Urban god level system

This time, he became a big eater. He ate half a suckling pig and 2 bowls of beef rice in one go. He still felt not full enough, so he ordered an extra portion of beef rice.

"Hmm... so I'm a foodie too." He was full of guts, and he would definitely be a foodie in the future, and there was nothing to discuss about it.

Tang Meimei came over suddenly, and the table between the two of them shrunk significantly. He froze for a moment, and his gaze fell directly on her face.

Chest almost suffocated.

Tang Meimei didn't seem to notice it, and as she got closer, her breathing became short and suffocated.

bang bang...

The surging heartbeat made him short of breath, and when he looked down, he knew that Mimi was going to be flattened, and his ribs felt squeezed.

Help!
How much he wanted to yell out his throat.

Tang Meimei got closer, and the entire tabletop tilted completely. She continued to press on the tabletop, and he was almost suffocated, unable to lift it up in one breath.

What to do!
"Why is it the desktop..." He wanted to cry but had no tears. It would be great if he had direct contact with that.

However, he is still very concerned about Tang Meimei's condition, whether she has bumped into something just now, and whether she needs to be rubbed.

He felt itchy, and couldn't help thinking, "Just take a peek."

At this time, she heard her exhale like blue in her ear, and said softly, "You also eat so much, you see how little they eat, are they sick, people's bodies are sub-healthy now."

He couldn't open his mouth to explain, and a sense of dizziness hit his mind, so he had to pinch his nose and admit it. Tang Meimei seemed to have found a topic, and she spoke eloquently.

Three minutes passed quickly, and he was about to roll his eyes, and his vision began to blur. At this time, he couldn't even make a sound, and suddenly realized that he missed the self-rescue time.

"I'm dying."

His chest was obviously flattened, and his ribs were in severe pain. At the moment when his consciousness was about to blur, a trace of hot breath came out, which strangely woke him up.

Another 10 minutes later, Tang Meimei was still talking, and a loud voice came from the lottery system, Ding!After finishing the study of breathing method of exhalation and integration, you have fully mastered it.

I haven't breathed for 15 minutes, and my face is very rosy. Hey, what kind of martial arts secret book is this, it's magical.

"By the way, breathe, breathe quickly." He thought immediately.

cough cough...

He coughed violently, and Tang Meimei really went back.

boom!
The tabletop returned to its place and was instantly liberated. Apart from being secretly startled, he was really out of breath after eating this meal, and he didn't even have the intention to look at anything.

He continued to take deep breaths, and it took a full five minutes before he said weakly, "If you are well, it will be sunny."

"What?" Tang Meimei lowered her head and took the last bite of her lunch, obviously not hearing it.

He smirked for a while, and took another deep breath before he had the strength to get up and go to pay the bill. The bill showed a total of 600 yuan, which is a cheap hotel.

The braised suckling pig accounted for most of the money. I had 50 in my bank card and 1 in my pocket. This small amount of money was irrelevant. Half of the braised suckling pig was eaten by myself. After paying the money, I left the restaurant with Tang Meimei.

"Two walk slowly." A voice filled with sincere emotion came.

It was the owner of the restaurant who was talking affectionately, and those who didn't know thought they were very familiar, which made the passers-by envious. Network resources are precious these days.

After a full meal, they have to get down to business. They are still thinking about where to go for a walk, go shopping, buy some small gifts, and get in touch with each other. The kind of childhood sweethearts who never guessed... ahem, a different kind of emotion.

Tang Meimei's phone rang inappropriately.

"You are my little apple..." A series of shrill bells rang loudly.

The people on the street were attracted by the voice, and looked at them frequently. Tang Meimei was a beauty, and the man she saw for the first time would be astonished, and then pursued her passionately, but all of them were rejected.

There is someone in her heart, a vague person, accompanied by the emptiness, loneliness, joy, anger, sorrow and joy in her heart, there is his shadow.

In addition, Tang Meimei has a pair of slender legs with a 100% return rate.

Tang Meimei is a disaster-level existence among women, a youthful and invincible beautiful girl.

She lowered her head and glanced at the screen. It was a call from her parents. After answering the phone, a lot of things were waiting for her. The two of them couldn't have a good chat, so they could only make an appointment to play together next time. Tang Meimei took the initiative to leave the phone.

Report the number to her, Tang Meimei wrote it down and left in a hurry.

He was doing nothing, and he still couldn't figure out the strength potion he had researched. He was only one step away from breaking through, and he couldn't solve it when he went back to school. He should do something else.

Yes, looking for a house, graduation is coming soon, there should be a place to stay.

But he suddenly remembered one thing, Tang Meimei's birthday will be next week, and he will never remember it wrong, what gift should he give.

