The male ticket is the lighthouse jellyfish [Live]

Du Feng obviously didn't know it yet, so he went to join Mimosa classmate after class.

Mimosa was sorting out the homework for the teacher, and Du Feng quickly took it over, "I'll come, just as Teacher He asked me to come over."

Classmate Mimosa looked at him worriedly, "Are you scolding you again?"

Du Feng shrugged, "Who knows, you'll know when you go."

Mimosa seems to be very puzzled, "Did you offend Mr. He somewhere? Why does Mr. He always fight against you?"

Of course I didn't offend him, I just called him over to eat.

"I don't know either." Du Feng hugged a stack of homework tightly, "I'll go first."

"Hmm." Mimosa frowned, seeming a little uneasy.

In fact, Du Feng took the initiative to send homework because he wanted to check the handwriting and see who wrote the love letter to him. If he was not in the class, he would sneak into the office to check the handwriting of other students.

The first thing he checked was Mimosa's, because Mimosa was the closest to him.

Du Feng hid in a corner and looked for Mimosa from the pile of homework, only to find that something was wrong.

Although the words of Mimosa are beautifully written, they are still a little different from those in the love letter.

One is majestic and the other takes a small and fresh route.

The handwriting of the love letter looks more like it was written by an experienced adult demon, usually with Mimosa classmate, taking the small and fresh route.

Because they haven't seen the great world outside, they can't integrate that mood into their handwriting.

Generally, anyone who has seen a teacher write must know that the teacher's notes cannot be imitated by students.

Is it written by the teacher?

Impossible, the teacher will take a fancy to him as a brat?

It's just that the old man doesn't have eyes, and he still treats him like a treasure, for fear that he will be snatched away.

Du Feng went through all the homework, and found that none of the handwriting could be matched. It seems that it is not from this class, and it may be from another class.

He put down his homework, sorted it out and sent it to the office. During lunch time, the teacher went out to eat, and there were very few people in the office.

Du Feng put his homework on the desk and called his grandfather when he came out. The phone rang several times but no one answered, but the door next to him opened.

The old man waved at him, "Here."

Du Feng walked over, "Why did you change offices?"

The old man smiled indifferently, "Thanks to you, no one dares to sit in the same office as me now, for fear that I will covet them."

Du Feng felt a little guilty. If he hadn't ruined the old man's reputation by saying that he was petite, stole underwear, was a fake woman, liked men, and so on, the old man probably wouldn't be disliked.

Of course, the old man asked for all of this. It was he who ruined Du Feng's reputation first, and then Du Feng ruined him.

"You go and eat first, I'll make some chili."

The chili noodles that Du Feng likes to eat are gone. He has a strong taste, and he has to add spicy food to every meal, and he doesn't like to add it to the rice. He likes to make it into seasoning and eat it.

"En." Du Feng had already smelled the aroma of the food, and when he entered the room, he saw a table of vegetables and a cardboard box for waste on the ground.

It was right in the middle, and I didn't see it when I just opened the door. All my attention was on the food, and I almost kicked it.

The grandfather has already gone to Xiaotiandi to make chili noodles for him. The chili noodles are more complicated. Although the time in Xiaotiandi is different from that outside, it will take at least ten minutes, so he didn't come back so soon.

He bent down himself and lifted the box up.

"Fuck, who is it!"

A voice suddenly sounded, startling Du Feng, "Who?"

He looked left and right to see if there was no one, and simply moved the box aside to prevent the grandfather from kicking it later.

Grandpa is really, is he really old?Memory has declined?The box is actually placed in the middle.

Du Feng took a look and found that there was a vase next to the box, and he put it here to block the vase, so he moved it inside again.

Mr. Cockroach, who worked hard for a long time: "..."

"Hey, you've crushed me." Mr. Cockroach said weakly.

Just as Du Feng sat down, he stood up in shock, "Who?"

"me."

"Who are you?" Du Feng looked around, but didn't find anyone?

"I'm under the cardboard box." Mr. Cockroach complained dissatisfied, "I finally moved the cardboard box out, and you put it back for me!"

Du Feng took a piece of ribs and stuffed them into his mouth, and while eating, he opened the carton just now, revealing a cockroach that was about to be crushed.

"Cockroach?" Du Feng was taken aback, let go of his hand, and the carton fell down with a bang.

The cockroach that just got up, "..."

"Why are you like this?" Mr. Cockroach rolled his eyes, "It's rude to make a fuss."

Du Feng came to his senses and picked up the paper box. Mr. Cockroach was no longer on the ground, "Where did you go?"

"I'm stuck on the cardboard box." Mr. Cockroach was speechless.

Du Feng tilted the carton, and he really saw a cockroach with a few seedlings.

"Are you okay?" Du Feng took out a piece of paper and scraped Mr. Cockroach off the carton with the sharp part.

Snapped!

Mr. Cockroach fell to the ground.

"Your leg seems to have fallen to the ground." Du Feng pulled Mr. Cockroach's leg over and placed it beside Mr. Cockroach, then kicked the cardboard box to the corner.

Mr. Cockroach got up and picked up his leg to connect it. One of his thighs was flattened, but he recovered slowly, and finally it was intact.

"You pick it up so fast." Du Feng looked at it in surprise.

"It's not as fast as you." Mr. Cockroach rolled his eyes.

Du Feng quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't see it just now, but I saw a cardboard box and thought it was not put away." He suddenly thought of something, "By the way, why are you moving the cardboard box?"

