The enemy is catnip and I am a cat how to break [Entertainment circle]

Not long after Si Jing retracted, someone outside knocked on the door again.Through a layer of door panels, Si Jing could smell the smell—the smell that made him gluttonous and thirsty, and his back was still a bit chilly.

He swallowed, held his breath, and opened the door.

Kan Ze stood outside the door, his long legs were straight, and even wearing loose home pants could not conceal his superior body proportions.

"Is something wrong?"

Si Jing asked.

Kan Ze still looked at him.

"I'm so sorry," the man said, "I had a cat that came to me a while ago, it was very small, and only the tip of the tail was orange—is that your cat?"

Si Jing's hairy tail was almost protruding from his trousers, his back straightened nervously, and he said calmly, "Yes. What's wrong?"

Kan Ze narrowed his eyes suddenly.

"Did it go home?" Kan Ze said, "It ran away from my house before."

Si Jing wanted to send him away quickly, "It's back, it's here with me."

"..."

Unexpectedly, the man still didn't leave, and the two long legs seemed to have taken root in front of his house, motionless.Until Si Jing looked up at him in surprise, and half-closed the door, obviously meaning to see off the guests, "Is there anything else?"

The corners of Kan Ze's lips were raised slightly.

"No more," he said unhurriedly, "see you later."

……

See you later with a hammer!

Boss Si closed the door, paused, carefully pulled off his pants, and looked in the mirror to see if the mysterious area was still reflecting light.

"What kind of ghost oil did you use? No matter how you wash it, it can't be cleaned!"

There is still a bit of greasy strange feeling, like that kind of lubricant, is it forcing him to wash off all the stubborn oil stains with dish soap?

He is not a plate!

You can reach out and touch...

Boss Si's gaze slowly moved to the dish soap in the kitchen, thoughtfully.

He tossed and tossed a few more times, and after still feeling unwell, he bravely squeezed out a little dish soap, which really washed himself.In the afternoon, Yuan Fang went to the door to inquire about the crime, and as soon as he entered the door, he was startled by Si Jing, who was leaning on the wall and trembling, "What kind of shape are you?"

He didn't know what to think of, and his voice became high in an instant, full of shock and anger, "Where have you been these few days?!"

Why did he come back and become an old waist left in the wind!

"I haven't asked you yet," Si Jing gritted his teeth, "What the hell kind of dish soap did you buy for me?"

The stimulation is like sulfuric acid, so a little bit can make people go to heaven, and it feels like even the internal organs are burning.

"Ginger dish soap," Yuan Fang was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"..."

"Speak, Si Jing, talk! Hey, why are you rolling your eyes? Are you okay, could it be a herniated lumbar intervertebral disc??"

Two days later, Si Jing, who had been tossing about several times, finally regained his spirit, and the recording of the second episode of the variety show officially started.

The location of the second recording is still in the countryside, which used to be a bloody battlefield.Now those blood and bones have been buried, and there are neat small bungalows erected, and even the ordinary brick houses have almost completely disappeared.

Several people took the bus to the village through the mountain road, and Bai Hongli's seat was arranged next to Si Jing, trembling like an electric sieve along the way.

Si Jing didn't notice it, he just swallowed quietly.

The weather outside is not very good, and it is getting colder and colder. At this moment, the windows of the bus are tightly closed, and there are no cracks in the middle.

In this way, the smell will be stronger.

It was like the heavy forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, attracting and forcing him to pick it.

Si Jing wore two layers of masks, and spoke in a low voice: "How far is it?"

He really couldn't hold it any longer, and opened his mouth with difficulty to catch his breath.

"It won't be long," said the driver in front of him, a local, cheerfully. "We'll be there in another seven or eight minutes."

Bai Yingdi didn't look sideways, put his hands on his knees neatly, and didn't dare to look at the rolling Adam's apple of the person next to him.

Swallowing so fast, could it be that you are hungry?

He moved his body uneasily, stretched out his hand and touched it tentatively, making sure that no fish tail emerged.

The bus finally stopped in front of the village primary school.Countless students rushed forward clamorously, and when they looked down, they were all smiling faces.After Chen Caicai hugged this and that, with a friendly smile on her face, Si Jing looked up at her, didn't say anything, just stood in the middle in silence.

There is a sculpture in the middle of the school yard. It depicts an upright person with fuzzy facial features and a face that cannot be seen clearly.With a knife in his hand, he guarded a group of people behind him, like a mother beast guarding a cub.

"This was a hero in the war at that time," explained the old man who was invited to be on the show, "Our village was also the key area for bombing in the war. At that time, no one regarded us as human beings...to die , kill, kill, all the young people in the village have gone to serve as soldiers, and the remaining group of people have no way to survive."

He pulled out the pipe from his waist and took two puffs.

"This is what my father said. Fortunately, there is a hero who is very capable and saved many people. He led the remaining people in the village and drove away the enemies of the two companies forcefully! Two companies!"

Without weapons and manpower, what a skill it must be!

Several guests were listening to him in silence, but Si Jing stretched his long legs, his eyes were far away, and he fell on a piece of lush green in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

Chen Caicai asked, "What's the name of this hero?"

The old man waved.

"No name, no name."

"He didn't receive any awards?"

"Where are you going to suffer?" the old man sighed, "People just left...just gone. Now after so many years, fewer and fewer people remember him, but there must be someone who remembers him."

