I'm really immortal

Gao Cunyi took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, spread it out and handed it to Liu Changan.

The font is elegant and in small regular script. It is rare these days to be able to write so many words seriously and neatly, instead of just printing out a long article.

But unlike Gao Cunyi's handwriting, the direction and force of this stroke were more like a girl's handwriting, so Liu Changan looked at Gao Cunyi.

"My girlfriend helped write the plan." Gao Cunyi explained.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"That time when I came to your place, I went back to ride my bicycle and splashed her with water. At that time, I said I would pay for her laundry fee, but she didn't ask for it. Later, when I was hospitalized, I didn't expect that she was a nurse in that hospital... Gao Cunyi said with some embarrassment.

"It's fate." Liu Changan nodded.

"It all depends on you."

"I'm going to hurt you and put you in the hospital?"

Gao Cunyi laughed and nodded.

Silly.

After Liu Changan read the plan, the core content was that Gao Cunyi was Pu Shougeng's apprentice. This was not a label that could be erased just because the martial arts school was disbanded and Pu Shougeng disappeared.

Now that Pu Shougeng's reputation has been tarnished and Ma Benwei broadcast Liu Changan's kick, the mainstream public opinion on the Internet naturally regards Pu Shougeng as a clown to discuss and make fun of him. There are many videos of various ghosts and animals pranking him.

Gao Cunyi wants to regain a foothold in the martial arts circle in southern Hunan and open a martial arts gym. The negative impact of public opinion is very large. To untie the bell, he must also tie the bell. If he can invite Liu Changan to join the gym as a coach, consultant, or even just a name, he can Get twice the result with half the effort and eliminate the negative impact of the "Pu Shougeng" label on Gao Cunyi.

Otherwise, when others mention it, the master of the martial arts gym is the apprentice of Pu Shougeng who was kicked out by a high school student. Who would come to Gao Cunyi's martial arts gym?

"Okay, I'll put my name on it. As for the salary, there's no need for it. Our previous rules were just in name. The more sophisticated martial artists didn't receive a salary. You just need to get some chicken, duck, fish, meat and seasonal fruits during the holidays." Liu Changan nodded, "Of course, a martial artist with such a name will not come forward if something happens to the martial arts school. If there is a problem with the gym, he has no obligation to come forward. You have to deal with it yourself."

"It's okay if you just name it, but you still have to get your monthly salary. How about I give you a share?" Gao Cunyi said happily. He didn't expect Liu Chang'an to be so easy to talk to. He was completely different from when he asked him to help the Wutong tree. See As expected, you shouldn't mention it to him if you came here to do what you wanted to do in the first place. Such people are very principled. If you don't agree, you won't agree. If you are willing to help, you don't need to be nagging him.

"Just do whatever I say." Liu Changan handed the plan back.

Gao Cunyi didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. The man in front of him was sitting under the sycamore tree. He had an extraordinary bearing and had the power of a master. Otherwise, how could Gao Cunyi know his age and still say "Brother Liu".

"I don't need you to treat me to a meal. Go back. If I need to shoot posters or other promotional materials, please say hello to me in advance." Liu Changan feels that he is quite photogenic. Every time he is broadcast live, people praise him for his handsomeness.

"Okay, thank you." Gao Cunyi said nothing nonsense, cupped his hands and left.

Liu Changan watched Gao Cunyi leave, stood up and prepared to make lunch, then looked down at Shangguan Dandan.

Shangguan Dandan also glanced at Liu Changan and shook his head. He hadn't finished eating the sweet potato slices yet, so he couldn't work or talk.

Liu Changan went upstairs by himself and came to the kitchen to cook the rice. After a while, Shangguan Dandan, who had escaped the control of the sweet potato scraper, came outside the kitchen and stood by the door frame watching Liu Changan's work.

Liu Changan looked back at her, and Shangguan Dandan retracted his body a little.

"Help me pick the vegetables." Liu Changan stopped asking her with his eyes if she would like to help make lunch, and directly made the request.

"I don't know how." Shangguan Dantan gave the same reason and expressed his refusal to learn with his eyes.

