Teenage "basic" talent

The two reached a consensus.Shan Yusheng was about to leave, Xiao Mo grabbed his sleeve, feeling quite happy.

"It is estimated that there are not many opportunities for you and me to have a common topic. Shouldn't polite children leave some memorable parting words before leaving?"

Shan Yusheng turned around and looked down at Xiao Mo. The big fat man was lying lazily on the stone chair, with a confident smile on his face.After getting along for more than ten years, Shan Yusheng discovered for the first time that Xiao Mo is an interesting and scary person, and his full smile makes people's heart skip a beat while the spine shiver.

After shaking it twice, Shan Yusheng didn't break away from Xiao Mo's hand, showing helplessness in her impatience, and turned to face the birdcage.

Thin fingers tapped rhythmically on the birdcage, one, thirteen, nine, four, the silly parrot listened for a while with its thick neck raised, and then jumped to Shan Yusheng's hand.Shan Yusheng put his fingers into the cage, picked up a pine nut and fed it into the parrot's mouth, touched the parrot's yellow crest feathers, and pointed in Xiao Mo's direction.

The snow-white little guy swallowed his food, opened his mouth and yelled at Xiao Mo in a strange voice: "Bon voyage!" "Bon voyage!" "Bon voyage!"

Shan Yusheng turned to Xiao Mo at this time, his delicate face was full of expression, but his eyes were as bright as black jade.

Xiao Mo let go of the corner of his clothes.

Shan Yusheng left.Xiao Mo got up and went back to the house. On the way, he took out his mobile phone again and entered another photo album. There were thousands of photos of Shan Yusheng, each face was covered by a huge bright red Gothic font. Three words: Go to hell, the original owner is against Shan Yusheng. Yusheng's hatred and jealousy are clear at a glance.

Xiao Mo once again, really deleted all the photos about Shan Yusheng.

I found the original owner's room, opened it and looked around, and saw fragments of photos in the drawer... Presumably, cutting Shan Yusheng's face into pieces was one of the few ways the original owner could think of to relieve hatred—even the expression of hatred. The methods are so weak, it is really pitiful and regrettable.

"Xiao Mo...I don't like to be ashamed of this name."

Xiao Mo stretched his body, lay on his back on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

The most urgent thing right now is the crisis of life experience. The reason for temporarily blinding Shan Yusheng is because the cheap brother thinks he hates his father. Once Shan Yusheng wakes up or his life experience is known by a third person... Tsk, Xiao Mo shakes his head and shakes off those Bad Lenovo, the current plan is to find a foothold within limited opportunities.

Xiao Mo is not very talented, he can take derogatory words such as "love leisure and hate work", "fawn on", "fox pretends to be tiger" as compliments, which shows that it is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

The two most important cards in his life are connections and backing.The headache is that once the contacts accumulated in the previous life are dissipated, Cheap Dad is still a risky stock. He will not waste his time on internships. There are three feasible steps: [-]. Use the ready-made family background without hesitation to expand contacts. [-]. Attack fake fathers. [-]. Find a backup backer.

What is the backing?Standing upright, crushing everyone, sheltering from wind and rain, expensive and not expensive.

Thinking about it, Xiao Mo fell into a light sleep in a daze... After a long time, the young man spat out an indistinct murmur, but he didn't know it.

"Landy was born in the second century...from...a family of Qingliu in the Federation...huge...inheritance...brilliant...'

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The next day.

Xiao Mo opened his eyes and was stunned for a while before slowly climbing out of bed.The mirror in the bathroom reflected his fat and white face, and the slightly trembling fat still remained frightened.

Last night, I had a bizarre nightmare as usual.

Since he came to this era, the night has not been peaceful.Occasionally read the "Randy Biography" that made him travel through in his dream, and occasionally die tragically in his dream...

Yesterday, the content of my autobiography flashed line by line in my mind, and I was forced to read paragraph after paragraph of text even without the slightest interest. Then, for some reason, the picture of reading suddenly changed dramatically, and the text faded and dissipated one by one, turning into sulfuric acid rain falling from the sky , He, who originally only stared at the text with both eyes, also manifested a body, running wildly in the boundless wilderness, with nowhere to hide, and desperately allowing his body to be gradually corroded, burned through, and melted, until there was nothing left.

After waking up, he completely forgot what he read in the first half of the night, but he still remembered the painful burning sensation.Xiao Mo rubbed his forehead wearily, stopped thinking about it, picked a razor on the shelf, and took care of his image carefully.

Say goodbye to the Shan family and rush to the capital railway station.

Before going to bed last night, Xiao Mo checked the information.

Not long ago, soldiers in the camp of elite soldiers responsible for exterminating high-risk parasitic reptiles were infected with CML virus, a new infectious disease.With the increase in the number of soldiers being treated in isolation, a large number of senior medical staff were transferred to the front line of the fight against the disease, resulting in a shortage of staff in the camp hospital.The Federation did not have enough places to mobilize to support the battlefield, so it recruited volunteers from the society. Anyone with a nurse qualification certificate and a doctor license can apply voluntarily.

The volunteers gathered together and arrived at the battlefield by car. Xiao Mo was the first batch of people to set off.

TRAIN STATION.

A wall of glass separates two classes, the right side is the overcrowded row of chairs, and the left side is the vacant sofa teahouse.

Ordinary train passengers in the area were sitting or standing, crowded into a group, and civilian children played on the glass, and were chased away by the stern-faced guards with guns, and the children ran wildly in the crowd making faces.

Xiao Mo turned into the left aisle, and a robot waiter slid past him with tea, and rushed to the corner, where a few elegant men chatting were sitting.[Federal Express] [Federal Express] flashes on the left LED screen, as well as direct trains for administrative workers and educators.

In the second century, going left was something to brag about.