So they put up a statue and they put it in the middle of this school.When the children in the school reach the school age and start to go to school, there will always be teachers pointing out and teaching them what the land they are stepping on has passed by, and what sacrifices have been made in the peaceful days they enjoy.

This is the vivid first lesson.

The theme of the second variety show is to remember the history and focus on the future.Several guests were assigned to the school to teach primary school students, Chen Caicai was to teach Chinese, Kan Ze was in charge of nature and physics, and Bai Hongli was in charge of mathematics.

When asked what Si Jing was good at, Si Jing thought for a moment.

"Sports."

"..."

So he was sent to catch chickens with a group of primary school students. Si Jing wore a loose bright yellow sweater and stuck in the group of primary school students, laughing so loudly that everyone upstairs could hear him clearly.The child laughed and threw himself on him, presumably because he saw that Teacher Si had a good temper and no one was afraid of him, following him like a bunch of radish heads.

Si Jing wears one on his left arm and one on his right arm to teach them how to wrestle.

"You want to-"

He suddenly stretched out his leg and tripped, the boy fell down and was supported by him, "Understood?"

Many children in the village are also used to Hu Dahai being beaten, so they are not willing to admit defeat, "Come again!"

Come one by one, Mr. Si wins every battle, there is no one he can't put down.

When it was time for get out of class to end, other teachers and students from the school also came to watch enthusiastically.A few male teachers rolled up their sleeves, not believing that Si Jing's small body, which didn't look strong at all, was actually so strong. They rubbed their hands together, "Come and try."

Within a few minutes, there were a few more people lying down.

Boss Si's self-esteem and self-confidence swelled into a balloon together, and he went up to the sky.

"I'm not afraid of anyone," he said. "I'm not afraid of anyone. If anyone makes me lose, I can call him Papa."

The schoolchildren looked at him adoringly, as if looking at Ultraman.

"Wow……"

Si Jing felt extremely satisfied in this unisonal wow sound, and his tail almost turned up.

Suddenly someone said from behind, "I'm coming."

With a smile on his face, Kan Ze took off his outer coat, and inside was just a thin shirt, which clearly outlined his good figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist, "Let me try."

"..."

As soon as Mr. Si saw him, he immediately jumped up and down to VJ's to get back the mask, and put it on his face again.He touched the mask, as if he had a life mask, and he gained a little confidence, "What are you trying?"

Kan Ze loosened his cuff buttons, revealing his forearm.The arm was very strong and smooth. It was not a product deliberately created by the gym, but more like it was formed naturally after years of exercise. He twisted his hands and said two words lightly, "Wrestling."

The onlookers were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and immediately started booing.Si Jing's eyeballs were glued to that forearm, and he couldn't move, only two words were circling in his mind.

Suck, Suck, Suck, Suck, Suck...

I haven't really lay down on it for a few days and smoked it, but now I see it, and the restlessness can be ignited immediately.

No.

He swallowed, barely making his eyes firm.

In front of so many people.

How can you lose?

He also rolled up his sleeves, knotted the two hat straps of the sweater, and hooked his hands.

"--Come."

The two leaned together.

Si Jing's wrestling relies not only on strength, but also on solid skills.He still has the same style as before, trying to trip people up, struggling to stretch his feet to hook.

But Kan Ze's legs were longer than his, and he was easily entangled, which made him dizzy.

"Sister..."

Si Daxie gritted his teeth, faintly aware that this opponent was a bit difficult to deal with.The two came back and forth, trying to push each other down, panting for breath, getting too close to each other, and their arms rubbed against each other.

Fang Yuandao followed to watch the recording, seeing this scene, the more he watched it, the more he felt uncomfortable.

……how.

Is this the deadly enemy of socialism? ——Looking so friendly that the air is almost bubbling?

In terms of strength, Kan Ze is slightly better.With a sudden force, taking advantage of Si Jing's slack, he pushed the man down into the sandpit.The young man under him stared round and kicked him with his knee, "Get up quickly!"

Kan Ze couldn't get up, grabbed his two arms and raised them above his head, with a smile in his voice.

"Do you admit defeat?"

For so many years, Mr. Si, I don't know how to write typing.He raised his eyebrows and kicked someone again, "Recognize the ball!"

"I don't admit the ball," Kan Ze corrected him, "I have to admit defeat. Shall I call you Dad?"

"..."

Si Jing stared at him, the curly hair on the top of his head almost exploded.

"Good boy," Kan Ze pressed his leg firmly against his, preventing anyone from breaking free, "Call quickly."

"..."

"keep your word."

Si Jingxin reluctantly let go, and forcefully squeezed out a dry word, "...Dad."

abnormal!Perverted perverted perverted! !

Don't get close, my tail is coming out soon!

"Well," Kan Ze patted his head, and was finally willing to let him stand up, "Daddy loves you."

Fang Yuandao swallowed.

That night, a new post appeared on the anonymous forum.

[My artist forced me to drink him and his opponent's cp how to break it? 】

Someone will reply soon.

[Let's eat then.Official sugar, the best way to make people happy. 】

I'm not afraid of killing you.

The author has something to say: Today the radio station ordered songs, and the first one is "Chrysanthemum Terrace", which I gave to Mr. Si.

The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of injuries, your smile has turned yellow...

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former broker.

That bastard Si Jing just wanted to blackmail us Kanze!Excessive! !

After the broker.

Si Jing's little cuteness was shy at first glance, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, all give me a lot, and give me hard! ! !