[Online game] Shut up if you buy it for a dime

Looking at the cordial meeting between the superintendent and the mafia in front of him, Yalar twisted his face and realized a truth-it turns out that the three views also have double rules.

Edward gave his father a thumbs up: "Okay, I am enlightened. A harmonious society is just around the corner. Dad, you are a pioneer."

Moore Reguis laughed. Halfway through the laugh, there was another sound of opening and closing the door. Now Mo Dao came back and handed the windbreaker to Burr. When Mo Dao looked up, he found a room full of people sitting in the living room. Yo ha happy: "It's lively."

Joshua moved to the side, patted the sofa next to him to signal, Mo Dao Deling trotted to his side, and before sitting down, he hit a man with his butt in a mean way, yelling, go over, hit his butt so big.

Joshua was obviously used to this villain who seized the opportunity to bury him, and was too lazy to argue with him.

As a crowd of onlookers, Moore Reguis obviously couldn't accept it. He touched his nose and hesitated: "This is Madam Ling's Island? Mo, it's as rumored... er, lively."

Mo Dao smiled brightly at the guests, showing vitality: "Yes, this is a sign of youth. Facial paralysis will accelerate aging."

——Actually, this sentence was a run on Joshua, but for some reason, all the people in the room unconsciously shifted their eyes to Mamen. Sitting with a boy with facial paralysis, it's a sin, the map cannon accidentally injured a lot.

Thinking of this, Mo Dao quickly changed the subject: "You are Mr. Moore Reguis. You have known your name for a long time. You and Joshua were classmates in the same dormitory when you were in college. They have a very good relationship. Am I right?"

"That's right, the relationship is good." Moore Reguis nodded sharply.

The corner of Yalar's mouth twitched beside him. Looking at the virtues of the stepmother and this wretched uncle, he suddenly felt that there were not many normal people left in the room.Following this line of thought, Yalar suddenly discovered a question worthy of exploration - the relationship between the same dormitory is quite subtle, what kind of Feng Shui do you think can make two people in the same room become a martial arts leader and the other? What about the cult leader?

Although it is actually a nest of snakes and rats.

Yalar sat next to him and complained happily in his heart, completely forgetting that he was actually a mouse cub ╮(╯_╰)╭.

Seeing that Mo Dao and the uncle met each other late, and seeing that the topic was about to involve the exciting topic of Joshua's private life in college, the person concerned finally interrupted them with a dark face and announced dinner.

It's a matter of course to keep the guests for dinner, but Moore Reguis jumped up, pulled the two sons symbolically with his fat paws, and apologized to Joshua: "My mother The tiger also made soup and waited for us to go back. He said that it was a plant or herbal medicine that he had spent a lot of time getting back from the Celestial Dynasty. I promised to take my son back for dinner. You see, our goal has been achieved today... "

Joshua understood that the other party meant to say goodbye, so he didn't stay any longer, nodded, and said politely, "I'll talk about it next time when I have time."

When Moore Reguis heard the words, he blinked at Joshua, and twisted his fat waist: "Well~ Actually, I'm also reluctant to leave~"

"..."

He's acting like a baby...?

He is acting like a baby. ...

He is acting like a baby~~~~~~~! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! =mouth=

Yalar, who just got up and was about to see off the guests, was dumbfounded. Today, he has learned a lot and received a free shocking education.

He was staggered by a "Yeah" and twisted his waist, and then he backed up and bumped into a person——

His shoulders were supported by a pair of big hands, and he looked back reflexively to find His Majesty Mammon with a slumped face, looking at him fiercely, and it was self-evident who those big claws on his shoulders belonged to.

Mammon looked away, let go of Aral calmly, and said goodbye with his father and brother. Edward covered his face along the way, and Moore Reguis asked the elder son what was wrong, and he said without shame, Before changing his surname, he was ashamed to see others, and the fat old man jumped up angrily and gave him a slap on the back of the head.

……

Watching the father and son off, Mo Dao stopped eating and clamored to see Joshua's graduation photo.

Joshua couldn't screw him, so he had to go to the study to dig it out, wipe the ashes and throw it to him, so that he could watch it all. In the end, Comrade Mo Dao really wanted to watch Moore Reguis in his youth.

Yalar and his stepmother nestled on the sofa, chatting and researching the photo album for a long time, and finally Yalar looked up helplessly: "Father, didn't Uncle Regis not attend the graduation ceremony?"

"Of course." Joshua answered him briefly.

"……where?"

"The one standing on my left." Joshua also came over, frowning, looked around, and finally nodded on a person's head.

"..."

"..."

Mo Dao and Yalar held the photo album and looked at Joshua silently.

Joshua was not surprised to see the reaction of the two, but couldn't help but nodded with a smile and said in favor: "I also think he seems to be a little fatter."

"Tsk tsk tsk" Mo Dao shook his finger, "It's not just some—"

Yalar sighed: "This thin and shy boy was drowned in the torrent of history-"

Mo Dao: "Time is so fucking cruel——"

Yalaer was about to continue to mock, but he fixed his eyes, made a strange sound from his nose, and tugged his stepmother: "Look, he is holding my father's hand."

"Where is there?" Mo Dao's face was almost posted on the photo album, he fixed his eyes, and then looked at Joshua reproachfully with an expression of "you are not as good as a pig and dog": "You two are indeed having an affair."

Joshua: "..."

Mo Dao: "That uncle just now was really acting like a baby, isn't he Baozi?"

Yalar: "If you don't call me Baozi, I will stand by your side."

Mo Dao: "Okay, I won't call."

