Loyal Dog God Cultivation Program

Yan Che forgot to bring water when he went out. At this time, his throat was so dry that it was almost smoking. When he returned to the dormitory, he grabbed a bottle of ice water from whoever it was and filled half of it. Only then did he feel alive. .

There was still a steamed bun on his table, which was brought by Lu Yang.But Lu Yang was not in the dormitory at this time, Liu Pengyu and Cai Jiang were masturbating, and Xu Chen was also staring at the computer with headphones on, not knowing what he was doing.

"Where's Lu Yang?" He gnawed on a steamed bun and asked.

"I went out with the girl." Liu Pengyu stared at the screen and answered him without turning his head.

"When did he have someone?" Yan Che was a little surprised, can an otaku who masturbates in the dormitory every day have a spring?

"Just today," at the end of the round, Liu Pengyu and Cai Jiang leaned back in their chairs together. There was a big victory on the screen. Cai Jiang didn't even bother to look at the results, and turned around to gossip with Yan Che, "Today we are on the way to class , a delicate primary school girl stopped us shyly, asked if he had time, and said he wanted to ask a question."

"It seems that no matter what kind of house, there is always a market for a top student." Yan Che swallowed the last mouthful of steamed buns, drank water to swallow the steamed buns stuck in his throat, and concluded with emotion.

When Lu Yang came here, he was No.1 in the whole school, and his grades were obtained from top-ranked prestigious schools. However, his whole family was teachers from grandparents to grandparents, and he was the only child in this generation. In the end, I enrolled him in a local normal university, determined to go through fire and water for China's education.

Of course, gold shines everywhere. Lu Yang has been the first in his grade since he came here, and he has never missed a first-class scholarship.

"Tsk tsk, come on." Xu Chen also turned his head, and sneered at Yan Che's conclusion, "Your face is more marketable than his grades."

Liu Pengyu and Cai Jiang raised their hands in agreement: "Agreed! I agree too much! You said that there are too many resources in your place and you can't even give us two."

Yan Che rolled his eyes towards the sky: "Forget about you two, what is the phone number between Zhao Ya and Li Xiaodan?"

It is well known that there are more women than men in Normal University, and most of the boys solved the single problem as soon as they came in. Yan Che, Lu Yang, and Xu Chen were all the only single dogs left, which lowered the love rate of boys in the school.

But now seeing that Lu Yang's personal problems are about to be resolved.

Sure enough, Lu Yang came back not long after, holding a delicate little box in his hand, his face glowing red.

"How is it?" As soon as he entered the door, Cai Jiang went up to gossiping.

Lu Yang blushed and replied: "She said that her grades were not very good, and she hoped that I could supplement her with calculus or something."

"It's good to make up the lesson, it's good to make up the lesson, make up the little hand to make it fall down." Cai Jiang laughed twice, very wretched.

Xu Chen interrupted suddenly, causing everyone to look at him like him, but he continued to stare at the computer screen as if nothing happened, holding the mouse: "You still want to throw yourself down? Are you sure they didn't throw you away because they used you as a free tutor?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was a little embarrassed, and Lu Yang blushed even more, and threw the box in his hand: "None of your shit? I'm happy."

"Okay, okay." Yan Che broke the eerie silence in the dormitory, "Are you guys still masturbating? You want to play with a lower voice, I'll go to bed first."

Yan Che lay on the bed and pretended to sleep with his eyes closed, but he didn't fall asleep, wondering whether the invitation from the man in the T-shirt today was reliable or not.

The man in the T-shirt introduced himself as Wen Ge, but Yan Che didn't check his ID or anything, so the devil knows what his name is.

Well, even if his name is really Wen Ge, what can he do with him?

Looking at my bones, I am amazed that I can become a master and decide to sell two cheat books?

Or a scout for a leather bag company?

Not to mention, Yan Che felt that it was really possible after seeing the posture that made him sing today.

But the man in the t-shirt is pretty good-looking, but I haven't seen him with any expression in the past two days. The bag company just finds such a paralyzed face to fool people?

It's too unreasonable to play cards.

Yan Che fell asleep in such a dizzy state amidst the quarrel between Liu Pengyu and Lu Yang, and slept until dawn.

Early the next morning, before anyone in the dormitory woke up, the cell phone next to Yan Che's pillow rang.

He glanced at the calling number, quietly got out of bed and went to the corridor before answering the phone.

"Hello." Yan Che was taken aback when he heard his own voice, and was dumbfounded.

"Little Che," a weeping female voice came from the phone, "Your uncle...uncle...he..."

