[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

Afterwards, Qi Shi really didn't interfere with Yang Jing anymore, but he was somewhat worried about him. Several people fought together and urged Luo Yu to take good care of him and heal him in time.

"He is so powerful, he can kill with one blow, how can I be used? To avoid being said to be self-indulgent again!" Luo Yu rolled his eyes, his voice was high-pitched, Qi Shi looked at her, shook his head and sighed .

When the three of them were walking in front, Wu Baichen leaned over and said in a low voice, "Luo Yu is a woman, don't argue with her, if you give in, she'll just keep talking."

Yang Jing hehe twice, he is too lazy to quarrel with women, not to mention he can recover his blood, so why would he coax Luo Yu?

But what Wu Baichen said was not false. When the real battle started, Luo Yu followed the three of them leisurely. He said that he didn't care about Yang Jing, but he didn't really care about him. He still cared about him and healed him every time. .

After killing monsters in the mine for a day, Yang Jing was promoted to level [-]. He is now sitting on the ground panting like a dead dog, unable to speak, especially after waving the sword for a whole day, his arms are sore and pain.

Qi Shi and the others had long been accustomed to this intensity, but their breathing was a little short, and their faces were ashen and tired, but they were not as exaggerated as Yang Jing.Wu Baichen walked up to Yang Jing, stretched out his hand, "Get up, it's getting late, let's go back, you get in the car and rest."

Yang Jing softly handed over his hand, and when Wu Baichen pulled it, the muscles on his arm suddenly felt like they were twisted. lead.

A few people came to the edge of the cliff, Yang Jing looked up at the top of the mountain surrounded by lush bushes, his calf cramped.

Wu Baichen supported him, and Yang Jing almost put all his weight on him. They staggered up, walked for a while, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

Yang Jing got into the car, spread out on the seat, groaned a few times, but was unwilling to move again.

The car drove, and at first it shuttled through the dense forests in the mountains, without floating in the air, the road was a bit bumpy, the people in the car were bumped up and down, Yang Jing fell asleep soon instead.When he got on the highway, the car climbed to the express lane and drove at a high speed. Yang Jing leaned forward a little bit, and his chest was tightly held by the seat belt. He grunted in pain, closed his eyes and unfastened the seat belt. , pillowed on Wu Baichen's legs, those legs were well-proportioned, moderately soft and hard, warm and warm, Yang Jing kept humming in his sleep, with a satisfied smile on his face.

When Qi Shi woke Yang Jing up, they had already returned to Federal College, and the car was parked at the door of the dormitory building. Yang Jing got up from Wu Baichen's lap, maintaining a posture for a long time made his neck stiff, and it hurt when he moved.

Wu Baichen pointed at his leg with a wry smile: "Go to sleep as long as you sleep, I drool all over my pants."

Yang Jing tilted his neck and lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw a puddle of fist-sized water stains on Wu Baichen's knees. He chuckled, "Why don't you take off your trousers, and I'll wash them off for you."

Wu Baichen shook his head while clutching his pants.

Yang Jing was holding his neck to get out of the car, Qi Shi suddenly said: "Yang Jing, tomorrow...how about you rest for a day?"

Yang Jing wanted to shake his head subconsciously, forgot to sleep on the stiff neck, there was a click, the pain made him grin his teeth, a tendon seemed to be directly connected to his brain, his temples throbbed with pain, he held his neck to relax for a long time, " Don't, don't, it's business as usual tomorrow."

He usually needs to go to class, if he takes another day off on weekends, he will still be practicing a fart.

Qi Shi watched Yang Jing hesitate to speak, then slowly nodded, "Okay, I'll pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Yang Jing got out of the car and walked back to his room with a heavy body. The hover car behind him buzzed a few times and drove away.

As soon as he entered the room, Yang Jing couldn't wait to take off his clothes and take a bath. The hot water poured from the roof washed away the sticky skin and also dispelled the thick bloody smell mixed with mud and sweat. With the cool mint fragrance, the body immediately refreshed, but the muscles and tendons under the skin became more and more lazy, and there was a little pain.

When he came out of the shower, his stomach growled again in protest. It was so empty that even his internal organs were shrinking. Yang Jing didn't bother to order takeaway, so he just took out the steamed stuffed bun in his backpack and tried to pull it down halfway. Common food has the effect of restoring qi and blood, and the taste is so-so, but Yang Jing hasn't eaten pork for a long time, and the combination with cabbage has the simplest aroma, with a taste of nostalgia.

