System: Become stronger from the heartbeat

When I woke up in the morning, the sand sculptures quickly came over and called the door: "Boss, let's go, punch in and take pictures!"

"It's fine for girls to take pictures, what are you drawing?"

The enthusiasm of the sand sculptures is too high, Zhang Yang is a little puzzled.

Don't mess around with a smirk: "Oh, look handsome, be tall, and post it on Moments and Weibo, there will be girls who will take the initiative to strike up a conversation..."

"real!"

Zhang Wei nodded desperately: "Since I used the selfie of your Parame as my avatar, I can chat with girls on any social software, and they are very popular!"

Jixiang immediately dispelled it: "Then when you hear that the car is not yours, bye bye immediately."

"That's brother Tai Shicheng, next time someone asks again, I'll just laugh and let her guess for herself!"

Zhang Wei was in a hurry to distinguish, and accidentally exposed the boredom in his heart and the routine of coquettishness.

"You guys..."

Zhang Yang shook his head, sighed, and convinced these flamboyant men.

But age is here, hunger and thirst are normal phenomena.

After thinking about it, Young Master Zhang decided to impart some experience to them.

"When taking pictures, don't gesture with scissors, now, men are the thieves.

When it comes to composition, ask girls for advice. If you have long legs, take pictures of your legs. If you have muscular body, try to show your flesh as much as possible. If it’s not messy...you can only shoot the back view if it’s not messy.

Then, the style of Moments should be unified as much as possible, with less exposure of self-information, and the accompanying text should be high-level.

The purpose is to attract the girl's curiosity as much as possible, so learn to keep the hook..."

The sand sculptures listened attentively, their little eyes were hungry.

Buluan couldn't wait to ask: "Brother, dear brother, why do you keep the hook? Please show me!"

"Okay, let me demonstrate it to you. No chaos, come here."

Master Zhang went online, adhering to the purpose of teaching people to the end, and directly pressed Buluan on the sofa in front of the French window and sat down.

"Hold the glass of red wine in your right hand, be natural, rest your chin in your left hand, and look out the window."

Do not mess around.

Zhang Yang found an angle from the side and back, and with a click, the forest outside the window, the hot spring, and the stable half of his side face were included, but only a small corner of the red wine in his right hand was exposed.

Accompanying words: The sky is clear, the lake is shining, but I am so miserable and miserable!
The photo was basically not modified in any way, and it was just sent out.

A few sand sculptures hurriedly took out their mobile phones to see the circle of friends who could not be messed up, and suddenly exclaimed.

"Damn it! I really didn't expect that stability would one day have something to do with style..."

"It's kind of handsome!"

"Big Brother, Niubi!!! I don't know what to do!!!"

The sand sculptures can't figure it out by themselves, but they are not blind. Compared with the style of Buchao's previous circle of friends, it is obvious that they can distinguish between high and low grades.

Buluan was about to kneel down, stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail, and kept asking: "Brother, where is the hook? What should I do next?"

Master Zhang caressed his beard and smiled, and he came up with the Sao routine at his fingertips.

"Girls with low rank will basically ask you: Why do you say you are a bitch? It's pretty good!
Then you can go back: Did you see that glass of red wine?Do you think it is worthy of the scenery in front of you?
If the girl answers: yes.

Just tell her: But that is a glass of 82 Kuo Le.

If the girl answers: It's a bit strange.

You just tell her: I think it's wrong to carry it, if I knew it earlier, it would be better to replace it with the 82 Sprite!
Add another emoticon, ok, you can officially start chatting. "

"Fuck!"

The sand sculptures were dumbfounded, simply amazed.

"High, really high!"

"Brother, no wonder there are so many girls around you, you are so flirtatious!"

Young Master Zhang waved his hand modestly: "Where is that, this is just a little basic psychology application, using the girl's inquiry psychology to do a simple reversal test.

The real trouble is how to analyze the test results and how to prescribe the right medicine.

Then it takes experience....

Of course, as long as you practice more, you will never have to worry about finding a girlfriend. "

Master Zhang has a set of theories, which frightened the sand sculpture students for a while.

Everyone was anxious to check in at the Internet celebrity pool, but now they are not in a hurry. They surround the master and beg to pass on the scriptures.

Zhang Yang had a lot of work to do, so he didn't have the time to brag and fart with the sand sculptures, waving people away.

"Get out, why should you go! Brother's scriptures, how can you wait for me to covet them?"

Buluan hugged Zhang Yang's thigh and didn't let go: "Brother, you are almost exhausted. The poor brothers are so dry that their roots are dying. Please, give me a hand!"

"Get this bastard away and beat him up again."

Young Master Zhang greeted everyone: "Brother Huihui will give you a small class with Mr. Zhang!"

"okay!"

The brothers were overjoyed, they went up and set up Buluan, and carried out Zhang Yang's suite.

Brother-in-law Dai Bai was at the back and asked Zhang Yang, "Brother, don't you want to go up there and have a look?"

Young Master Zhang waved his hand: "I'm not interested in taking pictures, you guys go, I happen to have some business to deal with."

"It's hard to come here once..." Ji Xiang persuaded.

"If I have time later, I will go up by myself."

Zhang Yang continued to refuse.

The two didn't say anything, turned and went out.

The door was closed, but Zhang Yang didn't show up, and the sand sculpture boys were a little confused.

"What? Brother Zhang isn't coming?!"

"Yes, everyone is going, what's the point of Brother Zhang staying by himself?"

"Who is going to call again? Big brother is not here, so I can't play well!"

Just as they were arguing, Zhao Qianqian went upstairs to ask Zhang Yang to eat.

Seeing so many people gathered in the corridor, he casually asked Dai Bai: "Little handsome guy, where is Zhang Yang? Didn't he come out with you?"

Intimidated by Zhao Qianqian's bright and majestic beauty, the sand sculptures all shut up for an instant and looked at her silently.

Dai Bai replied: "Brother Zhang said he has something to deal with, so he won't do activities with us."

Zhao Qianqian nodded: "Thank you, I see."

He turned around and retreated without knocking on the door to disturb Zhang Yang.

The sand sculpture boys watched Zhao Qianqian come and go in a hurry, and finally realized it.

"Damn! If we block the door, isn't it ruining the good thing of the boss?!"

"Mmp, will you be beaten?!"

Everyone looked at each other for a while, then suddenly dispersed and rushed downstairs.

The squirrel warned everyone with lingering fear: "If you don't want to die, don't come back before noon, do you hear me?"

"Don't worry, we are not stupid!"

Everyone swears and swears, but the small eyes are burning with gossip, winking at each other.

They were clearly thinking the same question, but no one dared to ask it.

Brother Zhang, did they come one by one, or...to clean up together? !
Poor Young Master Zhang, who was quietly thinking about work in the room, but a big pot fell from the sky and pressed firmly on his forehead.

The sand sculptures guessed nothing at all.

After breakfast, Song Na and Zhao Qianqian checked out and went back to Hujiang. The two of them had to catch a plane, and they had a lot of trouble along the way.

Knowing that Zhang Yang has something to do, he simply saved his manners and left without saying goodbye.

As for Young Master Zhang, he was staring at hundreds of profiles of beauties.

Yan value 95, measurements...

Yan value 92, measurements...

Yan value 90, measurements...

My God, what kind of monsters and ghosts are they? !