"Then help me boil water." Liu Changan found something for her to do that she couldn't say she didn't know how to do. If she couldn't boil water, where did the hot water she used for her effervescent tablets come from every day?

Shangguan Dandan looked at the equipment in the kitchen and the huge kettle, which was much larger than the kettle Shangguan Dandan used. He couldn't help but shook his head with some resistance, and opened his hands in front of his chest for a hug. , glanced at the diameter of the embrace, and then shrunk it a little to show Liu Changan, "I can only boil pots of this size."

"What's the difference between boiling water in a big pot and a small pot?" Liu Changan couldn't understand.

"I can't lift the big pot!" Shangguan Dandan pointed to his thin arm, "And the big pot looks very dangerous. What will happen if it explodes later?"

"You can jump up a tree, but you can't lift a big kettle?" Liu Changan sometimes talks perfunctorily and doesn't bother to find a more reliable reason, so she especially feels that her perfunctory reasons are too fake.

Shangguan Dandan nodded and huddled outside the door, leaving only half of his face exposed to look at Liu Changan, and said angrily, "And if you insist on wanting me to work, I will feel very upset." , I’m going to rest, maybe I won’t come out until the day after tomorrow.”

"You have so much money, and how can you bear to wait until the day after tomorrow to play cards?" Liu Changan didn't believe it.

"Let me tell you this first." Shangguan Dandan thought for a while, why should he question her? Really, whatever she says is what she says, just listen to what she means. The most annoying thing is that there are always people looking for questions to question her statement.

Liu Changan was too lazy to talk. When he had time, he asked her to do some work, and he finished it by himself.

Seeing that Liu Changan didn't seem to let her work anymore, Shangguan Dandan walked into the kitchen, turned the faucet that seemed different from the one downstairs, turned on the water meter and looked at it for three minutes, and then turned every button on the juicer. They all clicked, and then gave Liu Changan a suggestion, "Why don't you use a small stove to burn briquettes? I heard that liquefied gas is very dangerous. It can explode and poison people."

"Thank you, you don't have to worry about it." Liu Changan couldn't accept advice from someone who didn't work and could only beep.

Shangguan Dandan was a little worried. It was impossible for her to not care about him. After all, he was her only relative and support. Although there should be no problem if he was poisoned, poisoning was not good after all.

"I'll bring up the small stove downstairs for you to use."

After Shangguan Dandan finished speaking, he went downstairs, and Liu Changan ignored her.

Shangguan Dandan came to the room downstairs. There was still some fire in the briquettes in the small stove. Shangguan Dandan put a pot of water on it to heat it, so as not to waste the heat of the briquettes. She took out the burned briquettes from underneath. I added a new briquette and turned on the small stove.

It's so heavy that I can't lift it.

Shangguan Dandan gave up and went to the kitchen to report to Liu Changan: "I want to help you with the work, but I can't lift that small stove!"

Liu Changan nodded. She didn't want to bring it up at all, right?

Shangguan Dandan wiped his forehead again, "If you want to use a small stove in the future, you can use it downstairs, but there are almost no briquettes. If you want to use it, you have to buy some briquettes. I only have a hundred yuan. I can only buy a little bit.”

Liu Changan finally understood. Shangguan Dandan risked doing housework and ran up and down to perform. In fact, it was because her small stove had no briquettes. If Liu Changan wanted to use it, she would have to buy briquettes. Then she can lick the briquettes for the small stove every day, then boil the hot water and pour it into her precious thermos pot, and continue to be her pot-holding girl.

Liu Changan glared at her, washed his hands, went to get his mobile phone and called the master who sent the briquettes, and asked him to send a cart of briquettes over in the afternoon.

After listening to Liu Changan's call, Shangguan Dandan was very happy. He took the initiative to lift Liu Changan's big kettle and put it under the faucet to fill it with water.

"Ouch... Ouch!"

Shangguan Dandan mentioned it and gave up. It wasn't that the Queen Mother didn't work, but that she really didn't have that much strength. She had tried her best.

"Get out of here!"

Liu Changan pushed Shangguan Dandan out of the kitchen and simply closed the door to prevent her from doing nothing and pretending to cause trouble.

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