He thought to himself that Tang Meimei didn't seem to be short of money. He remembered that Tang Meimei's parents were businessmen since she was a child, and her family was wealthy.

One has to be careful about giving gifts. First, it is not appropriate to give clothes to girls, and it will make girls think about it.

Second, you have to know the number when you give shoes, and it is tacky to give bags. You must never give any foreign objects, so be firm.

Headache.

What should I send?

The crowded street squeezed him to a newsstand. Yingjun bought a newspaper casually, browsed the information on the small advertisement, but found no information about the rental house, so he had no choice but to give up and continue thinking about Tang Meimei's birthday present.

He said casually, "You can't send vulgar things, so let's send some handicrafts."

Correct!
In a flash of inspiration, he suddenly remembered Tang Meimei's favorite self-portrait, which he had been drawing since he was a child.

I remember Tang Meimei in the year of the college entrance examination, her eyes were as bright as water, and her smile was still as bright as in the green years. She was sitting on a hanging basket swing, with a cup of black tea in her hand, and a thin curl of smoke rose from it.

The rural houses are simple and quiet, the flowers are blooming in an orderly manner, and her shallow singing is heard from the swing. It is a beautiful scene that he will never forget.

"It's better to send the painting." He made this decision.

Painting requires a certain amount of talent, and the same is true for doing anything, which requires dedication.From previous cognition, Tang Meimei is a little narcissistic, otherwise it would be difficult to paint herself for many years, and sending paintings is a wonderful choice.

He has a genius learning system, and he can draw low-level portraits, but after he draws them, he is not cute. He must be worse than real people, and Tang Meimei becomes ugly.

Tangled ah.

Suddenly, a graceful figure from the back appeared in front of his eyes, almost instantly attracting his whole attention. It was the young and vigorous Dean Zhao, the legendary painting master.

Whatever he wanted, he seized this opportunity and strode forward. Suddenly, a figure stopped him hastily.

Dean Zhao was holding a little boy's slender wrist and walking gracefully across the street, while the little boy looked up at her from time to time with a slightly disturbed expression on his face.

This woman has long, wavy hair and is wearing a fiery red jumpsuit. Her well-proportioned and fair calves extend right into the white thin strappy high-heeled shoes, especially her three-dimensional career line, which makes people want to take a peek at her. after all.

Strictly speaking, she is not considered a big beauty, but rather a pretty little beauty. However, she exudes the wonderful charm of a woman all over her body.

After Yingjun saw her this time, a thought came to his mind, this woman is so sexy.

After thinking about it, she forgot about the business. She stopped in front of a clothing store and took a look. It was a lingerie store.

She stayed at the window outside for a moment, and then stepped into the automatic door. This was the most important thing that Yingjun thought of asking for a painting teacher.

In front of the clothing store, he hesitated for a long time, his calves were trembling, and he was so excited that he didn't dare to go in, even though the inside was full of spring.

After 10 minutes, she came out with a heavy black bag, her face was filled with joy, and the secrecy was well done.

And the little boy raised his head to look at her again, from expressionless to innocent smile, handsome but thought, what a lucky child this is.

"Principal Zhao, I want to learn to draw. Look at this matter...is it okay?" He mustered up his courage and said.

Dean Zhao trembled when he heard the words, and then his eyes lit up, obviously impressed by him, maybe more than that.

"You finally figured it out, come with me to the academy and start drawing today."

No dialogue, he hailed a taxi and hurried all the way to the college. When the driver saw Dean Zhao, the celebrity was full of spittle, and the atmosphere was not tense.

In the taxi, Dean Zhao began to teach the common sense of painting, and asked some questions from time to time. This kind of question and answer quickly brought everyone together.

She explained in detail, starting from personal basic skills, painting for 5 hours a day, letting the fingers be in a state of fatigue, and after a period of honing, observing and summarizing a way to mature quickly.

"I choose figure painting, preferably oil painting."

"This kind of figure painting is all done while looking at it. It is the most difficult way to test the artist's foundation, and you are sure."

He said firmly, "Just choose this one. I don't like the others. Dean Zhao, you can teach me."

She smiled, she didn't force it, she was a bit playful, "Oil painting is very difficult to learn, at least 8 hours a day, can you do it?"

"Row."

How can a man say no, he thought so.

After he finished speaking, he regretted it. He just learned how to draw and draw a portrait of Tang Meimei. As for that?

When we arrived at the college, Dean Zhao walked with the child and said, "Let's draw from here, okay?"

As soon as he turned his head, he put on sunglasses, that is, the 'Genius Learning System', and he looked even more handsome, which made Dean Zhao shake his head and smile wryly.

He found two sets of oil painting pens from the students. He didn't know how to use these things. Dean Zhao couldn't wait to start painting. A long bluestone street extended in the painting.