Respect is worse than resignation

Professor Cheney, as a world-class top scholar in his own field, is really very proud. Although he can't understand the wonderful performances of the martial artists on stage, it does not prevent him from trying to show disdain and contempt. In a few words, Qiu Yan was so angry that he ignored him, and the old man didn't bother to introduce and explain to him, so he dropped his precious little pipe, and slowly sulked with him.

At this moment, it happened that the martial artist on the stage clasped his fists and saluted heroically.

The all-round commentator, Mr. Cheney, immediately offered a big laugh, and added what he thought was a wonderful sense of humor, "Only the curtain call after the performance has saved me from the drowsy paleness. I watch Chinese people This kind of gentle skill, said to be boxing kung fu, seems to be more inclined to dance, and it is the dance of the elderly."

One of Cheney's assistants immediately agreed, imitating the movements of the martial artists on the stage like a clown, laughing happily with Cheney's laughter.

Yin Yiming couldn't hear the details of his muttering, but she was extremely disgusted with the attitude of the two of them. She stood behind and looked at it for a while, and now she had made up her mind.

With more than 100 million colorful prank ideas and an ashtray in his arms, Yin Yiming floated up behind Cheney and stood still, with his back straight and his waist stretched out, and one paw stretched out to catch the back of Cheney's chair .

"Oh, this ashtray is so heavy, so heavy, it's so heavy, I can't lift it anymore!"

Yin, a weak girl of the acting school, enters the state in a second.

She looked at her mouth, nose, and heart, and she wobbled forward two steps as if she was asleep. The ashtray in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and it fell like lightning on the small red lacquered table in front of Cheni. , but like cotton falling into the oil tank, without making any sound.

Cheney had never been made such a joke before, so he couldn't help being taken aback, clutching his chest and calling God.

Yin Yiming kept a cold face, didn't look at him, just stared at the ashtray in his hand, and continued to pretend to be a little wolf with a big tail, "It's so strange, this ashtray must weigh a hundred catties, hey, it's still stuck to the table I can't move anymore!"

Cheni didn't know that Yin Yiming was pretending to be a ghost, and after the shock had settled down, he couldn't help reaching out curiously to pull the ashtray that had fallen on the small coffee table.

But what was that sentence called? Curiosity killed Cheney.

Seeing him taking the bait, Yin Yiming sneered in his heart, immediately half-closed his eyes, stretched out a finger, and gently pressed on the edge of the ashtray, and then, no matter how hard Cheni tried, the ashtray seemed to be on the edge of a small table. It's like roots have grown on it, and it doesn't move.

Zhou Feifei was the closest to Yin Yiming's position, so she could see it quite clearly, but in her later memories, she still couldn't describe clearly and accurately what happened in those two seconds.

"Yin Yiming, don't mess around, come here quickly."

Wen Xi could feel Yin Yiming's malicious intentions from several seats away, so she had to suspend the conversation with Professor Cheni's assistant, pretending to be serious, and called her in a deep voice.

"Oh, good teacher Wen."

This beauty is educated but different, her tone is so cold as to be intelligent, knowing that everyone is suffering from the heat and it is hard work, your words popped out with icy scum, you are so gentle and considerate.

She was having a good time playing Chini, when Wen Xi called her so solemnly and coldly, Yin, a weak girl who got too deep into the drama, couldn't help but feel a little self-pity.In addition to the guilty conscience of doing bad things, there is also a bit of loneliness, grievance, helplessness and hesitation...?Hey, no matter what it is, Wen Lao called, it's better to roll over quickly.

Yin Yiming's heart was sour, and he didn't want to care about Qi Niqi's business anymore. He let go of his hand, and didn't bother to say anything. He bowed his head and obediently walked behind Wen Xi's seat.

"Tell me, what were you doing just now?"

Why do I have a sense of anxiety about graduation defense early? It's really not wonderful.

what to do?Well, let’s not say that, since you don’t know, I really dare not confess.

