The old monster loves the poor monk

Three days later, when Kong Ming came out of the room to eat, Lin Caijun stared at Kong Ming blankly on the sofa with a cigarette in his hand like a monster.

It is indeed a monster. Yaoshou, who is at the heaven-defying level, has only seen each other for three days. Kong Ming has changed his appearance.Kongming opened the refrigerator, opened a can of fruit juice and poured it with his head up. It was obvious that his body was growing faster than bamboo knots, and his facial features were also vaguely tougher.

Lin Caijun rushed over and hugged his thigh: "Master, you are so fierce in retreat, teach me!"

Kong Ming kicked Lin Caijun away with a drink and went upstairs, leaving only one sentence: "Eat more."

"A person who only drank drinks in retreat actually said such nonsense to me." Lin Caijun rolled his eyes at Kong Ming's back.

Apart from this kind of words, Kong Ming can't give any better advice. After all, he is not really developing, it can only be said that he is recovering his original appearance. The closer his ability is to King Ming, the closer his appearance will be to King Ming. After all, the person who created everything is Ziseng, whether it is the rank of King Ming or the soul who used to be named Kongming for Ziseng. Although Kongming said that Ziseng is not himself, in fact Ziseng is him, although he resists in his heart The argument of becoming a purple monk, but he can always accept it naturally when he slowly feels that something different is coming back like returning home.

What Yu Ling is obsessed with Kong Ming can't understand.

In the evening, Kong Ming went to Lin Caijun's room to continue to touch the draft book and draw spells. Lin Caijun was arranging the discs on his bookcase, because they were packed so tightly that the case could not be seen, but Kong Ming still remembered hearing Wu Duyin's ridicule at the dinner table , Kong Ming was leaning against the door and watching Lin Caijun sort out the discs. When Lin Caijun turned his head and saw Kong Ming, he yelled in fright: "Sin! Sin!" What the hell is going on.

Kong Ming went over to get a draft notebook, and asked by the way, "Do you have any for men?"

"What???" Lin Caijun petrified on the spot, heaven, why can he understand such words as a straight-erotic straight man.

Lin Caijun lingered on his last breath as if he had taken poison: "As a brother, if you want it, you can have it. I'll download a pirated version for you..." As a pornographic straight man He will not contribute money to men, this is his dignity as a straight man.

Kong Ming nodded and walked away with the draft notebook, leaving only Lin Caijun propped up on the table with a headache. As a technical geek, he didn't want to show off his skills anymore.

Turn on the computer and do a big data survey first. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know what movies are good. It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to review them one by one. Check the word of mouth first to see which buddy has more fans. It’s like when they mention the goddess, they seem to be the purest saint of the goddess. Like a girl, let's see which buddy's female fans mention him like a male god, or like a son, always feel distressed, love miserably, and feel pity.

Then choose a face from the photos from Baidu, and then frantically download according to the list of works.

Lin Caijun covered his eyes helplessly. As a straight man, his eyes hurt just by reading the title of the movie. It was too erotic. He reached out and patted the computer screen: "Brother, I'm sorry."

Just when Lin Caijun was so sad that he couldn't help himself, a call came in. It was his sister. When he answered the phone, it was his mother's voice, asking whether he was at work or in school: "You turned your back on you. That’s right, I didn’t even answer the phone calls from my parents. Your sister said that she saw you go to school during the monthly exam. Lin Caijun, can you be more organized when you do things? If you are good at studying, you should study hard, and when neither side can get it, you can find it yourself and cry."

Lin Caijun answered a few words impatiently and then pressed the phone. His monthly exam papers were still stuffed in the drawer box. Lin Caijun spread out the stack of papers to read. Mathematics 81, Chinese 63, and other papers were all It's about 23 points. This is Lin Caijun's best score since he entered high school. It can be regarded as a quick breakthrough. He used to hover between [-] points all the year round, and his luck exploded when he scored [-] points in consecutive multiple-choice questions. Mark, Lin Caijun looked at the paper and sighed. He is a liberal arts student, but after studying for a while, he thinks that science is more interesting. When he first chose subjects, his mother said that you can study liberal arts at your level. Literacy, learning science is blind, anyway, he has no intention of learning everything casually.

But now it seems that I still have to transfer to the science department. It was scary to be so casual with myself before.

But now that he is living well, he has forgotten his roots. He actually forgot his old sister, the sister who always likes to have a cold face and fishy eyes. Of course, she was not like that when she was a child. Similarly, the living conditions are harsh, he has grown up like this, let alone his sister, his old sister still has to hurt himself, Lin Caijun glanced at the oversized document that was slowly progressing, turned to the backstage and went out with his bag, looking for A bank opened a new card and drew 10 yuan in the past.

When I went to school the next day, I went to the junior high school to call the old girl out of the classroom. It was too strange to give the card. Lin Caijun put it in the draft book and handed it to her. Lin Meiren glanced at it vigilantly. Scratchbook: "What are you doing?"

Lin Caijun looked impatient: "Pocket money, do you want it?"

Lin Meiren opened a corner and saw the card inside, and asked softly, "Brother, did you rob the bank?"

