Abyss Express

Bu Meteor was sitting at the desk, motionless.

Biting his nails nervously, he looked down to see the ruby ​​on the talisman gleaming.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the manuscript paper on the desktop had an extraordinary attraction for him.

The eccentric appeal was beyond the realms of the ordinary—it wasn't his desire to read.

It's like the feeling of hunger and thirst. When you see a big beauty in a miniskirt on the street, you can't help but glance over and take a look.

His lips were dry and his eyes were staring. Time passed minute by minute, and every second was so long for Ah Xing.

"Can't watch, absolutely can't watch!"

At this time, Bu Liuxing understood what Teacher Victor meant by "Knight Tournament".

This is not a simple endurance game.

——It was a competition of mental strength between the two of them.

There is definitely something wrong with those manuscript papers, with very powerful magic, or superpowers attached to them.

Ah Xing looked solemnly at the bookcase, which was filled with the diaries of other passengers.

From the corner of the more bookshelf, a few black shadows appeared in the darker place, which seemed to be mice.

Those tiny sounds made Ah Xing nervous and his eyes were red.

If the description in the crew instructions is correct - then there is no doubt that David Victor is an armadillo hunter.

After Mr. Victor left, the feeling of oppression gradually disappeared, allowing Bu Liuxing's brain to find a trace of sobriety in the fear.

Thinking of the experience of the past ten minutes just now, he suddenly came back to his senses. Perhaps many passengers, like him, were attracted by the article in the Sun Times, like insects smelling the smell of carrion, and took the initiative to crash into the piranha. mouth.

To understand these -

——Bu Meteor immediately took out his phone.

But his thumb was stuck on the unlock button, and he couldn't press it anymore—at this moment, he felt very ashamed.

"When I parted from Brother Xueming, I promised him that I would try my luck with other passengers, but what am I doing? What am I doing!"

He slapped his cheeks, trying to wake up from the attraction of the manuscript, and stomped his feet angrily, annoyed and sad.

"I can't trouble him anymore! He said that if I can ask something useful, he will be very happy. I rarely see brother Xueming laughing, things that make him laugh, It's very, very important!"

He finally understands—

——Why does the old passenger who guards his clothes outside the toilet door always like to talk to himself.

In this underground world, there are many deadly temptations and crazy pursuits. Sometimes, even the brain will betray itself, believing wrong signals and wrong instructions.

Only by speaking out your inner thoughts and constantly strengthening your impressions can you not be dominated by blurred hallucinations.

Just when Bu Meteor learned from the pain and was about to get up and leave. Another intense sense of shame tugged at his legs.

It was as if two cold hands had grabbed his ankles, and he couldn't walk anymore.

"I promised Victor to guard this manuscript for him."

Bu Meteor's breathing became more and more heavy, and from this 1.9 meter tall man, there was a sound of panting like a cow.

"From the moment we met, the teacher never put on any airs with me. He opened his heart to me, a stranger. He poured out his troubles and asked for help, even if he was an armadillo hunter, even if he was an enemy. I accepted this challenge and Absolutely cannot admit defeat and break your promise!"

Five minutes to go—

——Five minutes at the fastest, nine minutes at the latest, Victor will be back.

"In order to write a good story, he cut his hand open, just like fulfilling his promise to the readers. The teacher is a person who keeps his word, and he wants to write a living and bloody severed hand—is it painful? It must be very pain"

Bu Liuxing pursed his lips, embraced each other with his hands, his eyes were burning with anger, and he would never admit defeat.

"How can I live up to his expectations - if I promise him something, I must do it, otherwise, how can I defeat him?"

He swallowed his saliva nervously, but his eyes gradually shifted involuntarily to the manuscript paper on the desk.

"Even if the teacher is a hunter, I have to wait until after the duel, ask him clearly, and then consider whether to give him a punch - the teacher is only 1.8 meters tall, and he doesn't look strong at all. When it comes to fighting, I am not afraid of him at all. "

He stretched out his hand suddenly, lifted his chin, and forcibly straightened his head.

"No way, follow the meteor."

Ah Xing said to himself fiercely.

"You can't peek, don't be impatient."

Just at this time--

—David Victor is back.

The great writer who behaved strangely pushed open the door.

Bu Meteor seemed to have walked through the gate of hell, and immediately stood up. "Teacher! You're back? Is this my victory?"