Unable to get Yin Yiming's answer, Wen Xi frowned and turned her head to look at her. Her eyes were not too gentle. The girl Yin was afraid of revealing her secrets, so she firmly maintained her sad and lonely face that she failed the general exam.

Although in the deepest part of her heart, just because she teased Cheney, her little heart was so happy that she almost put on her wings and soared into the sky. Unfortunately, life is like a play, and it depends on acting skills. Currently, acting calmly and calmly is the most destructive way of survival .

Yin Yiming huddled in the back and picked Wenxi's chair sullenly, looking pitiful, like a miserable little mushroom that was snatched home by bullies in cosplay.

Wen Xi was angry and funny, and said that you had a lot of fun teasing the foreign guests, why did you pretend to be the victim as soon as you were found out, where should the real victims cry?

"It's pretty good at pretending. Why didn't I see it before. You really have a lot of bad things in your stomach. You can pretend to be innocent after doing bad things. You are all-rounder."

That's right, if you admit it, you admit it, wouldn't it be embarrassing for me.

Under the watchful eyes of Mr. Wen, Yin Yiming entered the play more vigorously, interpreting Xiaobaicai's miserable and helpless mood to a new height.

Cheni's fat hand was still struggling with the ashtray. As soon as Yin Yiming let go, the ashtray was immediately pulled into his arms by him. As expected, the ending was tragic and heroic, although it hit the plump body It was fat, but it still made this uncle with a crooked fruit feel an urge to vomit blood and hiss three times.

Qiu Yan just dropped his precious pipe in a fit of anger, and now his heart is hurting, so he has to pick up the pipe and touch it gently, and he is even more angry at Cheni.

The old man was resentful. He looked back for the ashtray, and happened to see a handsome girl standing there teasing Cheney. His heart suddenly became brighter, and he stretched his neck to watch with relish, and was a little dissatisfied with Wen Xi's intervention.

Cheni was so tired that sweat was on his forehead just now, and he was panting heavily, Qiu Yanmeizi came over to make up the knife, "Oh, professor, forgive me, that was probably Wen Xi's student just now. Our freshmen have been so naughty recently , Now these children, I am laughing at you, hahaha..."

Qiu Yan laughed like a big-tailed wolf, but unfortunately, halfway through the laugh, his voice stopped and became a small grunt stuck in his throat. He and Cheni both had the same expression, staring blankly at the ashtray just now. Where it fell, the wood in the center of the originally smooth piece of red paint sank in half a circle, and cracked radially outwards with lines and lines, the thickness and depth were very irregular, it was really impressive to watch. appalled.

Qiu Yan's eyeballs were about to fall out. After being dazed for a moment, he turned his head and greeted Yin Yiming, "Come on, little girl, come here, take a look at this table, and explain what's going on here?"

Yin Yiming stuck out his tongue, leaned over to look, frowned and looked at the half-circle of marks and cracks, and seemed a little annoyed, "Hey, grandpa is right, I really don't have a teacher of scriptures, and I'm not very skilled. The traces are extremely ugly, and grandpa will definitely say that I have insulted the teacher."

Cheni couldn't understand what she said, but instinctively, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and subconsciously moved to the side, wanting to stay away from Yin Yiming.

Unexpectedly, when he moved, the antique wooden chair under his buttocks also creaked. The back and armrests of the chair were broken, like a flower. The decorations on the chair were also spread out indiscriminately, and there was only a chair under it, supporting Cheney's extraordinary weight.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Cheney, I was just now. I admired all the heroes on this stage showing their fists and feet, so I couldn't help it. I tried their 'dance of the elderly'. It's very weak, weak and pale, it's really worthless, look at this stool, the bottom is intact, it's really inappropriate, it's embarrassing to me in the Chinese dance world, don't be offended."

