From Car Overlord To The World’s Top God

Lin Feng looked at Mr. Friday and said, "Then did you leave that puppy behind?"

Barking!

The puppy next to Mr. Friday barked a few times.

"No." Friday~ Mr. said lightly.

"About the next year, I adopted this puppy. It was to make up for the missing puppy."

Lin Feng nodded.

Sunset on the west hills. Lin Feng stood up and was about to say goodbye. Mr. Friday said to him-goodbye.

The relationship between the two is like this.

In other words, a man with a strong ability will always have many such friends by his side.

Maybe they don't usually contact each other, but there will always be a lot of interesting things to talk about when they meet.

On the second day, Hathaway called Lin Feng and said that he would like to invite Lin Feng for dinner.

After the two had a simple meal, Hathaway sat in a chair and asked Lin Feng:

"Let's go?"

"Where to go?"

"Go to your house!" Hathaway said in surprise.

"What are you going to do at my house?"

Lin Feng smiled and thought of going to another place in his heart.

"You'll know when you go."

Lin Feng drove up and Hathaway was in the co-pilot. No words all the way.

Lin Feng's home in America is clean and simple. Anyone will leave an impression on this.

"All right."

"Um?"

"I think... maybe you can write."

"writing?"

"Yes."

"why?"

"Didn't you say you are a writer?"

"I'm a writer. I didn't lie to you."

"I didn't think you lied to me." Hathaway said innocently.

"So... why do you suddenly ask me to write."

"I want to see your work."

"Yeah!" Lin Feng took a breath, because he didn't have any works! !

"Okay. You can show it to me. Not only do I like to tell stories, but I also like to listen to them."

"Everyone is the same. Well, wait for me in the living room. I will write one for you to see."

Hathaway nodded.

boom!

Lin Feng closed the door and leaned against the door, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

Although the words have been said, how should I write them?

Bang Bang!

Hathaway was knocking on the door.

"What's wrong?" Lin Feng asked.

"How long will it take?"

"soon."

"How long?" Hathaway asked again.

"fifteen minutes."

Lin Feng sat on the desk after speaking, picked up the pen, and flattened a page of paper.

"Write what?"

Dou Da's sweat beaded from Lin Feng's forehead. It's not that he has no writing experience, but he hasn't written for a long time.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Only the last eight minutes are left.

Lin Feng hasn't remembered yet. At this moment, he suddenly saw the books on the shelf.

"I have it." Lin Feng was delighted.

Then he lifted his pen and wrote:

I came to this school in September of the previous year. I live in the third dormitory from left to right on the fourth floor of the third building in the dormitory area. I call this the 403 dormitory for short.

The dormitory is exactly the same as other dormitories, with ten beds, two electric fans, and one air conditioner (the air conditioner is only turned on in summer). The long cabinet near the door. This is the historical relic of 403. The daily necessities and broken electrical appliances used by the 403 members of the past and this session, as well as books (mainly books) are piled up in a disorderly manner. On top.

The book of Zhuang Sheng in the dormitory alone did not drop on this cabinet. Zhuang Sheng likes to read in particular. He can tell by looking at his bed, half of which is empty space, and half of neatly folded books.

I used to secretly read the books that Zhuang Sheng was reading when he left the bed, which helped me understand my roommate. More importantly, I have always been a nosy person.

When I did this, I was in a mood as if I was exploring a mysterious treasure, and I still remember that mood. For me, that is an extremely pleasant enjoyment. When something is always presented in front of you in a mysterious veil, your inner curiosity will continue to urge you to break this barrier. However, there are two other reasons for this: one is that Zhuang Sheng never let us touch his books; the other is that Zhuang Sheng seldom leaves the bed. Except for going to class and going to the bathroom, he almost reads in bed.

Every time, he came back from the outside, made a bottle of tea, climbed onto the bed, and closed his bed curtain, and then he couldn't hear him anymore.

Sometimes I like to pretend to talk to others and walk around in the narrow aisle of the dormitory just to take a peek at him. As a result, I can only see his jet-black hair every time.

That time, I took advantage of his opportunity to send an express mail and sneaked into his bed. In order to do this, I asked my other roommate, Lao Li, to help him and let him stand guard in the corridor outside the door. I told him that if he saw Zhuang Sheng came back, he would immediately notify me, and then help me stop Zhuang Sheng.

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On Zhuang Sheng's bed, I saw neatly organized books. There are philosophy, history, and novels. Mainly because there are more novels, I carefully checked those books, and soon, I felt uninterested. Because Zhuang Sheng is indeed an excellent young man, his book is indeed a good, down-to-earth book.

Old Li and I originally thought that among such a group of unlearned students, there could be no good students like Zhuang Sheng who prefer to study. The main purpose of our peeping at Zhuang Sheng's bed was actually to find some traces of Zhuang Sheng's irregularities. According to Lao Li, I would like to make fun of Zhuang Sheng by looking for one or two ancient books such as Jin Ping Mei and meat futon.

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However, we were disappointed. Because of this incident, Lao Li didn't have a good face to Zhuang Sheng in the future. Behind the scenes, Lao Li secretly gave Zhuang Sheng a nickname-nerd. I think Zhuang Sheng himself must have heard of this nickname, because people who have read a little book, whether he really likes to read or not, are called nerds to those who simply don’t read.

My opinion is completely different from that of Lao Li, because I did not tell Lao Li all the facts I discovered through exploration. I know that if I tell Lao Li these facts, Lao Li will definitely have the same thoughts as me, and will no longer contempt Zhuang Sheng, and will even admire him. I didn't tell Lao Li that there was a book under Zhuang Sheng's pillow. The name was irrelevant, and I couldn't remember it.

The book was hidden under the pillow, it was in tatters, and there were signs of teeth gnawing on it. This inevitably made me tremble. It turned out that Zhuang Sheng's had already entered the country.

There is a saying that our ancestors and ancestors have circulated for generations. I heard it from my grandfather who never lied. I still remember that when my grandfather told me this important secret, he kept tapping the floor with the crutch in his hand. First, he solemnly warned me, not to say it! Don't say it! do you know! It wasn't until he watched me swear to the sky that Grandpa was willing to tell me. Grandpa said that this secret was heard from his grandpa. The highest level of reading is to gnaw books. Not only must the knowledge of books be integrated, but also a book must be truly eaten. work.

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