I was raised by the BOSS in the infinite copy

"The last one." Gui Ming turned his head sideways, looking at Xiang Fazhou and Bi Yufang, "Which one of you is coming?"

Xiang Fazhou pointed at Bi Yufang, and Bi Yufang said, "It's fine for me to come, but you have to let me finish my speech. I can't just stop in the middle and let you talk again."

"Then you really can't do it..." Xiang Fazhou spoke impatiently, and then he came to his senses, pointing to Bi Yufang's finger and tapping on him, okay you old Bi, you fuck me.

Then looking at Guiming, Guiming spread his hands: "I didn't say anything."

Xiang Fazhou: "If I come, I will come."

"Dong dong dong."

"Student, can I open the door, please?"

-

Scar stood in the middle of the team of passers-by, stretched out a finger, and whispered: "When we get down to the hostel, we will..." After a pause, he raised his head and looked at the white shirt: "Angkor, didn't you say Are those students probably ghosts?" The tone was a little mocking, the corners of his mouth raised in an arc, showing his big white teeth: "Well, let's squat behind the door first and see if these students can come out for dinner at night. If we don’t come out, we’ll pretend to be food deliverers and sneak in...to test those students, if it’s really a ghost..."

The eyelids of the white shirt rolled up, a little wanting to know what else the scar could pull out.

Scar swallowed his saliva: "It's not like we haven't seen a copy with ghosts. Ghosts, the more you are afraid of them, the more they can hurt you. When the time comes, we will find someone who is least afraid of ghosts." His His eyes flicked around in front of these passers-by.

"Xiao Fang, you're dumbfounded when you see it. You probably won't be able to react to the ghost in front of you. It's just you."

The one called Xiao Fang was the brown hair in the white T-shirt that had raised his hand earlier. He was taken aback, and pointed at himself, looking a little dazed indeed.

Scar let out a louder laugh, but the other passers-by didn't laugh, so Scar stopped by himself and coughed twice: "How about it, isn't my idea a good idea?"

White Shirt shook his head.

"Angkor, do you think I stole your limelight?" Dao Scar deliberately made a provocative voice, and his eyes fell on the white shirt with a look of contempt.

Bai Shirt: "If it's really a ghost, and you let Fang Xianyi go alone, how do you know that he will be the same Fang Xianyi when he comes back?"

Scar didn't expect the story to develop like this, so he froze for a moment.

He tried to find a point to break through the hole in the white shirt, but he couldn't think of it for a while.

Fang Xianyi felt aggrieved, he hadn't said he would go yet, how did the storyline develop to the point where he was no longer him?

He said, "I won't go."

Dao Scar didn't expect Fang Xianyi to dare to reject him, and waved at him impatiently: "Who are you going to? Don't make trouble!"

The white shirt raised his head and looked at the scar: "You go, the method you think of, the most important thing, you must come."

Scar: "..." He looked at the white shirt, and the white shirt also looked at him, without any fear.

In the end, he took a step back: "Well, I was wrong, Angkor, I will compensate you, okay? Then tell me, how do we do this?"

White Shirt: "You don't speak very well. Look at you, you look fierce, and you are not afraid of ghosts at first glance. You are the most suitable candidate."

Dao Scar hurriedly begged for mercy, showing that flattering smile: "Angkor, you are really...you're joking, you don't know which onion I am, so you just treat me as a fart and let me go, my lord Not counting villains... huh?" He rolled his eyes at the white shirt: "This is true, you still have to come."

The white shirt looked at Scar for a long time, and Scar said a lot of shameless flattery before turning his gaze back: "I have something that fell from other channels in my hand, which can restrain ghosts, but it's not used much. Only a few times, I don't want to waste this time."

Dao Scar said affectionately: "Angkor, look, you still hide this hand. Wouldn't it be over if you showed it earlier, otherwise I wouldn't..."

The eyelids of the white shirt rolled over, and Scar immediately shut his mouth, obediently making a quail shape, and huddled in the farthest corner.

White Shirt: "So if I'm not 100% sure, I won't use this thing, Xiao Fang, you just said that this group of students just got their test scores, and they are lifeless, right?"

Fang Xianyi didn't expect that there was a pot waiting for him here: "...I'm just giving an example."

"It's very good." The white shirt nodded, and pointed his finger in the air: "You don't believe me, so I will convince you."

-

Teacher Zhang walked into the hotel with a thermos in his hand, and Teacher Miao followed behind: "Well, I said this restaurant is not bad, but the bottom of the pot is really good... I think the store must be authentic Chongqing people! "

Teacher Zhang turned his head and gave him a glance.

Teacher Miao was a little confused: "What's the matter, what did I say wrong? Is that spicy taste not authentic? Isn't it authentic?"

Teacher Zhang: "Sichuan and Chongqing are spicy, Hunan is the real spicy..." Holding the thermos, he looked into the distance with deep eyes: "You can really eat spicy..."

Teacher Miao: "I really remember what you said. Hey, I thought Sichuan could eat spicy food, but Hunan can eat spicy food like that..." He showed a knowledgeable expression: "I It’s not a disadvantage to come out with you, and you have a new knowledge.”