"The owner of the house who cooked for you just now promised me that if I move the cardboard box out, he will help me transform." Mr. Xiaoqiang explained.

"That's it." Du Feng looked at the carton, then at Mr. Xiaoqiang, "How about this, I'll move it closer for you."

"No." Mr. Xiaoqiang refused, "The owner is testing my perseverance, and you will make the owner look down on me."

Although Mr. Xiaoqiang is a cockroach, he is also a cockroach with backbone.

Du Feng shook his head, "No, if he looks down on you, I'll beat him up."

"Who's going to beat me up?" The old man came over appropriately and answered the question casually.

Du Feng coughed and didn't dare to admit it, "We were joking."

He picked a small piece of meat, put it on a plate, and placed it in front of Mr. Xiaoqiang.

"Move it when you're full. Anyway, it's not in a hurry." Du Feng himself mixed the chili noodles brought by his grandfather into the fried vermicelli. Because it was dry, there was no way to dip it in seasoning.

The old man only drinks soup, so don't worry about him, because he is seafood, so he likes to eat seafood, such as kelp, clams, scallops and shrimp.

But because Du Feng eats too much seafood, he will be allergic, and he can't control his mouth. If he sees food being stolen, he will steal it, so the general grandfather only cooks shrimp for him.

Mr. Xiaoqiang thought for a while, resolutely gave up the meat to his mouth, and ran down to carry the box.

Du Feng stood up and wanted to follow. The old man pressed his shoulder, "Eat yours."

Du Feng put down his chopsticks, "But the box was half moved, I moved it to the corner."

The old man knocked on the edge of the bowl, "It has nothing to do with you, this is his ordeal."

"Is this considered a test?" Du Feng was puzzled, "Then if I move him to the door, will it be his opportunity?"

"No." The old man cut off the fan for him, "You will only harm him."

Fuck, is this unreasonable?Helping him is harming him, not helping him is helping him, what the hell?

"In short, just leave it alone and eat your meal." The old man caught the fallen vermicelli with a spoon and put it into Du Feng's bowl.

Du Feng held the freshly steamed steamed buns in one hand, and picked up vegetables in the other, "Actually, it's good to have a separate office."

Usually, I secretly stuffed lunch boxes for him and put them in a bowl. The taste became worse. After all, if they were mixed together, the soup underneath would be mixed, and the steamed buns would also be soaked wet.

"Yeah." The welfare that was obtained by borrowing the wind of rumors, "You can eat here from now on." The old man still looked helpless, "Who made the two of us stink together."

Du Feng stinks, and so does the old man, and no one will dare to hook up with them again.

"Isn't this great?" No one is chasing the old man anymore, and the old man can only make do with him for the rest of his life.

"Well, no one dares to chase you anymore. From now on, you can only make do with me for the rest of your life." The old man thought of going with him.

But Du Feng would not admit it, "Who said I have no one to chase after, and there is someone who wrote me a love letter."

All the love letters were dropped by the grandfather, but Du Feng didn't know it yet, thinking that the one in his hand was the real one.

"Have you found who it is?" The old man poured himself a bowl of soup.

He is more powerful, he can live with a bowl of soup.

"Don't mention it." Du Feng was annoyed when he talked about it. He couldn't write a love letter well. Since he wrote it, why didn't he leave his signature?How does he know who it is without leaving a signature? "It's not from our class, it may be from another class."

Du Feng showed him the love letter, "Look, have you ever seen such handwriting?"

Of course the old man has seen it, but how could he tell Du Feng, "Don't be discouraged, take your time, you will find it."

Du Feng sighed, "Can't you write a love letter? You have to play hide and seek."

He also tried his best to find the one who wrote the love letter. He asked his grandfather to steal homework from other classes for him in the middle of the night.

The old man felt sorry for him, and shook his head to remind him, "Will you write with your left hand?"

Du Feng didn't believe it, "Can you write so well with your left hand?"

"It's fine if you're born left-handed." The old man looked at him with his chin propped up. "And some monks can write, eat, and dance swords with both hands in order to practice double swords."

"So powerful?" Du Feng was speechless.

Both hands are practiced as normal, and it is hard enough to practice.

"Is there such a person in the school?" With such a high level of cultivation and good eyesight, the old man should be able to tell.

"Of course there is." The old man lay on the bed, "There is one in front of you."

"You also know how to use double swords?" After spending so long with the old man, I never heard him mention it or pay attention to it.

After all, the old man has dozens of clones, so he doesn't need to write with both hands at all.

He beckoned, and the other avatars were released, and they could use magical weapons at the same time. The reason is that the old man's mental power is too strong, so powerful that he can control dozens of avatars at the same time, and then multi-purpose, so that each avatar Lifelike and alive.

"No." The old man shook his head, "Not only can I use two swords, but I can also use six swords at the same time."

"Damn it!" What kind of concept in this open life, using six hands at the same time, plus multi-tasking, it is equivalent to fighting with two, but he uses six, and the cooperation is tacit, just like having two more helpers, Very efficient.

Du Feng suddenly thought of that first night.

The old man stretched out his hands for a while, then stretched out his hands for a while, and then another pair, which really scared him.

I don't know how it ended in the end, but it just passed.

Du Feng was a bit confused in life, and he lived with his grandpa unknowingly. If it were an ordinary person, he would faint from fright.

In fact, he almost fainted from fright, but fortunately he held on, otherwise he would hit the old man more.

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