Zhou Feifei was behind Yin Yiming, dumbfounded when she heard it, until Yin Yiming pulled her sleeve, "Sister Zhou, don't just be in a daze, you are troubled, and read to him what I just said."

Zhou Feifei wanted to cry. She really didn't know how to filter Yin Yiming's provocative and ironic words just now, so as to effectively prevent the imminent international incident.

Qiu Yan's eyes widened when he heard it, and he couldn't help being surprised. Seeing Zhou Feifei shy and silent, he took Cheni's hand and translated Yin Yiming's high-pitched words for him sentence by sentence like a good buddy. In the middle of the discussion, it even creatively adapted and developed it, making Cheney's big white face like a snow cake into green, red, black, purple and purple.

Cheni wiped the cold sweat from his brow, the disdain on his face had long been thrown out of the sky, replaced by fear and admiration for the unknown, and he pulled Yin Yiming to let her explain the mystery of Tai Chi Kung Fu.

Yin Yiming was also overly complacent, and smiled and waved his hands, "These are just the most superficial and easy-to-learn qigong kung fu. Seriously, I am only at the entry level of a beginner."

Good boy, you are worthy of being my wealthy student, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, showing the temperament of a profiteer.

Qiu Yan laughed loudly, and patted the back of Yin Yiming's head with his rough hands, "If you don't want to tell the truth, well, I'll let you kid pay for the chair and table today."

Yin Yiming panicked after hearing this.

She came out of Wen Xi's house when she went out in the morning without any money, and now when it comes to the compensation for the table and chairs, she immediately feels a little dizzy.

She couldn't help sticking out her tongue, "Oh, it's not difficult to say, the main thing is to adapt to and use the internal stress of the object. It is said that there is no perfect object in the world. If it is exquisite and appropriate, there will always be some discordant flaws inside. , as long as it makes good use of its own internal contradictions and focuses on this, it will be invincible."

Hey, the ancients made poetry in seven steps, and I'm not bad. I just babbled out such a high-level theory in a short while.

No, no, please shut up. Once the nonsense rises to the level of philosophy, I feel a little bit overwhelmed.Compared with Wen Xi, everyone is almost illiterate, so such a high-level speech is almost out of the quality that an illiterate should have.

Hey, but it feels so good to talk nonsense, I just don't want to tell this crooked nut the truth, teasing this thing, it's really addictive.

After hearing what the interpreter said, Cheney believed it to be true. He took pictures of the damaged table and chairs, and decided to go back and study Yin's theory.

Wen Xi stood aside and watched coldly, her lips pursed into a line, showing no emotion.Yin Yiming felt guilty again when he saw it.

The teacher came to us to talk about this gaze problem. You have such a pair of lethal eyes. Can you wear more sunglasses when you go out? After being baptized by it, I will have no admiration and admiration for you in the future, but I will not continue to look back. Your courage is gone.

At this time, the invitational competition was coming to an end, and many professors and martial artists came to watch the excitement. People gathered around, pointing and discussing in low voices. Looking at the two disciples, they walked over with a sense of immortality and clasped fists at everyone present.

Yin Yiming looked around, these martial artists were either the heads of their own sects or famous martial arts masters, plus the current old temple master, they were all senior masters.

She was very happy in her heart, the nonsense just now was very witty, if she really played tricks in front of these seniors, she would definitely let her grandpa run shit when she got home.

Surrounded by the crowd, the old Taoist priest approached, looked at the small table whose tabletop had been destroyed by Yin Yiming, and the blooming chair, and twirled his beard a little displeased.

Daoist with a white beard is tall and imposing, but with a serious attitude that is not angry and arrogant, he half-closed his eyes and glanced at the people around him, asking the ins and outs of the matter.

Qiu Yan hurriedly stepped forward to salute with a smile on his face, explaining quickly in his heart, if the old Taoist is impatient and fails to deal with the three sentences, give the little girl a whisk first, this child may not be able to hold her three points.

