[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

"Well, I just wanted to surprise you." Reid explained.

As a genius, or a genius with a strong learning ability, it is not unimaginable to find time to master a language. Reid had this idea a long time ago, and has been implementing it silently. Until this time when he came home, he found that there were many sets of HSK test questions in the study room. His hands were itchy for a while, so he found a pen to fill in the answers.

This is his habit, just like when he was flipping through the newspaper and found an anagram or Sudoku game on it, he would unconsciously fill in the blanks.

This is nothing, but the problem is that Isaac discovered this when he had just written a few questions, and then out of a kind of self-confidence, he thought he could crush this genius on it, and proposed Try some ideas.

Thinking about it now, Isaac couldn't be more naive with this idea.

Isaac has suffered an unprecedented setback, and if there is a bigger blow to be found, it will be that one day the force value is also lost by Reid.

"It's not scientific, do you know?" Isaac flipped through the test paper, pointing to a few questions that were inconsistent with his own answers, "These meanings are almost the same. Chinese is so broad and profound, how can it be characterized so simply and rudely?!"

Reid felt that if Isaac continued to pester this issue, he would not have a good night.Therefore, he could only try to change the subject, "Are you preparing for the HSK? I suggest you read the textbooks compiled by the Confucius Institute. The content on them is more conducive to your answering questions."

Isaac gave Reid a sad look, "I don't want to talk to you tonight."

What can Reid do? Reid could only look at him innocently and pitifully under the circumstances that the coaxing was fruitless.

As a person who even gnawed down the "Book of Changes" but fell on HSK, Issac was really hit hard this time.He didn't care about it before because he felt that he could pass the exam casually with his eyes closed, but now he answered the questions seriously with his eyes open, and his score didn't exceed [-]!

Well, ninety points is not the point, the point is that Reid achieved what he didn't.

Self-aware that he has accepted the result but still not so reconciled, Issac took his laptop and logged on to Huaguo's education website, intending to get a few sets of Chinese test questions for the college entrance examination over the years.

To play mutual harm, this is the best effect.

So the next day, the one who was out of spirits became Reid.

"I don't understand, why doesn't the fire in July mean the weather is hot?" Reid was still struggling with this question when he woke up in the morning, "When the weather is hot, there are fires flowing, why does it mean that the weather is getting cooler instead?"

Isaac was humming in a good mood, he knew it, but he just didn't say it!

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Once Reid gets entangled in something, he will persist to the end until he gets his train of thought straightened out.So, for the next few days, his reading material was replaced by an idiom dictionary.

Black expressed a certain interest, but was at a loss as it was different from the language system she had mastered before.

"This is a very interesting language." Reid is working hard on Amway, "There is a story behind every four-character word. If you only look at the surface without knowing the story behind it, you will not know the true meaning of the word. Just like this, Mr. Ye loves dragons. On the surface, it is said that a man surnamed Ye likes dragons very much, but in fact, this is an ironic word. This man likes dragons very much, but when he really sees dragons, instead Almost freaked out."

"This...is really interesting." Black nodded, and was immediately recommended a page of books by Reid.

JJ walked in from the outside and handed Rossi an envelope as he passed by, "It's for you, I picked it up by the way."

"Oh, thank you." Rossi looked at the sender on the envelope and raised his eyebrows, picked up a paper knife from the table next to him, carefully cut open the envelope, and the invitation inside slipped out.He looked at the pattern on it that symbolized sweet love and smiled.

"Is there something good?" Someone around him asked him.

"It's a friend's daughter, and she's getting married." Rossi shook the invitation, "It's really old, I remember the last time I saw her, she was beating her brother so hard that she couldn't get up."

"You're not going to say that in your wedding speech, are you?" JJ asked.

"If there is a chance." Rossi said with a smile, "The little girl is about to get married, I don't know what her groom will look like."

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What Rossi doesn't know, Issac knows.

In a nightclub that has been booked out, Defoe sits at the bar with a row of ten strong cocktails in front of him.On the dance floor behind him, men and women twist their bodies and sway to the music, on the other side of the stage, there are strippers performing extreme temptation, and on the opposite side of the stage, strippers are not to be outdone .

Demons dance.

Isaac had to say, Defoe's bachelor night was kind of crazy.

