm tightly with both hands and said, "Did you know? I have been abroad for many, many years. I can speak German, French, Italian, Greek, Japanese, Korean, and Arabic, and I can also speak with Indians."  Aboriginal exchange¡­¡±

    Anping looked at him and said regretfully: "I won't pass these college entrance examinations."

    Ayan: ¡°¡­¡­¡­¡­¡±

    Anping: "It's actually not that scary."

    Ayan: "Where does the Minister of Education live?"

    Anping didn't say anything. He took out his mobile phone and opened the music software to play a song for Ayan - "Sailor". A rough male voice immediately sounded in the courtyard: "He said the pain in the wind and rain is nothing. Wipe away your tears and don't be afraid.  At least we still have dreams"

    Ayan was moved, "What is our dream?"

    Anping: "Be a bad boy."

    Ayan: ""

    Anping: "I have a friend, Mr. Tony, who works in a hair salon. He will help us change it into what we want."

    An hour and a half later, Ayan was sitting in a chain hair salon in a well-known town, looking at her new look and wanting to die.  He secretly glanced at Anping next to him. Anping was adapting well. Although his red hair and tight pants were extremely arrogant, his paralyzed face successfully added a bit of aloofness to him.

    With Ayan's face clasped, the two of them stood together, mourning and burying their love, which was referred to as "a funeral procession".

    Ayan couldn't help but look up at the sky. The sun is so bright today.  It is appropriate to break ground and conduct funerals.

    In the evening, Fu Xitang took Xu Bai to visit An's family and received warm hospitality from Xu Bai's crush, An's mother.

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    I can¡¯t control my increasingly crooked mind. I can probably write a hundred orz every day when I have such convulsions.

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