Xiao Mo shook his fat body and pushed his luggage to the special passage on the left, so he could go straight to the train without having to stay in the waiting hall.

"Life is not high or low, but talent, learning and power distinguish people from high to low...Society is so realistic and cruel."

Xiao Mo was pulling out his mobile phone to check the train schedule, when he heard the lively remarks of the second class and looked back, a tall and dark boy was looking at the common people with emotion.

When Xiao Mo withdrew his gaze, the young man happened to turn his head back, and their eyes met.Xiao Mo nodded slightly, and continued to walk forward, when a black hand came out from behind and patted his shoulder.

"Don't you think so, brother?"

Xiao Mo shrugged his hands off his shoulders, unmoved.

The young man clicked his tongue and sneered, "Tsk... Sure enough! People who go to the left are all privileged people who indulge in enjoying the lack of shame."

Xiao Mo paused, his eyes shifted from the boy's hedgehog hairstyle to his angry face, and finally settled on the clothes, the uniform of the capital's noble high school, and the family of the new students is either rich or expensive.

In short, it's a character worth wasting time talking about... Xiao Mo raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Ease breeds laziness, and laziness makes people do nothing. Then personality is no longer independent, action loses enthusiasm, and life lacks meaning. As a human being, it is a degenerate process of losing oneself. And class...class prompts inequality, and inequality prompts Not reconciled, not reconciled to inspire resistance...Progress comes from resistance. Fight against the weak, against fate, and against class. It is precisely because of talent, learning and power that separates people from good and bad, people will expand their knowledge and forge ahead. This is The process of self-realization."

"sophistry!"

The boy widened his eyes, and then bared his white teeth, "It's very interesting. Even the government dare not flatter the class... If your council had asked you to be the spokesperson, it wouldn't have been pressured to abolish the knighthood system."

"Born to be rich and honored is a gift from the heavens... If you take advantage of the benefits and deny them, isn't it good to be good? You must be humble and honest."

"Brilliant, brother! Being able to speak out about injustice in the world is just as awe-inspiring as justice in the world!"

The passage turned and went down the stairs, and the boy also changed the subject.

"Brother, you just enjoy seeing your tonnage, why can't you think about going to the front line?"

Xiao Mo glanced at the boy's high school uniform.

"Ah, I went to school in the morning, and before I had time to change, my family pushed me over to catch the train..." The boy spat badly, "But I'm not the only one who is unlucky in the circle."

The young man looked around. Intellectuals in twos and threes got together and chatted because of their common aspirations. No suspicious person was found, so they leaned into Xiao Mo's ear and whispered, "Hey, do you know the Shan family? The one from the seven great families in our district, he Isn't there a stupid illegitimate child in the family?"

"Oh?"

Xiao Mo paused with his fingers, and slid across the phone screen calmly.

"That's right... I heard that he will go too. That idiot's academic performance is scum, and he doesn't know anything except looking for a sense of existence on the Internet. There is no solution to that C virus, and crazy people come one after another. I don’t know how I died when I threw that little idiot there. My family forced me to go to the battlefield and I was so angry that I almost ran away from home, but I felt much more at ease when I heard that he was behind me. It’s not the worst after all.”

The young man was only interested in expressing his own opinion, and didn't notice the strange flash in Fat Brother's smiling eyes.

"You always mention the youngest of the Xiao family, do you have a crush on him?"

The young man looked like he was stepping on shit, "The blind man is not so self-defeating, tsk... Seeing your disapproving expression, is it possible that you are still his fan?"

Xiao Mo smiled and said nothing, the young man made up his mind and thought about it, "Hey, so I am also his fan, a pure black fan. I also follow his online account, and I like watching him pinch His brother, every time I am in a bad mood, I run to his account and scold a few words with the troops, and I feel refreshed all day long!"

"You hate him so much?" Xiao Mo smiled like a Maitreya Buddha.

"That's right, those of us who have legitimate children are the most impatient with illegitimate children, and they are still this kind of shameless. Remember the previous incident, Shan Yusheng was admitted to the University of Science and Technology, and the public relations team was not very flattering. Xiao Dasha was upset I just replied two 'hehe', and a bunch of people lined up to help our little national boy crusade against him, scolding and commenting tens of thousands every minute."

"Your son of Shan Ershao Internet, Xiao Dasha Internet... a piece of shit?" Xiao Mo operated on the screen a few times before logging into his online account, and saw the comment with the most likes from the user: I love the bathing pool.

"Hey, you are also a fellow? By the way, I still don't know your name after chatting for so long. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Yuchixi."

yu-chi-xi?

Xiao Mo's eyes swept across the commenting users again, and a sense of fate that the meat and poultry bumped into the butcher—commonly known as "missing the slaughter" came to his face...

While the two were talking, they walked to the front of the battlefield special train. There were smart screens inlaid next to the upper and lower entrance doors. The two waited in line behind a man, and Xiao Mo held the corner of Yu Chixi's lips.

"Haven't you seen me at the party in the circle?"

Yu Chixi slapped his head, "I just thought your image didn't depend on your talents to become a left channel. If you don't have two money at home, you really can't get fat like you. Also, your clothes are new from Huaqi, right? Silk touch, one piece is [-], I almost didn’t recognize it because it was stretched and deformed. But then again, what is your name? I don’t have any impression just by looking at your face.”

After the man in front punched his card, Xiao Mo, who was in line in front of Yuchixi, stepped forward, called up the internship notice on his mobile phone, scanned the electronic code at the screen, ticked, and the voice broadcast: "Welcome to report, Mr. Xiao Mo On behalf of all the guards in the battlefield, I thank you for your selfless dedication and wish you a pleasant journey..."

Xiao Mo looked back and smiled at the dumbfounded Yuchixi.