He went over with a smile on his face, and explained the whole story to the Taoist priest, and finally begged the Taoist priest to forgive the child for being naughty, not intentionally disturbing, etc., and said that the school must compensate the damaged tables and chairs according to the price, and asked someone to dedicate it Incense and so on.

The martial arts experts listening around were all amazed, there was a commotion underneath, there was a lot of discussion in low voices, and there were many questions, but because the Taoist leader was in front, they all waited for him to ask questions.

After listening to this old man, he was also very shocked. A pair of eyes that had been half-squinted for many years opened immediately, and the unique pupils of martial arts practitioners shot out, making Cheni and several assistants feel cold on their bodies, and they subconsciously hid themselves. Go behind Yin Yiming, looking for a sense of security.

When Yin Yiming saw them waiting, he was young and wild, and couldn't help but add insult to injury, "Hey, what are you hiding, this old man is much older than the 'old man' you said, and the reason why he is so majestic is because he has been around for a long time." Because of some 'dancing', are you still afraid of him?"

The Taoist priest was not annoyed, he even laughed out loud with Qiu Yan and the others, and Cheni and the others felt a little ashamed, and apologized to the Taoist priest with a silly smile.

The old Taoist priest was very curious about Yin Yiming's master's biography, and invited her to have a vegetarian meal in the temple after the meeting, and chat with her by the way.

"Hahaha, speaking of tutor, she is right here. This is teacher Wen Xiwen. I have learned all these 'dancing skills' from her, probably for several weeks."

Yin Yiming was addicted to talking and didn't stop it. Looking at Wen Xi's expression, it's really not good...

Both Qiu Yan and Daoist knew that she was talking nonsense again, and knew that she didn't want to reveal the teacher's affiliation, so they didn't force it, and went to talk about other things with a smile.

As soon as their eyes turned, Yin Yiming's head was immediately hit with a paper scroll, which was crisp and clear, and the sound was endless.

The perpetrator didn't dodge either, his beautiful eyes twitched lightly, and he rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry, I just found out that I have such a naughty villain, so I can't help but have to teach him a lesson, whether it's in the dance world or the martial arts world, Isn't it popular to clean up the door?"

Who said that? !What trend is this? !

Mr. Wen, you have learned badly so quickly, what is wrong with learning, you have learned to talk nonsense!

Yin Yiming took several breaths.He didn't dare to stay by Wen Xishen's side anymore, and hid behind the sleeve of the white-bearded priest's robe.

The Taoist priest smiled and shook Fuchen, "If you are not in a hurry, you can eat the fast in the temple today and then go back."

Don't tell jokes, Taoist priest.From morning to now, I have not run out of water and rice, pancakes, fruits and siu mai have gone with others. If the final ending is vegetarian, then I can write down this story. There is not one of all short stories about abuse.

"I have something to do, and my tutor still needs to give me advice on my homework when I go back. I won't bother you today, and I will ask the Taoist priest for advice another day."

The girl Yin obediently declined the Taoist priest, turned around carefully and then turned back to Wen Xi's side.

Snapped!

There is no end, there is no end!

"What are you looking at? Don't you need my advice because you are not good at schoolwork? Read all this before eating, or go to Guanli to have dinner with the Taoist priest, and help him fix the chairs and tables by the way."

Yin Yiming took the material (xiong) material (qi) off his head, gritted his teeth and opened it. Well, from the title to the ending, there is not a word in Chinese, and it seems that it may not be English...?

Zhou Feifei, who came to be an interpreter, had been idle all the way, and finally seized the opportunity to interject: "Xixi, did you lose your mind just now? Old Qiu has already said that he will pay for the loss this time, and even the Taoist priest refused. Oh, yes, Yin Yiming, just now Qi Ni said that he would invite you to have dinner together, you asked him for a stack of autographs, and told him to write well, or use your little Taiji claws to shave your face Of."