When the two went upstairs, they met Gui Ming and the others coming down, so they said hello: "Have you eaten yet?" Teacher Miao enthusiastically said: "I recommend a very authentic Hunan restaurant to you..."

Teacher Zhang raised the thermos cup with one hand, and slightly supported the waist near the abdomen with the other hand, while using a slightly patient voice: "You talk to them first, I will go up first."

Teacher Miao was stunned: "Ah, what am I talking about... What are you going up in such a hurry? Waiting for me?"

Teacher Zhang left without looking back, leaving Teacher Miao standing alone and muttering: "What's so bad about this, I recruited him again?"

Gui Ming: "..." He felt that Teacher Miao's words were quite true—won't he really eat it up!

Look at that, the chrysanthemum is not guaranteed!

Teacher Miao couldn't figure it out, so he didn't want to think about it anymore, and continued to recommend it to Guiming: "Really, it's just my restaurant, the taste is so amazing, if you don't eat it, you are really...you are at a disadvantage!"

How could Guiming dare to eat? He was afraid that he would catch up with Mr. Zhang, but he couldn't really refuse Mr. Miao directly.

"Really?" He showed a look of surprise, and then said regretfully: "But I have made an appointment with the students in other dormitories. We will go out to have barbecue in the whole dormitory. It's all agreed...how about Another day, Teacher Miao, I will remember what you said, and I will definitely do it next time!"

Teacher Miao was still happy at the beginning, but the smile on his face became stiffer and stiffer as he listened, and finally heard "I will definitely do it next time", and asked a little suspiciously, "You are not perfunctory, are you?"

Guiming's face was full of sincerity: "How is this possible!"

He turned his head to look at Bi Yufang and Xiang Fazhou, and then looked like he was about to go back to the room: "I'll call all my classmates out now, really, I won't lie to you!"

Teacher Miao looked at him suspiciously: "...No need."

"That must be! Just wait! I'll call now!"

-

Gui Ming turned his head towards Teacher Miao: "...Didn't I lie to you?"

Teacher Miao looked at the scene in front of him: "..."

His eyes wandered from the female ghost classmate with twin ponytails to the black-eyed classmate with panda eyeliner, hooked eyeliner, and sequins on his face...

Teacher Miao was a little confused: "Is it like this when they first came here?"

Guiming: "Isn't that good? Look how artistic and lively it is."

The female ghost student with double ponytails pursed her lips and smiled shyly, and the student with dark circles raised her head silently, but she didn't look like a ghost at all, but looked like a disco boy who just came out of an underground music scene.

Guiming raised his head towards Teacher Miao with satisfaction, and said to the students with dark circles: "Come on, perform a classic head shake for Teacher Miao."

The student with dark circles stood up very obediently, bluffed Teacher Miao enough, and quickly stopped him: "Don't, don't, don't! Take a break, don't shake your head off."

The student with dark circles just stood there in a daze, looking at a loss.

Guiming said: "Forget it, Mr. Miao is old and doesn't know how to appreciate the art of our young people, so let's not make things difficult for him."

"Old man" Mr. Miao looked at Guiming, thinking that he was still in his prime, he was hit hard, and he didn't mind whether Guiming went to the restaurant he recommended, pointed at Guiming with his finger, and was rejected He ran away alive.

Seeing that Mr. Miao was gone, Guiming let out a long breath. He looked at his classmate who had "changed his appearance", and showed a friendly smile: "It's okay, I will treat you to dinner, and I won't lie to you."

Xiang Fazhou tugged at him, and whispered: "Are you sure you won't be beaten if you walk out like this?"

Gui Ming quickly pulled out his hand: "You know what a fart, this is called... maverick, it is the style of our young people!" Then in a smaller voice: "...do you have a better trick?"

"Look, whoever sees them now, doesn't just call out that the door of the psychiatric hospital has been picked and the patients have collectively climbed over the wall and escaped the hospital. Is there any time to care about their other weird things?"

Xiang Fazhou: "..." There must be no time, they were all sucked away by that maverick.

-

White Shirt and Scar were squatting on a small rooftop next to a hostel, discussing whether to wait or go in directly.

Who wants to go in, and because I didn't understand it, I finally returned to "wait a minute".

White Shirt: "Wait a little longer."

Then I heard Fang Xianyi's low voice: "Come out."

The white shirt quickly poked his head out to look. The door of the hostel had indeed been pushed open again. The students were more recognizable in their attire, not to mention that there were so many of them.

Scar couldn't help itching again: "Angkor, you see people come out in broad daylight, and you still say people are ghosts..."

The white shirt ignored him, and he stared at the group of students engrossed.

Their walking posture, their expressions, their clothes... wait, the white shirt suddenly became stiff.

Fang Xianyi: "...Wow, this dress is so fashionable."

Scar unexpectedly followed suit with a "wow": "I've always wanted to do something like this."

The white shirt withdrew his gaze, and he frowned—could it be that he was too sensitive?

Scar smiled at the right time and said: "Angkor, look, horses have stumbled, people have miscalculated, it's normal for you to miss once, don't be disappointed... Now that you know these students are not ghosts, then their rooms..."

He raised an eyebrow at the white shirt.

The white shirt said coldly: "It's ours!"