Doomsday Pavilion

"This is a plan, and there is Mo Aunt's stamp below...After reading it, please give me a precise message. I am eager to go home and do homework with Xiaofang, so I don't have time to talk to you."

Qin Sheng was a little distracted, there was always a ponytailed face in his head that jumped out to make trouble, and the homework book in his hand was waved.

Although almost everyone in the base city thought it was nonsense, Qinshan Martial Arts School still did not put aside the students' cultural education, astronomy, geography, history and mathematics, and occasionally taught a little about physics and chemistry on a whim.

Of course, these are not important points.

The point is that as long as cultural classes must be left with a lot of homework, it seems that they can demonstrate their unique superiority, which is simply unreasonable.

While Qin Sheng was giggling, a group of researchers stared at them.

"..."

"Hey, what's the matter if you are crazy, let such a little baby do it."

"Or, let's take a look at this plan?"

"Let's take a look."

"Hey...this is also scribbled, and the alteration is totally unrecognizable. If any of us dare to hand in such an experiment report, the team leader will have to soak his head in formalin."

"puff..."

Fifteen minutes later, the excited faces of the researchers all blushed.

"Fuck, who came up with the plan, awesome."

"Business Wizards!"

"Yes, that's awesome!"

"Well, although it looks very untidy, there is nothing wrong with this plan other than that, it's perfect."

"Huh, what is this?"

The young academician picked up a note that fell to the ground,

"It seems to be the signature of the planner."

He read aloud,

"The repair team of the Ninth Printing Department of the Occurrence Committee, the printer repair specialist...enclosed in parentheses... In accordance with the regulations of the commission, the plan writers hereby apply for 27 circulation points for manuscript fees."

...

At the same time, the occurrence committee, a certain office.

"Da Liu, Da Liu? Come here, hurry up..."

"Come on, yell what..."

One-eyed Liu has a cataract eye like a dead fish. His loose blue overalls are covered with dust and printer ink marks. His slow pace reveals the temperament of a worldly expert, embarrassed and unruly.

The young clerk laughed,

"Half-headed, I accidentally poured a cup of hot water into the printer just now, can you...hehe!"

One-eyed Liu rubbed his cataract eye, the only remaining eye was full of cleverness.

"Yes! Why can't you sign this list first, Lao Liu, I will fix it for you immediately."

The young staff is not happy anymore. If I want to sign this order, I have to work hard to please your half-head?

"Ahem... Da Liu, you read your plan and handed it in through my hands... Right, this machine doesn't require you to pay for it, you just write a bill and hand it in and it's done, right? "

Xiaozhi is smart with emotion and reason, and playing emotional cards.

One-eyed Liu hey,

"My repair department also has indicators. If the cost is exceeded, the cost will be shared... That's it... As for you general staff, either wait until next month to use it, or you have to sign this list."

"..."

The young employee gritted his teeth and hated the team leader who was as fat as a black mountain boar. This printer has to lose a lot of money, right?

"Okay, I sign."

"Wait a minute, what did you just say, did you hand in my plan?"

"Hmph, Secretary Qin came to ask for it before, and I gave it to him easily, hey, don't thank me, I guess your subsidy will come down soon."

One-eyed Liu was anxious.

"Fuck you, grandson, daddy put it here for you to help me check for typos. That's the first draft. The subsidy application slip is still in it!"

...

Seven days later, early in the morning, everyone appeared outside the small hall at the same time as if they had already said something.

Lin Chou jumped while rubbing his head and climbing down the tree.

"Huh, what's the situation?"

Shan Ye laughed and said,

"Well, it's okay, it's okay."

"Yes, it's okay, absolutely okay."

The more he said this, the more Lin Chou felt that something was going on.

Mysterious!

But he didn’t care, but asked,

"Since it's all here...what would you like for breakfast?"

Everyone looked at each other,

"Anything, we eat what we do."

The second monk Lin Chou couldn't figure it out.

What's going on recently, usually because you can't order food at breakfast time, but you don't talk about him less, are you nervous?

After a few days, the nosebleeds finally stopped flowing.

It's just that his head buzzes from time to time, making Lin Chou upset.

Just made something for breakfast, Lin Chou said as he stuffed a bun in his mouth.

"Is there any news about the Lord Shan?"

Bai Qiongshou shook his head.

"There is no letter at all."

"Oh..."

Lin Chou had eaten most of a drawer of steamed buns, but still felt half full.

For a long time recently, his appetite has been very, very large.

If he only eats meat, he will cost about 20 or 30 catties per meal. Compared with his usual appetite, this number is very alarming.

Not only did he not get fat after eating so much, but he lost weight every day.

At the beginning, I couldn't see much because of my muscles.

Now it is becoming more and more obvious, almost all skinny.

Looking at his protruding cheekbones at the kitchen knife, Lin Chou sighed.

With this sigh, everyone who was stuffed to eat was a shiver, and the snoring of soup and the sound of Shan Ye's chirp all disappeared.

Bai Qiong raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Chou, who was walking towards the back kitchen after eating, and said in a low voice.

"Brother Lin, really...are you okay?"

Said the swallow,

"He's been a bit wrong since half a month ago...especially in the last week, this has almost become a skeleton, dry and scary."

Shan Ye put down the bowl and sighed.

"It's not a solution for us to just look at it like this. How about finding a doctor...or... let Master Wen come over and take a look?"

"I think Master Wen is reliable."

"Or, contact Master Wen now?"

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up, the sooner the better!"

...

In the back mountain, Lin Chou threw a few Black Mountain wild boars to the snake.

The Golden Thread Jiao has always swallowed its food directly, and it can be seen that the wild boar smashes its belly one by one.

Just less than ten seconds, there was no more movement.

Lin Chou rolled his eyes.

"Let me tell you, if your kid eats this way every day, I will cook you soup tomorrow!"

The golden thread Jiao hissed and curled over, and stretched out his core to lick Lin Chou's face to please, and the fishy wind blew his face.

"Snapped!"

Lin Chou quickly slapped the snake core,

"Okay, don't learn, learn these crooked ways from Si Gouzi, what are your talents?"

"His."

It doesn't make any sense to care about this kind of thing with a big snake.

Lin Chou sighed in his heart,

The key is that this guy actually played this handsome around, he was so angry after he figured it out!

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