"No." Victor apologized: "The train has just entered the 70th district of the northern border, and it's a bit cold. I'm coming back to change clothes, and I'm only wearing pajamas to go to the dining car. I'm afraid it's not polite."

"Oh, so that's the case." Bu Meteor sat back again, staring at the time on the waterproof watch uneasily, less than two minutes had passed.

Victor walked out slowly after changing his clothes, and asked Ah Xing a question before parting.

"I'm sorry, I made you happy for nothing. You didn't peek at my manuscript, did you?"

"Don't worry, teacher!" Bu Liuxing replied immediately: "I don't know how to read it! No matter how many times you come back to change clothes, I feel good. If you want me to watch for half an hour, it will be fine!"

Hearing A Xing's answer, Victor's expression was lost, with a deep sense of loss. It took a long time to recover from that sad mood and become radiant again.

"Not bad, really good, Bu Meteor, your eyes are really good, if I can get your diary, it must be a wonderful life!"

Ah Xing asked again: "Teacher you."

"Yes, I am a hunter." Victor said bluntly: "In order to write more powerful stories, I have won your journals through duels. Just like the famous author Hemingway, he captured the The romantic affairs of friends who are ashamed, at the risk of breaking the friendship, should also write these materials into the book and become a beautiful thing for readers."

Ah Xing was silent——

—he was seldom completely silent, completely quiet.

After Victor left and went to prepare coffee in a serious manner, after the suffocating sense of oppression dissipated, Ah Xing finally became alert—this contest was officially started.

"In this case, I can't lose even more."

He frantically turned on his phone and flipped through the diary.

He and Jiang Xueming's mobile phone data had been copied from each other. It was a common investigation record of the two, and it was impossible to separate a single log.

It contains a lot of information about Jiang Xueming, including his [love affair] with Mrs. Canaan, and Jiang Bailu and panacea.

He thought about it carefully, if these things were published in the newspaper, it would be a terrible thing for brother Xueming.

David Victor walked all the way to the dining car.

As he passed through the carriages, the noisy guests suddenly became quiet.

It wasn't until he left that the guests returned to normal from the oppressive feeling, discussing softly in private.

"That's the VIP in the VIP car."

"Which one is it?"

"David Victor - BOSS likes him very much, is a translator."

"When he passed me, I felt like I was being strangled"

"There is always an almost crazy persistence in these distinguished guests, which is really disturbing."

Mr. Victor has changed into decent clothes.

He changed into a small dress and tight leather pants, with a very energetic demeanor. On the feet are bright red cloth boots, the black velvet scarf and the silver hair accessories set off the big golden curly hair, there is a belt made of seventeen silver decorative buckles on the waist, and he is juggling a pen in one hand , holding a square doctor's bag in one hand - it looks very public.

From the cold land in the north, the cold wind with frost and mist blows in from outside the carriage - many guests have already pulled down the windows of the car, and when they saw this flamboyant coquettish writer passing by, they couldn't help shrinking their heads and hiding Go to the other side of the cold car window.

Victor came to the dining car and took out a few raw materials for Mrs. Bai’s coffee from the heavy doctor’s bag—and started making coffee.

At this time, Jiang Xueming had just entered the dining car—he was still worried, thinking of how Bu Liuxing was so fascinated by various things that he couldn't find his way. He only waited for about ten minutes before deciding to get up and look for it.

Until Xue Ming bumped into this strangely dressed blonde with big curly hair in the dining car.

The difference from the other passengers is that this blond curly hair didn't intend to evade actively, and he wasn't afraid at all.

This made Xue Ming pay more attention, put on a fake business smile, and took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello! What's your name, sir?"

Victor fiddled with the bottles and cans on the dining table, but ignored Jiang Xueming and devoted himself to the coffee making process.

Jiang Xueming moved closer, saw the appearance of the person in front of him clearly, and asked in an unhurried manner: "Hello! My name is Jiang Xueming, what's your name, sir?"

"David Victor." Hearing that the person reported his real name, Victor replied politely.

Jiang Xueming then took out a cigarette from his pocket, but was dismissed by Victor with his eyes.

So Xueming put away the cigarettes, and didn't take out his phone to take pictures, and didn't want to leave any strange tails.

he continued.

"Mr. Victor, have you met my friend?"