The eldest aunt's voice was sobbing and she couldn't speak a whole sentence, Yan Che quickly comforted her.

"Auntie, don't be in a hurry, just talk slowly, let's discuss together if you have anything to do."

The auntie calmed down slowly, and said, "Your uncle...he suddenly collapsed when he went down the well, and he fell into a coma. The doctor said he had intracranial hemorrhage, and he is still lying in the hospital..."

"...I really had no choice but to call you..." The auntie started to cry again after she finished speaking, Yan Che comforted her a few words, promised her to call her as soon as she had a solution, and that was the end.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Che was in trouble. His aunt asked him for three thousand, but he had just paid the tuition fee for this year, and the balance in the account was only a few cents, not to mention three thousand, he didn't even have three hundred ah.Where was he going to find the money?

Although the uncle's family could not be said to be close to him, they did their best to support him for ten years until he went to college. Now that he has said this, he has to help.

Yan Che's throat was sore and he was preoccupied with other things, so he didn't eat breakfast and went straight to the classroom.

I didn't have much energy all day, my throat was sore and uncomfortable at noon, and I didn't even eat steamed buns, so I drank some winter melon soup.

Still the same dead salt.

When I returned to the dormitory after class in the afternoon, only Xu Chen was there.

"Are you alone?" Yan Che asked with a chapped throat while drinking water.

Lu Yang and Xu Chen were conjoined most of the time, and yesterday and today were special cases.

"Yeah." Xu Chen was reading a book, and was startled when he heard his voice, "Why is your voice like this?"

"I sang yesterday." Yan Che's voice was almost so hoarse that he couldn't hear it, and most of the time he spoke, he could only hear his breath.

"Singing with such insane virtues?" Xu Chen said while giving him his golden voice.

Yan Che took it and buckled two pieces in his mouth. It was cool, and his throat felt much more comfortable in an instant.

Xu Chen was not masturbating abnormally, but picked up a sixth-grade vocabulary book to read. Xu Chen is the only one in the dormitory who does not study mathematics, and he is almost one of the few boys in the English department, so he arranged the dormitory. When it was stuffed here.

Yan Che searched for part-time jobs on his mobile phone, and there were piles of deceptive small advertisements. He took notes and found two tutors who were looking for tutors, and planned to contact them.

Seeing that it was almost eight o'clock, and the others still hadn't come back, Yan Che put on a coat and was about to go out, but Xu Chen turned around when he heard the movement.

"Are you going out now?"

"Yes." Yan Che answered him while putting on his coat, "It's a little thing, I guess I'll be back in a while."

Before going out, Yan Che sucked another piece of gold into his throat. The autumn wind was a bit chilly. He wrapped his coat tightly and walked towards the legendary three cats.

Three Cats is a stylish cafe, Yan Che glanced at the small blackboard with special offers at the door and decided that he should only drink water.

A cup of honey grapefruit tea costs 30 yuan, robbery!

Yan Che entered the shop and looked around, saw Wen Ge next to a large pot of green radishes, walked over quickly, and sat down in front of him.

Wen Ge kept his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, but when he heard him sitting down, he raised his head and pointed to the cup in front of Yan Che: "I ordered warm honey grapefruit tea for you."

30 oceans! !Yan Che stared at the cup in front of him, his heart was bleeding, but he still smiled politely: "Thank you."

"Why is your voice so hoarse?" Wen Ge was a little surprised when he heard his voice, and frowned, "The songs yesterday shouldn't be so serious..."

In fact, Yan Che has gotten much better after chewing the entire version of the golden voice that Xu Chen gave him. When speaking, the hoarse human voice can be more than the breathy voice.

"Did you go back to drink cold water yesterday?" Wen Ge frowned again.

Any questions?Yan Che nodded suspiciously.

What do you drink when you are thirsty?rice?

"Singers protect their throats by not eating irritating foods, and not drinking cold water, especially after their throats are damaged." Wen Ge on the opposite side showed some contempt in his eyes.

Only then did Yan Che react.

Why did I forget this.No wonder you are dumb like this today!

And Wen Ge on the opposite side made an untimely addition: "I thought it was common sense."

Yan Che: ………………

Goodbye manual, my knee hurts...

"Well then," Wen Ge said again, "Listen to me."

Yan Che nodded.

"Have you heard of Gufeng?"

The author has something to say:

With a 9-day vacation, I originally thought that I would have 5000 words a day during the vacation, and I would have 45000 words of manuscripts at the end of the vacation, which is awesome!However, at the end of the holiday, the number of words I saved was 0...

#How to treat late procrastination#

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