"I can't catch you if I snatch it, so spend it." Lin Caijun threw the draft to her and turned around to leave. Lin Meiren's deskmate hurried up and asked, "Is that your brother? Oh my god, you're at a completely new level." change."

Lin Meiren took the draft book and opened the draft book when no one was paying attention, and stuffed the card into the school bag. The page with the card was written 'Password: add your birthday to my birthday. '

Then I went to the principal's office and said that I was going to transfer to the science department, and informed the assigned class that Lin Caijun immediately changed classrooms with his schoolbag. When he arrived in the new classroom, he was the first to introduce himself: "Hi everyone, I am Lin Caijun who transferred today. .” After speaking, he found a vacant seat with his schoolbag and sat down, no matter what others talked about, he took out his books and continued to study calculations.

As a slag, you have to work harder.

After school in the afternoon, Lin Meiren went to the ATM near the school to check the balance. She rubbed her eyes when she saw the string of zeros, and counted them with her hand. One, two, three, four, five, there were five zeros.

Lin Caijun's phone rang wildly in his pocket, his sister called, and when he answered the phone, her sister's guilty voice said, "Brother, there is one hundred thousand on the card, is it your card?"

Lin Caijun continued to read the book with the phone between his hands: "It's mine. You're not complaining that others can buy this and that, so I'll give you money to buy it."

Lin Meiren was very worried: "Brother, what are you doing? How did you get so much money?"

"I earned it, don't bother me, just ask if you want it."

"Yes." Lin Meiren nodded vigorously holding the phone.

"That's it, don't let your parents know, you can buy anything, just don't play around too much, I'll paddle for you when you run out, I'm still reading, hang up." Lin Caijun decisively pressed the phone, and then Lin Caijun The text message from the beauty came again, 'Are you really not telling your parents that you made money? '

'Don't say it. After thinking about it, Lin Caijun added, "I will say it myself when it is appropriate." '

As for when it will be suitable for Lin Caijun, he doesn't know. He is actually a little scared. No matter how incompetent his parents are, they can only be called jerk parents. If they find out that he is rich, how will they react?To flatter his son?Or indifference and blackmail?If you become like that, you won't even be an asshole parent, just an asshole.

Lin Caijun is not ready to face such predictions.

After a day of class, he went home and continued to help his brother, sorting the movies. Lin Caijun was so sad when he didn’t see the thumbnail preview of the movie all day in class, and then put them all into the USB drive, and walked straight to the empty room Throw it to Kong Ming, turn around and leave without even looking.

Kong Ming originally made a thoughtful tease, but he didn't expect that Lin Caijun not only wanted to stab him in the ribs, but also did it so quickly. Seeing his stiff face, he must have suffered a lot of mental damage.

Lin Caijun walked back to his room only to realize that there was no computer in Kongming's room, he snapped his laptop shut and sent it to him.

Kong Ming calmly looked down the classification list one by one. During supper, Lin Caijun pushed open the door and heard the voice outside and covered his ears decisively: "Don't look, do you want supper?"

Kong Ming sat in front of the computer with a slight frown and a serious expression: "Eat." Then he closed the computer and got up and got out of bed.

Lin Caijun was amazed: "Brother, are you so stable? Don't you feel it?"

This question is also strange: "I don't like why they have feelings."

Lin Caijun shut up honestly, honest people are very honest when they watch movies, and they can't be provoked.

And the real human-shaped Shura field is Yu Ling. As long as he appears in front of Kong Ming, they should all avoid it, otherwise no one can guarantee that their hearts will not be crushed. Wu Duyin even installed a TV screen in his room and the CD player, and the living room was reserved for Kong Ming and Yu Ling. Every time they used the excuse of a meeting, they called Yu Ling over and said a few words, and then everyone left the scene at the speed of light.

Yu Ling was left hanging in the living room again, pinching Shan Gen speechlessly: "Can you stop being so childish?"

"They know that I like you and they just want to help me." Kong Ming sat next to Yu Ling next to him: "You don't have to come in the future, I will let you know if there is something really important, I won't lie to you .”

Yu Ling looked at Kong Ming's serious look, especially when he was serious, he looked more like King Ming. Kong Ming noticed that Yu Ling's god who had been shaking for a moment showed a faint smile: "Because I am more and more like Zi Monk, so I am absent-minded?"

He smiled brightly again, with the clarity and gloom of a young man in his eyes: "I am obviously him, why don't you admit it? Do you have to be with me after I think of everything?"

Yu Ling suddenly didn't give Kong Ming a chance to stay, got up and left, Kong Ming could only smile helplessly at the air, don't like it if you don't like it, Shen Jining is right, everything in the world that can't happen naturally Can rely on force.

At least fate arranged for him the past of being a purple monk, he had lived as a purple monk, and Yu Ling couldn't refuse the purple monk.

Kong Ming realized that he was one step closer to the villain, and when he got up and went upstairs, he saw that the person in the reflective glass looked more and more like a purple monk.

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I'm worried that if I shake my hand, I'll black out Kongming