Full of wine and food, Yang Jing was lying on the sofa too lazy to move, his eyes unconsciously closed, he forced himself to sit up, and took the terminal to make a call to Song Chu.

But he didn't have Song Chu's phone number, not even Song's phone number, Yang Jing looked at the screen and frowned, except for the body's original address book, Yang Jing only remembered the phone numbers of Zhang Jian and Qin Xinyi.

He tapped his finger on the screen, and finally called Zhang Jian.

When Zhang Jian received the call, he was having a meeting with some people in Zhang Qi's study. Two of them were arguing across the table. Then, Zhang Qi sat in the upper hand position with a sullen face and said nothing, his terminal hummed and vibrated so untimely.

The yelling stopped abruptly, and Zhang Yang looked over with a blushing neck, with anger shining in his eyes.

Zhang Jian looked down at the name on the screen, and his leisurely smile suddenly turned into a frown. Zhang Yang stood beside him, glanced condescendingly, then smiled strangely, and turned his head to glance at Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qi looked over with a blank expression on his face, the others didn't speak, the study was so quiet that even the buzzing of the terminal sounded like noise, it was unbearably noisy.

Zhang Jian silently connected, and the screen flashed, and Yang Jing was sunk in the sofa, his head was resting on the armrest, his half-wet hair was spread out in a mess, and the line of his neck looked tight and slender because of the stretching. Jing is holding the terminal high, the angle from top to bottom makes his face look small and pointed, and at the same time, it can illuminate a white chest.

Zhang Yang was still standing, staring at the terminal screen with great interest, humming along with his nose.

Zhang Jian couldn't help coughing: "Eldest Young Master, why are you looking for me so late?"

As soon as the others heard it, they all knew who the person at the other end of the terminal was. The atmosphere was a little weird for a moment, and they all stared at Zhang Jian.

"I want to ask you for the Song's phone number." Yang Jing's voice was less sharp than usual, and seemed a little lazy.

Hearing that he said such insignificant words, Zhang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, while operating the terminal to search, he asked casually, "What does the young master want Song's phone number for?"

Yang Jing yawned, a long ending sound came, and he spoke again, with a nasal sound, "I'm looking for Song Chu, and asked him if he has time to go out with me tomorrow."

Zhang Jian suddenly felt like throwing a hot potato out. Of course they knew that Yang Jing had taken Song Chu as his apprentice the day Yang Jing went to the Song family, but they didn't understand why he suddenly had a crush on Song Chu. Zhang Jian was going to try to persuade him, "Chu Song, is that the young master of the Song family? I remember that the youngest master of the Song family is about to take the university entrance exam. If the eldest master has nothing important to do, don't disturb other children's studies."

Yang Jing became impatient, and stared at the other party through the screen, "Stop talking nonsense, just give me the number quickly."

Zhang Jian glanced at Zhang Qi subconsciously, and said, "I've sent you the phone number of the Song family."

Yang Jing glanced at the prompt on the screen. A line of small characters showed that he had just received an address book from "Mr. Song". He hummed twice, said "hang up" hastily, and cut off the call.

Zhang Jian glanced at the darkened screen, then raised his head to look at Zhang Qi. The other party was as motionless as a mountain, showing no sign of his mood. Just as he was about to say something, Zhang Qi looked at Zhang Yang and swept his eyes lightly. , with a threatening manner, "If you still want to quarrel, get out and quarrel."

Everyone in the room was shivering, not daring to take a breath, and angrily cast a complaining look at Zhang Jian, Zhang Jian thought he was very innocent, with a stiff smile on his mouth.

Zhang Yang's expression changed suddenly, and he finally sat down, but looked at the person opposite him unwillingly, his eyes almost burst into flames.

Yang Jing got Mr. Song's phone number and dialed it immediately. After a while, the phone was connected, and he didn't know if the other party was going to sleep at the moment. The background was dark, only a small orange light was shining dimly beside him. A dull blue color glowed against the old bark-like face.

When Mr. Song saw that it was Yang Jing, he frowned, "Young Master Yang, what's the matter?"

