"Hello, Brother Zhang!" A weak greeting made Zhang Heng suddenly startled. He was already disguised like this. How could anyone recognize him? Even if he could recognize him, it would be impossible for him to come to him now. Well, this The person's voice sounded somewhat familiar.
When I looked back, I was immediately happy. It turned out to be Xu Rong, a young man I met yesterday when I applied for a card. "How did you recognize me?" Zhang Heng asked doubtfully. At this time, he would not say that he was completely unrecognizable, but he was almost unrecognizable. He went to a sesame spa and had a pockmarked face. The three women next to him also had freckles and other decorations on their faces. He could picture his own face without looking in the mirror, but once he looked in the mirror, it was all over!
"Brother Zhang, I feel like you stand out from the crowd no matter where you go, or like a bright light in the darkness, or like" Xu Rong's horse came out randomly. Today is different from yesterday. Since he wants to recognize his eldest brother, he has to go around. Be careful!
"Stop, please send this evil thing to my email later, with the suffix of 139 on your mobile phone number!" Zhang Heng made a joke, but was immediately slapped. Xiao Yin looked up at a face with deep freckles, but there were too many A bit nifty!
In the previous generation in rural areas, at least five out of ten people had pockmarks on their faces, which are called freckles in more elegant terms. Nowadays, at least one out of ten people has them, and they mostly appear on the faces of girls. In high school, there are less than one in the class. Fifty people, a dozen of them have freckles on their faces. However, both the color and the number of spots have been greatly reduced. The real pockmarks cover the entire face, and in severe cases are accompanied by pits. The reason is that chickenpox was not treated well when I was a child. The more remote the place, the more pockmarks there were, and the number of girls was higher than that of boys. Unlike today, children are vaccinated against chickenpox when they are only a few months old.
Zhang Heng still remembers that when he had chickenpox as a child, he was covered with a large hemp garment for three days.
Shaking his head, wondering what he was doing, he said, "You come to see the show too!"
Who would have thought that Xu Rong actually replied: "I'm here specifically to see you, Brother Zhang. That's it. I heard that the martial arts school plans to develop a club in the university, so I wanted to sign up in advance to see if I can help!"
"Which school are you from?" Zhang Heng asked with a strange expression. He had met Xu Luo, a freshman from Shu University, at the airport. Could it be that Xu Rong is also a senior official?
"Shu University, majoring in e-commerce, I will sign up to go to school at the end of the month, but I have already visited many times in advance." Xu Rong responded.
Damn it, what a coincidence, no need to be so exaggerated, all the people I know are from Shu University. When did everyone¡¯s grades become so good? In fact, it also has something to do with the qualifications of teachers. For example, in a village primary school, if you score 80% in the exam, you can basically advance to the top ten, and those who will fail will slip away. But in a city primary school, you Even if you get 90% on the test, it is very likely that you will ask your parents, because the average score is generally around 95%.
Zhang Heng said shamelessly: "Haha. What a coincidence, I am also a freshman at Shu University!"
Xu Rong was stunned and immediately became ecstatic, what a fate!
But Xiao Yin next to him broke the news and pouted: "If I remember correctly, you must be at least ninety points short of the Sichuan University score line!" The real number is even more than this, so I have to be merciful.
"Ahem~~! Don't worry. I have special skills and belong to the scope of special admissions!" Zhang Heng replied without blushing.
As a result, Fu Mei followed up and said, "What special skills do you have?"
Zhang Heng said seriously with a pockmarked face: "If I don't go to Shu University, wouldn't the position of school president be vacant? If word spreads, it will affect the school's reputation, and it will also affect the next enrollment. What a situation!¡±
"I'm vomiting!" "Ouch, I'm going to vomit too!" The three women all looked like they were defeated by you.
Zhang Heng chuckled and quickly used the transfer weapon. He invited everyone to watch the show first and talk about something later, including Xu Rong's matters of course. He didn't like to make friends, but Xu Rong gave him a very strange feeling, as if the two of them were bound to have a relationship. Generally, this is not special. I had the same illusion from Qin Wuyang before.