"how does he look like?"

"He is tall, 1.9 meters tall, looks very pleasing and kind."

"Big eyes? I'm not sure if it's the one you're talking about."

"Yes, the eyes are very big, and it wears the common spirit clothes of passengers."

"Any other features?"

"He looks not very smart, loves to cry, gets angry easily, and can't control his emotions well."

"Is it your friend?"

"Very important friend."

Immediately afterwards, the two never spoke again.

Victor's emerald-like eyes stared closely at Xueming. He is like a scanner, trying to see the story of Xue Ming clearly.

Jiang Xueming did not evade, and circled around to Victor's side, blocking most of the aisle.

——If Xue Ming doesn't get out of the way, Victor won't be able to return the same way.

Victor finally replied, "Well, he's in my car."

"Are you making coffee for him?" Jiang Xueming asked back, "Can you take me to see him?"

Victor went on to say: "It will take a few minutes, please do me a favor? Answer a few questions for me."

Jiang Xueming then replied, "What do you want me to do for you? If you have any questions, just ask."

"What flavor does your friend like?"

"Thirteen cents of sugar, he likes sweets very much."

"What about the acidity?"

"Ask his waiter. I don't understand coffee."

"Then follow the normal way. Is he particular about coffee latte art and stirring methods?"

"You have to ask his waiter too."

"Then help me find two packs of sugar and two cartons of milk, can you?"

"no problem."

"Jiang Xueming, you want to find him, why don't you call him?"

"I want him to meet some new friends in the car and find out what our destination is like, but calling him suddenly may affect his social quality, Mr. Victor, think carefully, if you and this The young man was having a good time talking, but he suddenly wants to answer an emergency call, and he doesn’t know when he will be back, so I’m afraid it will spoil your interest.”

"You're right, you're very thoughtful." Victor had a hearty smile on his face.

In the few minutes it takes to brew your coffee.

Jiang Xueming felt very strange - he chatted very comfortably with this stranger.

The way the other party cooks coffee and treats the food is very serious. He is a very professional barista.

Just one question -

——Xue Ming could smell the perfume of Meteor from this guy, as well as the smell of incense and blood.

He didn't immediately check out these sharp and terrifying features, but just quietly waited for Mr. Victor to speak.

If Bu Liuxing has already encountered an accident, he can't do much, and if Bu Liuxing is still a hostage in the opponent's hands, he can't do anything.

In this awkward social context, he felt very passive.

He had no choice but to insinuate from various topics to find a sense of security.

"Mr. Victor, are you a barista? I think you make coffee very professionally"

"No, I'm a newspaper writer, mostly fiction, and coffee calms me down as much as it does me up."

"Um"

Victor asked, "Jiang Xueming, you seem to be very worried about me."

Jiang Xueming explained, "There is always a feeling of uneasiness when going out."

From the official start of the [competition].

Only three minutes passed.

The filtrate of the coffee dripped from the container and fell into the glistening white lady's solution tea.

Victor took the topic about [uneasy] from Xue Ming's mouth.

"It seems that the teacher randomly recited Lu Xun's texts in class. You happen to remember every word of "Weeds", but you still feel uneasy, right?"

"This statement is quite strange." Xue Ming looked at the liquid in the coffee cup, "Mr. Victor, can you explain it to me in detail?"

"This feeling of unease lies in two points. One of them may be that the teacher can't recite "Weeds" at all. Maybe the text that needs to be recited is "Hot Wind", which is something you didn't expect." Victor couldn't find the spoon , Difficulty at the table.

Jiang Xueming immediately understood the meaning, and searched for the tableware in the cupboard with Victor. He continued, "Yes, I am on this train, and I am afraid that all kinds of unexpected troubles will suddenly appear."

Mr. Victor finished his sentence while looking for it, "The second point is that you memorized both anthologies, but the teacher feinted and didn't plan to call your name at all."

"Yes. I have prepared a lot of things for this trip. If they are not used, it will feel like a waste of time." Jiang Xueming found a pair of chopsticks: "Victor, are you going to stir the coffee? Use chopsticks Is there no spoon here?"

"No." Victor explained with kindness in his eyes, "The spoon is a spoon, and the chopsticks are chopsticks. Just like the text, they should not be confused. Even if it's just the stirring process, it will make the coffee taste different."