However, there are not many people who have the same idea as him. Most of the friends invited by Defoe are single. Even if they have girlfriends or boyfriends, they never thought of going further, so the theme of this singles night is not Defoe’s marriage. The last farewell to life, but a mockery of his unwillingness to step into the grave.

The various scales made Isaac feel hot eyes, and he even smelled the smell of marijuana.

But it wasn't the depravity that surprised Isaac the most. What surprised him the most was that Defoe didn't join in the so-called final carnival.Even though he ordered many glasses of spirits, against the backdrop of the overall atmosphere, he could be regarded as well-behaved.

After dismissing yet another man who persuaded him to have a premarital debauchery, Defoe sprawled on the bar, staring blankly at the layers of liquid in the glass, "This is not at all what I thought it would be."

"I remember you have convinced yourself to accept the reality before?" As a married man, Issac was very restrained. When he found that the theme of this party was a bit off, he ran to the corner, but he was caught by a worried face after a while. Defoe is dragged onto the bar.

Because Defoe said he wanted to talk to him!

Well, once again, as a married man, he probably still has a say in this regard.

But in Issac, he was bored discussing with the bartender how to play more tricks, and Defoe hadn't figured out how to speak, but the wine glasses in front of him were quite empty.

"Did you know she has muscles?" Defoe looked at Isaac with watery eyes, then lifted his shirt, revealing his white belly, "And, she has abs, eight pack!"

Isaac glanced at it, and Defoe's abs were... barely a piece, he really didn't want to call that fat.

"As you said, she is a soldier. Compared with the high-intensity training of soldiers, this is normal." Issac organizes his words, trying to make Defoe feel better, "Also, you also have a short-term relationship with those models Son? This should be about the same."

"It's much worse, okay?" Defoe leaned closer to Isaac again, and whispered, "Do you know how beautiful her body is? I immediately grabbed a paintbrush and recorded that scene..."

"Wait, you don't need to tell me that." Isaac interrupted hastily.

"Listen to me!" Defoe forcefully pulled away Isaac's hand covering her ears, "She still has some scars on her body, but it's not ugly, but it adds to her charm. You know I want to get along with her, right? ? It’s your duty to praise your future partner all the time, right?”

"That's right." Isaac felt that the next development might be different from what he had imagined.

"I took off all my clothes, but she beat me up!" Defoe's voice was full of grief and anger, "How can women be so unfeminine? Of all my girlfriends, she is the worst!"

Isaac didn't want to laugh, but, "...did you accidentally offend her?"

Defoe shook his head in pain, "I've never been so flattering, you say, should I organize a patriarchal organization, and resistance to domestic violence should be gender-neutral."

"Are you serious?" Isaac watched Defoe carefully and found that he was really worried about it. "I thought you were joking."

"It was indeed a joke before." Defoe said listlessly, "But now I really have this worry. Although the marriage between the two of us this time is more related to interests, if we can live well...you know , although I have changed girlfriends frequently for a while, but I have never stepped on two boats. If she thinks the same, I really don’t mind staying loyal or something. If it’s a little bit worse, it’s really not possible. Everyone plays their own ways Yes, this kind of marriage is not uncommon. But her current attitude makes me feel that I don't want to sleep with her, and I don't want to develop outward, which is not very good. "

"You didn't talk to her?" Even if Isaac hadn't had this problem, he knew it wasn't normal.

"I would like to, but I'm afraid she'll beat me up again." Defoe was a little timid, "That kind of fighting style, you can't see anything from the outside, even if you go to the hospital for an examination, you can't find it, but it really hurts."

"First of all, tell me that this is not the way you flirt with each other." Isaac confirmed seriously.

"If I take that as flirting, then I'm a masochist." Defoe sat up straight, pouring a glass of wine as he waved his arms. "Am I a masochist? No!"

"How much will it cost to break the engagement?" Isaac asked.

"We've got a large order." Defoe's voice dropped again, "More than 20 billion, probably."

It took Isaac three seconds to lament the huge profits of the arms business, and then looked at Defoe sympathetically, "You should find a way to get along with her and try to think about her good points?"

"...The waist is very thin, and it feels very good in the hand." A nympho smile appeared on Defoe's face, but the smile quickly collapsed, "It's a pity that I don't touch it."

Isaac suddenly wondered what Defoe said just now, wasn't it really flirting?