He doesn¡¯t believe in fate, but he can¡¯t ignore this feeling. His eight senses are fully opened and his spiritual level is greatly increased. Every intuition cannot be groundless, there must be a reason for its existence, but he still can't figure it out, unless it's because?
"Look, Li Dalong has been beaten away!" Guo Chunyan shouted.
Being interrupted from his thoughts, Zhang Heng stopped thinking too much. At this time, the atmosphere at the scene had reached the edge of explosion. Everyone was too excited. The battle of southern fist and northern leg once again set off the dispute between northern and southern Shaolin, and the two sides in the field Although I am not a disciple of Shaolin, I am closely related to Shaolin.
According to records, the Tongbei Fist practiced by Yinglong originally came from Shaolin. Of course, there is no guarantee that Shaolin will put gold on his face. Li Dalong's Tan Kou also has two moves from Shaolin, and the remaining ten moves also come from temples and belong to Zen Buddhism.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, what I want is just a shush. The host finally stopped playing soy sauce. He picked up the microphone and started to explain in a decent manner. Sitting next to him was Shi Yanlin. Instead of saying a few words, he looked at the shape of his mouth and mentioned more. To Shaolin.
But Zhang Heng was stunned after watching it for a while. Gai Yinglong and Li Dalong were actually pretending to fight, but it was so subtle that it could be fake.
When I think about it, it suddenly dawns on me that Ying Long used to occasionally rely on performances to earn money to buy big cakes for his apprentices to eat, while Li Dalong basically relied on street performances for a living. The two of them got along well and created a good story!
"Okay, okay, well done, Master Yinglong!" There were endless shouts from the audience. Yinglong had already explained that the man who was wearing face just now was the owner of the Beast Fist Martial Arts School, and he was doing the tricks. Now that mysterious The owner of the museum stepped out, which is in line with the style of a master. With Zhang Heng's departure, the audience's enthusiasm was transferred to Ying Long. Li Dalong naturally became a villain. Since ancient times, evil has always prevailed over good. If Li Dalong was undefeated, he would also You have to be drowned in spit.
But seeing Li Dalong stand up like a carp, and fight Ying Long back and forth for a while, two funny brows moved, which was a signal, Ying Long followed the plan and knocked him down. It's an honor to lose even if you didn't fall, eh!
Zhang Heng could only shout that it was boring, but he could also understand that it was indeed impossible for Cheng to actually fight him. Now that he was planning to recruit Li Dalong, he couldn't really hurt him. When the time came, there would be nothing to see later. , it¡¯s still early, and we don¡¯t just go to the ancient town just to watch the show. With the five-kilometer-long ancient street, countless storefronts and ancient buildings, and hundreds of snacks, it¡¯s too easy to spend an afternoon.
Just as he was about to call the three women to retreat, a barbarian trotted over and reported in a low voice: "Barbarian King, there is a woman over there who asked us to pass a note to you!"
"Woman, note?" Zhang Heng was startled. This is absolutely impossible. He can count how many friends of the opposite sex he has on his ten fingers.
Before he could figure it out, Fu Mei had already snatched the note and read out loud, "The flowers are not flowers, and the mist is not mist. It comes in the middle of the night and goes at dawn. It comes like a spring dream in a short time, and it goes like a morning cloud." Find a place.¡±
"What does this mean?" It seemed to be a poem, but it hit Zhang Heng's weakness and he couldn't translate it.
Xiao Yin immediately came up to him, stared at him with a scrutinizing eye, and said word by word: "You really don't know?"
Zhang Heng suddenly felt sweat on his forehead. He really didn¡¯t know who sent the note. After thinking about it for a while, he had no choice but to reply: "!"
ps: I¡¯m in a very bad state today, so I¡¯ll just give you 2,000 words. Go to bed first. I¡¯ll update with 10,000 words tomorrow!