The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

Under the ice spring, it was pitch-black and bitterly cold, and a silver light flashed in front of Xiao Yan's eyes. He quickly swiped and pulled twice, not wanting to pierce the stone, his legs twitched as if he was stepping on the ground. With a shake of the desk, the examination papers and workbooks that were crumbling like hills on the desk were scattered all over the floor.

Xiao Yan finally woke up with a splitting headache, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a small half of the cock flying straight to his face.

hidden weapon!

Xiao Yan picked up the paper casually, and with a posture of drawing a knife to cut off the water, he waved back the chalk, smearing the face of the arrogant Miejue Shitai on the podium.

Suddenly, the classroom fell into a mysterious silence, and the whole class was dumbfounded.

"...Damn it, awesome!" The four-eyed boy at the back desk slipped the novel into the pocket of the desk, and then slapped Xiao Yan down excitedly.

Everyone: "..."

Xiao Yan, who was "poisonous" behind his back, felt chills and broke out in a cold sweat. He actually lost his internal strength!

However, without allowing him to think about it, Miejue Shitai, who had eaten the explosives, rushed down from the podium like a cannonball, as if about to tear Xiao Yan up: "What kind of attitude is this?! Your parents paid you to come!" Sleep here, you are going to be promoted to third grade soon, you know? You will drag the whole class down all day long, get out!"

Xiao Yan resisted the discomfort, propped himself up on the table to prevent himself from falling down, his clothes were already wet with cold sweat, and the little emperor who had never been so embarrassed blew his hair: "Bold and cunning woman, drag me out and chop her up!"

Miejue Shitai was shocked, his flat chest heaved violently, and his eyes almost popped out.

The students were all confused, and the confrontation between the two was another situation in their eyes. Miejue Shitai put his hands on his hips, aggressive, like a majestic cockscomb flower crackling and firing, while the frail teenager He could hardly stand on his feet, but his waist was straight, and his pale face looked very scary, as if he was going to die with honor at the next chance... Well, judging by his posture, he might have already died.

The second-year boys were immediately angry.

"It's too much. I usually rush to class and delay class. This class is supposed to be evening self-study, and I still come to class."

"That's right, people are lying on their stomachs because they are feeling unwell. If you throw chalk at them, why don't they let them hide?"

The classroom gradually became noisy, and Miejue Shitai's old face was so dark that ink could be squeezed out.

"Quiet!" Miejue Shi was too impatient. Seeing Xiao Yan not moving, he wanted to lift him out of the classroom to give a lecture, but as soon as he touched Xiao Yan's clothes, Xiao Yan rolled his eyes and fell straight down.

Miejue Shitai, who felt as if she had been raped: "..."

After a second of silence, the whole class rose up and lifted the tables! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻Xiao Yan opened his eyes again, lying on the bed and looking at the little brother in the next bed whose head was wrapped in a white cloth that oozes blood, and he laughed foolishly while digging at the thin bricks Feet... Xiao Yan was stunned for a while, and finally accepted the fact that he was dead. The underworld was actually quite warm, much brighter than the ice spring that was not dark in winter, and he regretted not giving it to him before death. The father-in-law who always contributes folk tales is guilty of deceiving the emperor.

Next, it's time to cross the Naihe Bridge. To cross the Naihe Bridge, you have to drink Mengpo soup. Maybe after drinking Mengpo soup, he won't remember his handsome Song Prime Minister.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan felt extremely uncomfortable. Otherwise, he would not drink this soup, and the taste would not be very good anyway, and he would not be able to cross this bridge, so let him be a lonely ghost outside the Naihe Bridge, I have always thought of my handsome Prime Minister Song, maybe decades later, when Prime Minister Song crosses the bridge, he will be able to catch a glimpse from afar...

... That was too desolate, Xiao Yan thought about it, if Prime Minister Song crossed the bridge and reincarnated, how could he, a wild ghost, continue his relationship with Prime Minister Song in his past and present lives? !

The relationship between humans and ghosts can't be more cruel.

Just as Xiao Yan was struggling, Qiao Zhiyuan had just sent away Xiao Yan's class teacher and visiting classmates, carrying a small box of egg soup entrusted by the students, met the attending doctor, and strolled into the ward one after the other.

Seeing that Xiao Yan woke up, Qiao Zhiyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, resisted the urge to preach, and opened the insulated box: "How do you feel, are you hungry? This is brought by your classmate. It's just right for you to drink."

Xiao Yan looked at the man in a white coat and realized that this must be Bai Wuchang, but the Hei Wuchang who was talking next to him also looked white and tender, more than twice as good-looking as Bai Wuchang, and he was very well dressed. Weird... Xiao Yan was a little uncertain, his eyes shifted to the soup Qiao Zhiyuan handed over, and he suddenly realized that Po Meng is a very good-looking man!

Xiao Yan stared ferociously at the bowl of hot soup with shallots floating in it, as if he was staring at some scourge, and finally took it tremblingly, seeing Qiao Zhiyuan's eyes flushed, and said: "Meng Po, before drinking the soup I have a request..."

The little emperor sniffed, thinking that people should stop putting on the airs of the emperor when they are all dead, and changed his words a bit awkwardly: "I don't want to be rich in my next life, I just hope that when I enter the six realms of reincarnation later, I can reincarnate into a real life." A cat in the residence of Song Jing and Prime Minister Song does not want to continue his relationship, but only hopes to be with Prime Minister Song."

He has always felt that being a cat lover is much more comfortable than being a human being, and he might be able to eat fish with the handsome Prime Minister Song. (￣?￣)

Qiao Zhiyuan's hand holding the heat preservation box suddenly tightened, and he took a deep breath and told himself...don't hit anyone...don't put soup on people's faces...don't pry people's heads open to see if the brain is still intact exist!Be sure to hold back!

"Otherwise it's okay to be Prime Minister Song's love horse?" Xiao Yan gave in with a wink.

Qiao Zhiyuan looked at the attending doctor with a distorted expression: "Doctor Wang, is his brain burned out?"

Dr. Wang was also a little uncertain: "Should I have another examination later?"

Seeing that Po Meng and Bai Wuchang didn't seem to want to talk to him, Xiao Yan thought about it, and quickly said: "Po Meng, Bai Wuchang, I will take it as your agreement, there is no way to repay your kindness, and you can only wait for the next life. "After that, he snatched the insulated box from Qiao Zhiyuan's hand, and poured all the hot soup down in one go.

Well, the taste seems to be pretty good, Xiao Yan slammed his mouth, "I made you two laugh, but Song Cheng is very meaningful..."

Huh?How could he still remember Prime Minister Song? !

Xiao Yan was stunned, staring wide-eyed, the memory in his head was exactly the same, and looking at the two people in strange clothes in front of him, he felt that he was probably being tricked by some little ghost, and jumped out of bed He got up, pointed at the two and said angrily: "Where is the evildoer?! How dare you lie to me!"

Qiao Zhiyuan and Dr. Wang looked at each other with strange expressions, and immediately understood.

"Can it be cured?"

"I'm afraid it's difficult."