This rigorous and serious attitude gave Jiang Xueming an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"Well, you're right about me."

In the next second, Jiang Xueming froze and didn't speak again.

Because he clearly saw that on the table next to Victor, the cup of coffee was originally a mess, with fluorescent and milk stains, and many messy brown spots.

When they looked down for the spoon and looked up again.

Just tens of seconds of effort——

—The coffee has been stirred.

For a moment, under the protection of the spirit clothes, Xue Ming's inspiration has been wrapped in layers of psychic clothes, and he can still feel——

——There seemed to be something beside Mr. Victor that helped him to complete the stirring of the coffee.

Just now, Xue Ming could faintly see a whip-shaped outline in the mist from the teapot, which seemed to be a tail.

It is like a soft, boneless long worm, a spirit snake made of bright red flames, and the shape of the tip of its tail is like a frivolous and frivolous peach heart, which has just left the coffee cup.

This kind of extraordinary inspiration made Jiang Xueming involuntarily vigilant——Victor seemed to be harboring some kind of demon.

"One cup is ready, and I'm waiting for it to cool for a while, I'm going to make a second cup." Victor continued to tinker with the container while talking, "It will probably take a few minutes."

Jiang Xueming no longer took the initiative to speak, and only acted as a listener.

Victor was busy at the kitchen counter, and talked about empathy again.

"Actually, I'm the same as you, Jiang Xueming—I also have many, many [uneasy] feelings in my life."

"I write fiction for The Sun Times, and whenever I start writing, there's that uneasy feeling that comes at my throat, like a god has a stranglehold on me, but it won't kill me outright."

"When the manuscript is handed in, will it be returned, will it be in the paper without revision?"

"In this suffocating panic, until the finished manuscript was revised, I seemed to grab a straw and climb ashore, and got a short period of peace. But that kind of peace will not last long."

"Because there will be a stronger sense of crisis coming to me immediately."

"Does anyone care about my work?"

"No way? No one is there, right?"

"Not seeing congratulatory letters from readers, or not getting a single comment, even a bad one, makes me more and more uneasy."

"Whenever I see other popular publications, I will be shocked by those works and the author's whimsy, which makes me even more disturbed."

"Thousands of thoughts in my heart, I just want to try my best to steal or rob their readers, and use my words to steal and plunder them."

"As long as someone responds to me, even if it is a criticism that can't spit out ivory, I will be as happy as eating a caramel macchiato. That is the response I get when I open my heart. I look into my heart better—thank you, Jiang Xueming, thank you for listening to my complaints."

Speaking of which, the time is almost——

—Victor turned around, putting the second cup of coffee behind him.

"Jiang Xueming, when we venture underground, we will encounter many, many dangerous and terrifying things. Just blindly defending, this feeling of [uneasiness] will become stronger and stronger, and it will slowly drive you crazy."

"I'm a VIP at the station, and I'm your senior. The boss wants people like us to find opportunities to guide the passengers and teach you how to survive in this underground world."

"From my personal experience, the trick to staying awake in this kind of [restlessness] or [madness] is not something that can be done by pure reason or thinking."

Just inadvertently, Jiang Xueming missed Victor's magic show again.

By the time Victor turned back to clear the plates, the second cup of coffee had been stirred too, and he didn't see the spoon from start to finish.

I only heard Victor whispering softly, leading the way ahead, describing in a friendly voice.

"I use writing to overcome my inner fears, those horrifying monsters or spiritual disasters, and the horrifying and bizarre phenomena, all of which make my desire for creation start to burn, and my heart is full of courage. Therefore, I think ——Finding the sustenance of courage is very important. I have prepared a gift for your friend."

Jiang Xueming: "This cup of coffee?"

Victor: "More important than coffee."

"I should thank you for my friend." Jiang Xueming replied sincerely, "It seems that he was very lucky to meet you on this train."

Victor emphasized: "As long as your observation skills are strong enough, lucky opportunities can be found everywhere, but in most cases, the bitch Lady Luck favors the brave."

The two walked forward all the way, going deeper into the carriage.

It's just that the surrounding passengers suffered a great crime. They were almost like stacked arhats, hiding everywhere in the car, and some even climbed into the luggage rack and curled up in a dark corner.

At this very moment—

——Bu Meteor barely covered his eyes.