Yalar: "Before you come back, there will be an act of Mistress, but unfortunately you missed it."

"Tsk tsk," Mo Dao shook his head, "tsk tsk."

"...You don't need to say it, I don't want to hear it." Joshua stood up and wanted to leave.

"But I want to say." Mo Dao grabbed the man tightly, and said the words he had longed for for a long time: "You have no morals, look, this has changed from a thin scholar to a bridge, you still don't let go Passed others. Yalaer, look at your father, why does he have such a strong appetite?"

"Reguis...uncle, no matter how heavy it is..." Yalar felt that this must be fair, and admitting it indiscriminately was tantamount to ginseng cock in disguise.

"Oh, you're curious why your father has such a strong appetite, right?" Mo Dao tugged at the man's sleeve and said proudly, "Actually, I'm also curious, so I'll have to ask him. Baby Joshua, what do you say?"

Joshua slapped his paws away and went to eat.

Mo Dao was still in high spirits, and turned his head to look at Yalar innocently. The latter smiled: "I don't want to hear it either, and you can't say it if you want to."

"I want to say it." Mo Dao closed the album with a snap, and made a great conclusion: "I think his little son with facial paralysis will still be handsome no matter how out of shape, I believe my eyes are right, so you can As much as you want- OH!!! Joshua Morakot, how dare you hit him with a fucking spoon?!!"

Cher Hughes Private College, University District.

"Here, thank you for the umbrella that day." Pushing the gold-rimmed glasses, Yun Shisi stuffed the umbrella to the side of the table without lifting his head, and impatiently flipped through some documents, Mammon Leigui under his nose.

Anxiously pushing away the black umbrella that blocked her view, Mammon silently pointed to the side of the table.

Yun Shisi curled his lips, put the umbrella down against the table, and didn't rush to go. He went around to Mamen and stretched out his hand, leaning over with his hips on his hips, ready to see what this guy was watching so happily.

Who knew that Mamen's reaction was fast enough - she pressed the flipped paper under the heavy textbook, and Mamen turned her head suddenly, as if she had noticed someone coming: "Pick up?"

But it's me.Yun Shisi shrugged, pushed his glasses habitually, with a gentle smile in his eyes again, and the slender white fingers belonging to the artist gently stroked towards the table: "I'll return your umbrella."

Mammon stared at him, nodded for a while, then raised her chin towards the door.

The smile on Shisi's face almost didn't hold back: "Hey, I finally found the medical school district, so you just drive me away?"

"Otherwise?" Mamen raised her eyebrows as she looked at her friend who smiled forcefully.

"At any rate, show me around... When the uncle came over, he was almost harassed by a perverted old man. He touched my shoulder and said that the bone structure is perfect. Heck, there are so many lunatics here." Yun Shisi thought of finding the way just now When I met that pervert in a white coat, his face was a little green, and he was eaten tofu even in his twenties, which was embarrassing.

Mamen didn't bother to talk to him long ago, and looked at his watch while talking: "I'm not free today, class is about to start." Please go away.

Yun Shisi snotted and burst into tears: "How dare you let me, a beautiful oriental boy, walk back to the Art Academy alone like this?! What if I meet a pervert again?"

"No." Mamen said with a blank expression, "Because that pervert has a class this time, so he doesn't have time to harass you."

Yun Shisi was surprised: "How do you know?"

"Because he has already stood on the podium...Well, he saw you."

Yun Shisi raised his head and saw the nightmarish white coat rolling over the edge because of the owner's agitated steps. He was dizzy for a while, and screamed and rushed out from the back door.

Mammon nodded: "Good afternoon, Professor Senrod."

"Good afternoon," Senrode stretched his neck and watched the perfect skeleton leave from a distance with a look of wanting to chase but couldn't. After a long while, he looked back and his eyes were bright. your friend?"

"That's all, even if it's my own brother, Professor Senrod, he wouldn't take a rib off and give it to you as a birthday present." Senrod covered his face in disappointment: "That's a perfect collection Taste."

Mamen reluctantly nodded in agreement, hesitating whether to tell Shisi that in the eyes of the professor, the only difference between a living thing and a specimen is that a living thing is a moving specimen, that's all.Really don't have to think too much... =_,=

……

When class started, Mamen removed the textbook to get her notebook, and immediately, a stack of materials that had been conveniently pressed under the textbook appeared in front of her eyes.

"..."

The appalling data on the white A4 paper made Mamen feel her temples twitching, and her head was throbbing with pain.

Silently stuffed it into the drawer, as the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind.

……

Unfortunately, when the person who created this data stood in front of Mamen, Mamen realized that he seemed to need some resistance—why did he accept this tragic task from his father without saying a word? !

On the other side of the table, Baozilian with his chin propped up enviously, every time he quickly completes a group of guns, he will let out an inexplicable exclamation. Every time Baozilian sighs, an extra vein pops up on the forehead of Mamen—— After the shooting was completed, the inexplicable crackling applause almost made him want to load the gun and blow the head of the bun-faced man across the way to see if it tasted like paste.

After holding back her temper, Mamen gritted her teeth and said, "I'm not a clown."

Yalar blinked and let out an ah, obviously not understanding what the other party meant.

He threw the small silver gun in his hand in front of Baozi's face, supported the edge of the table with both hands, and shrouded the person sitting across from him in the shadow. Mamen squinted and said coldly, "Remove the gun in 45 seconds and press Put the parts in the correct order—the kindergarten level, let's start from here, slow down for a second..." Mamen raised her head, glanced at her backyard, "Frog leap around the yard."