Yang Jing looked at that face that was a little creepy, and moved his body uncomfortably, "I want you to call Song Chu, and I have something to do with him."

Mr. Song was taken aback when he heard the words. He obviously didn't expect Yang Jing to look for Song Chu, but he didn't ask what he was doing specifically. From the expression on his face, he seemed happy to see Yang Jing looking for Song Chu. After a while, Song Chu's address book was sent over.

Yang Jing didn't say anything else to him, hung up hastily again, and called Song Chu.

This time, it was quickly connected, and Song Chu's confused expression was displayed on the screen. Yang Jing said first, "Song Chu, it's me."

Song Chu reacted, his expression didn't change much, but his eyes lit up, "Master."

Hearing his shout, Yang Jing felt relieved, and unconsciously took out his master's money, and said, "Song Chu, do you have something to do tomorrow?"

Song Chu said as if reporting: "Tomorrow there will be extra classes at school."

"What a crappy school, with shitty classes!" Yang Jing scolded a few words in dissatisfaction, and immediately said, "Don't go to school, go out with me tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" Song Chu on the screen looked like a passport photo, with a straight expression and no ups and downs.

"Follow me to kill monsters."

Song Chu was obviously taken aback, his head moved, and then he asked uncertainly: "To kill the beast? You want to take me there?"

"kindness."

"But..." Song Chu opened his mouth to speak but stopped.

Knowing that Song Chu has no supernatural powers and his health is not good, Yang Jing couldn't help but wonder why the system insisted on taking Song Chu as his apprentice. He waved his hand impatiently and interrupted Song Chu, "Are you scared?"

Song Chu's expression was serious, he shook his head, "It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I'm an ordinary person, can I follow and kill monsters?"

Yang Jing saw that there was some expectation in his eyes, and his facial features were a little more vivid than when his face was expressionless. He knew that Song Chu was not willing to be ordinary in his bones, and he had a good impression of him in his heart. Come to Federal College to find me before eight o'clock, specifically in the dormitory No. 1111423, don't worry, I will protect you well."

Seeing Song Chu quickly write down the specific address on the screen, he said "OK" decisively.

Seeing Song Chu's agreement, Yang Jing's heart fell to the ground. At first, he thought that he might not be able to persuade him even if he had to spend a lot of talking, so he yawned several times and said vaguely: "It's getting late, go to bed early."

Song Chu said goodnight expressionlessly, and Yang Jing cut off the call and went back to bed.

Non-responsible extras - Spring Festival sketch version:

Ever since Zhang Jian and Yang Jing were rumored to be having an affair, Zhang Jian's boyfriend kicked him out of the bed. In order to show his loyalty and prove that he had a clear conscience, Zhang Jian came all the way to Federal College, and talked with his boyfriend on the terminal Still connected.

It's not too late for Zhang Jian to come, but today is the weekend, Yang Jing came back from level training, tired like a dead dog, and fell asleep on the sofa after eating.

Dangdang ~

Yang Jing was woken up, walked to the door in a daze, and opened the door, before seeing the other person's face, he complained: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you come here?"

Zhang Jian: "(⊙口⊙)?"

Seeing that it was Zhang Jian, Yang Jing froze for a moment, looked him up and down, with doubts in his eyes, "Who are you?"

Afraid that he might say something that shouldn't be said, Zhang Jian hurriedly said loudly, "I'm passing by, and I'll take a look at you."

There was a snort from the terminal, but Yang Jing didn't pay attention. He looked at the sky outside the window, "But is it late now? Shouldn't we go to bed at this time?"

Zhang Jian took a deep breath and hurriedly interrupted: "Eldest Young Master, you have made it clear, when did we sleep?"

Yang Jing was impatient: "I mean, I won't keep you today."

Zhang Jian's eyes were wide open, and he felt that the hand holding the terminal was burned by the invisible flames that spewed out from it. His voice was unreasonably high, "Speak clearly, when did you leave me?"

At this moment, the doorbell rang ding dong ding dong.

Yang Jing instantly noticed that he was naked, and after glancing at Zhang Jian who was standing at the door, he subconsciously pulled him into the room and stuffed him behind the curtain.

Panting, he ran to open the door, only to see Zhang Qi standing outside the door with a faint smile on his face: "There is a traffic jam on the road."

After finishing speaking, take a step inside...

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