He was sure that the manuscript paper on the table must be the magic book of some evil wizard. Otherwise, how could my hands and eyelids be totally disobedient?

In this silent contest, Ah Xing felt that the mental power of his brain was exhausted extremely quickly, as if he had been staying up for several days and nights in a row, but his body did not react, and he remained excited and refused to sleep.

"You can't look at it, you can't look at it, you can't look at it!" He repeatedly reminded himself that he must not do anything beyond the etiquette of knights.

But there seemed to be a barking cat living in his heart, and the desire to spy on the manuscript was simply indelible.

He pushed himself up, buried his head in his lap, trying to fight the fear of losing control of his emotions. Trying to divert attention in a dark environment and hide from hallucinations.

At this moment, rustling noises brought him savagely back to reality.

Because of his strong curiosity, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the desk involuntarily—the voice came from the desk!

"What? Is there something?!"

He leaned forward to take a closer look, and when he saw the foreign object on the desk, his soul almost left his body.

The neat manuscript paper is wrapped in a black envelope, only revealing its unsealed thick folded edges.

Next to the small square box of waxed wax, squatted a dozen fat mice, eating the envelope of the manuscript.

Counting without their tails, they are almost 20 centimeters long, and each of them is overnourished.

What Bu Meteor heard was the sound of these fat rats with shiny fur gnawing on manuscripts.

The phrase "beast" hadn't had time to shout out.

Ah Xing bit the bullet and grabbed the desk lamp and swung it towards him violently. The pyroxene on his chest spewed out bright red flames, as if his anger was burning.

The rats were in a mess, squeaking and screaming in the broken glass of the desk lamp, and seemed to be attracted by some delicious food. Under the savage swipe of the meteor, the rats sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed——

——Even if some of the rats had already turned into meat paste, the other rats seemed to be under a curse, not afraid of the threat of death, and rushed to bite the black envelope one after another.

"You beasts! You're going to kill me!" Ah Xing still had half of the lamp handle left in his hand, looking shocked and angry.

He snatched the envelope from the rats, and seeing the dense bite marks on the black envelope made his scalp tingle. There are quite a few mice hanging on it.

He slapped each of these enthusiastic rodents to the ground, and the rat followed the force of the slap and bit his knuckles fiercely. It was not enough to take away a piece of meat, but he had to hug the wound and grind his teeth to suck blood. !

He gritted his teeth in pain for a moment, pinched the beast in his hand so that his eyes burst out and lost his strength, and then dropped to the ground and smashed his head, and these fearless mice stopped slightly.

Originally, the envelope was still intact, but with the few slaps just now, several large holes were torn on the cover page of the manuscript, and the title of the main text could be vaguely seen.

"What can I do? What can I do!?" Ah Xing looked at the tattered draft in his hand in a panic: "I can't explain it clearly!"

He lowered his head, wanting to find some rat corpses to prove his innocence—but suddenly found that there were very few "rat biscuits" left on the carpet just now.

There were also several fragments of corpses, which were immediately dragged under the bed by other mice, and hid in the deeper shadows.

They stepped on the blood dripping from Mr. Victor's arm, making the floor and carpet dirty. I could still see the traces of rat pulp from the boots on the ground, but now I can't recognize anything!

"Victor, I'm sorry." Bu Liuxing was annoyed and aggrieved, "I'm afraid no matter how I explain it now, you won't believe what I said."

His hands were trembling as he picked up the pages of the envelope. Think carefully—what kind of story is it that makes these mice not afraid of the threat of death, as if they have been enchanted and fell into madness, stepping on the corpses of their companions to have a look? !

He only hesitated for a moment, and then looked away from the dreamlike enchanting cult.

"David Victor, if these rats are the tricks and tricks you used in the knight tourney to frame me--falsely accuse me of peeping at your drafts and peeking at your ass, then you really see Beat me!"

His eyes ignited with fierce fighting spirit - as what Ah Xing said when he first met Brother Xueming.

"I feel like a flame is burning in my chest, and hot emotions are about to burst out of it!"

He stuffed the letter into the spirit clothes, pressed it tightly to his chest, and suddenly opened the bed in the studio, flipping it over with the iron frame.

