Wulong Inn

Gao Fei was sitting in front of the desk in some distress. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all ready, but he couldn't write the pen for a long time. You know, writing brush characters is a technical job. It's definitely a dream to look decent.Not long ago, the ghostly symbols on that piece of paper kept flying high in his mind, and he couldn't help but think, what would that Mr. Wang think if he handed in a large pile of ghostly-like transcriptions tomorrow—he claimed to have read this paper for several years. A child who is a book student, he can't even write well!Thinking of this, Gao Fei couldn't help scratching his head irritably.

In the end, after thinking hard for a long time, Gao Fei was at a loss. Finally, he resolutely grabbed the Langhao brush beside him. At this time, he thought that if he was ridiculed, he would die. Anyway, I am ashamed thick enough.As soon as he thought of this, he became calm, looked at the school rules at the side, and began to copy them intently.

As soon as he wrote the words 'Rock School Rules', Gao Fei suddenly put down his pen.Looking at the neat handwriting on the paper in surprise, Gao Fei was a little confused for a while, how could he learn calligraphy without a teacher in just a few days?After thinking about it for a long time, Gao Fei finally attributed it to the influence of the residual memory of the original owner of the body. Seeing that time was running out, he stopped thinking about it and started writing.

How many Rockwell rules are there?There are more than a thousand words in the [-]th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, which is not too much, but if you multiply this number by one hundred, it would be a bit shocking. In Gao Fei's view, the old master wanted to punish him very much. Then it is impossible to assign a task that cannot be completed. Therefore, after flipping through the thin three-page paper, Gao Fei resolutely gave up the somewhat long-winded annotations under those big items. The number of words has dropped to more than a hundred words, so although the task of copying is still very difficult, it is not impossible.

Writing is the most important thing to test one's mentality and patience. Gao Fei was a little jerky at first, but soon became fluent and smooth, and even his handwriting became more delicate and beautiful. However, Gao Fei, who had already sunk into a wonderful mood Fei was unaware of this.

Time passed slowly without knowing it, and night fell...

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Taking advantage of the darkness, a vigorous figure landed lightly in a remote courtyard in Xiyuan. The person seemed to be very familiar with this place, and he walked to the side room on the east side very calmly, and walked from the side of the house in a flash. The open rear window jumped in.

Hearing the familiar voice, Uncle Tao couldn't help looking angrily at the figure that suddenly appeared in the room, and said in a vicious voice: "Boy of the Zhang family, I didn't tell you what I told you last time— "

"Don't jump out of the window, go to the front door," the man who suddenly appeared in the house slowly continued in a deep voice, and then shrugged helplessly, "I'm not used to it, am I?"

"Hmph." Uncle Tao snorted, apparently extremely dissatisfied with the other party's perfunctory attitude.

Undoubtedly, Zhang Boxing was the one who came. At this time, his face was solemn, and he did not tease Tao Bobo.

Uncle Tao said impatiently when he heard the words: "Go as soon as you go, don't you have to go several times a year?"

"I'm afraid it will take a long time this time."

Uncle Tao frowned when he heard this: "What happened?

"A convoy was intercepted there, and more than half of the people died. It doesn't look like ordinary horse thieves."

Uncle Tao was taken aback when he heard the words, and brought him back to his senses, the look of panic flashed across his face: "Could it be them?"

Zhang Boxing said worriedly after hearing the words: "I don't know, the secret letter sent back from there didn't write in detail, so I have to go and see it myself."

"Pay attention to safety." Uncle Tao was concerned when he heard the words.

"Don't worry, I have my own measure." Zhang Boxing nodded when he heard the words, paused and said: "Cangzhou..."

"Don't be afraid, with me here, plus old man Luo, there won't be any trouble." Uncle Tao immediately took care of everything.

Zhang Boxing said sincerely after hearing the words: "Then get rid of it."

"You brat, why are you still being polite to me?" Uncle Tao couldn't help snorting when he heard the words.

"Yes, I don't dare anymore, kid." Seeing this, Zhang Boxing said quickly, with a smile on his face.

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Withdrew from Uncle Tao's room, Zhang Boxing walked slowly to the side room which was still lit.Still not asleep, he stretched out his hand to push the door and couldn't help but wondered. After seeing the situation in the room clearly, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It was true that the oil lamp was still on, but the boy under the lamp had already fallen asleep at his desk, as if he knew he would come, and the two medicine bottles were neatly placed on the wooden table.

Zhang Boxing approached the room lightly, and after putting away the medicine bottle, he couldn't help turning his eyes to the young man beside him, and saw that the other party seemed to be having some good dream, his eyebrows were raised, and there was a silly smile on his face.

Zhang Boxing looked at him, and his originally heavy mood suddenly relaxed a lot, and he couldn't help pinching the other's fleshy cheeks.Well, the hand feels very good. As soon as this thought came to his mind, Zhang Boxing suddenly withdrew his hand, looked at the hand he just stretched out in confusion, and couldn't help wondering what happened to him just now.

When he came back to his senses, Zhang Boxing looked over again in a blink of an eye. Zhang Boxing deliberately avoided the opponent's face, so a stack of rice papers under the young man's arm caught his attention. He carefully took out a sheet from the stack, but saw The paper was full of handwriting.

Looking at the words on the top of the "Rock School Regulations", Zhang Boxing raised his eyebrows in surprise. The boy involved in this matter just changed his posture, and the stack of papers under his arm was displayed in front of him—— They were all copied Rockwell School Rules.

It turned out that he was fined. Seeing this, the head of the family had a subtle feeling of gloating in his heart, and then became a little confused. Didn't he still think about going into business a few days ago? Could it be that the talk with Mr. Lu collapsed?

There was no answer for a while, Zhang Boxing simply flipped through the large stack of copying school rules, nodded while reading, thinking that the other party is very understanding, after practicing the hundred words, the improvement is very obvious.

After reading the whole thing, Zhang Boxing simply picked up the Langhao pen on the side, and began to comment on the progress and shortcomings of the other party's entire writing. After finishing writing these, he turned his eyes to someone who was sleeping soundly, and whispered in an unclear mood: "Goodbye." After saying that, he flew away.

The powerful and wildly written 'Comment' was placed on top of a large pile of school rules, and was carefully pressed down by a paperweight.

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