"It's not that you and I are so brave and ruthless, we want to fight to the death [Tournament·Knight Tournament]—"

The panicked rats under the bed fled in all directions, sensing the existence of the cult again, they were about to gather together, as if they were demonstrating fiercely, and showed their fangs and sharp teeth at the meteors.

He leaned down, his eyes flicked back and forth with the scattered rats, and finally locked on to the target.

"——It's that I have to defeat my immature self in order to win the [Tournament · Championship], and I have already strangled it by the throat."

His palm was bitten to pieces by these ferocious rats in an instant, and the Venus mound under his thumb and his wrist were left with bloody wounds.

He suddenly grabbed three of the scurrying fat rats tightly in his hands.

The mouse in his hand twitched unnaturally, swallowing, but because of his thick knuckles choked his throat,

The fragments of envelope packaging of the manuscript paper were spat out, and then immediately bit back into their mouths. These beasts seemed to be under a curse, and they kept repeating the process of swallowing.

Victor pushed open the door of the studio, and Jiang Xueming followed him in.

When the two entered the door, they smelled a strong smell of blood.

Ah Xing half-kneeled on the ground, kneeling in front of the manuscript, putting together the last piece of the envelope. Behind him were dozens of dead rats. Like the spoils brought back from the battlefield by the knights.

He had already turned the entire carriage upside down. In just a few minutes, he used brute force to dismantle the workshop to pieces, and there were not even a few pieces of furniture left.

- There is nowhere for mice to hide.

His hands were full of gnawing scars, and bones could already be seen in the extreme depths of some wounds.

He didn't see his head up, but he could already hear his whisper.

"David Victor, the victory is over!"

He put together the last piece, and the rose pyroxene on his chest no longer glowed.

"Our duel is over, let's talk about the log in the cabinet!"

At that moment, Bu Liuxing stood up with his head held high.

He came up with bloody fists, ready to let Mr. Victor try his 193cm wingspan and try the 90kg punch.

Fists are like siege shells!

There was no longer any fear in his heart, no more inexplicable pressure.

Rolling up the fist wind with blood foam, it stopped suddenly at the tip of Jiang Xueming's nose.

at that moment--

——A Xing saw Jiang Xueming's quiet gesture indicating silence, and calmed down for a moment.

"What's the situation? Brother Ming? Why are you standing in line with this guy?"

Jiang Xueming took Mrs. Bai's coffee and brought it to Mr. Victor's mouth first, and asked Victor to take a sip to test whether it was poisonous. Then put the same cup of coffee to Ah Xing's mouth.

"Drink it, and heal the wound on your hand. This Mr. Victor is a VIP at the station. He told me a lot about you just now—what kind of grievances do you have? Let's talk slowly after drinking coffee. "

Victor was both disappointed and happy——

——The reason for the disappointment is that this little guy really didn't take a second look at his draft. The draft is like the author's ass. Even the most sexy and provocative drafts are ignored. It can be regarded as a very failed work.

——The reason for the joy is that the small task that the BOSS ordered the VIP to help train the passengers was finally completed.

This mixed emotion of sadness and joy is very precious, and he immediately picked up his pen and wrote down the feelings in the dirty and dilapidated studio.

"After more than two hundred failures, an ordinary passenger finally passed this test. Perhaps as a VIP, my adventure experience in the underground world is too cruel and severe, and the criteria for judging are too harsh."

"However, I was lucky enough to be favored by Lady Luck, and I can prove to the BOSS that this kind of extreme high pressure simulation training is effective. This little guy is doing very well, like [chopsticks are chopsticks, spoons are spoons] , separate the two things, calculate clearly, and do it beautifully."

"But there is one thing, I want to correct you. Bu Meteor, if you meet a weirdo like me in other places next time, you have to beat him up first, and then consider whether to make this bet with him."

Mr. Victor had a sullen face, looking at the studio that looked like a tornado passing through, and repeatedly emphasized on Bu Meteor.

"You are too upright, too easy to deceive, this passionate and strong feeling makes me want to cry - it is very simple for you to tear down my bones and take them back with a panacea, for this competition, for this agreement, unexpectedly You can do this, although you have chivalry, but it is not so easy to repair my studio."

"Ah?" Bu Liuxing scratched his head and tugged at Jiang Xueming's clothes: "Brother Ming, what is the teacher talking about?"

Without looking back, Jiang Xueming found a relatively complete chair from the carriage, and just sat down.

"praise you."