Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 397 I Teach You

Fu Yunhe continued the live broadcast.

In the live broadcast screen, there is only one countertop where Fu Yunhe often cooks, which is clean and refreshing.

Obviously nothing can be seen in the live broadcast, but everyone is not tired of it.

Fu Yunhe really started to help everyone with their homework, but the homework is all about the university.

When it was almost time, netizens heard the voice of the host.

"Xiao He, let's end it."

"My boss called me."

The sentence that my boss called me made netizens use countless imaginations.

[Why is there a feeling that the wife is calling her husband to come home? 】

【The wife doesn't know, but Xiaohe's voice is strangely gentle. 】

【is not it?It doesn't seem to be my illusion. 】

[What is the relationship between the beauty's boss and Xiaohe? 】

[I don't know, but it feels not simple. 】

Fu Yunhe took a peek at Nian Shutong. At this time, she was not watching the live broadcast. They had already turned on an optical brain, ready to watch TV dramas.

Fu Yunhe withdrew his little thoughts. He also wondered if Nian Shutong would think more about it if he saw netizens' comments.

Forget it, the time is not up, don't force it.

"Have a nice day, bye."

Fu Yunhe turned off the live broadcast, walked around the table, sat in the opposite seat, and watched the TV series with everyone.

"There's something to eat, take it yourself."

Nian Shutong pointed to a round table, on which there were random things, such as fruit, popcorn, juice, etc.

At this time, Nian Shutong was holding a bowl of potato noodles and eating them.

Not only her, but Haha next to her, and Ji Sisi as well.

The lips of the three people were red from eating, and they didn't want to put less peppers when they saw it, but they just couldn't bear to put it down.

Fu Yunhe poured a glass of grape juice and handed it to Nian Shutong.

"Drink a sip."

Nian Shutong's lips pursed, and he kept blowing air out. It was obviously too spicy, so he insisted.

She didn't even look at Fu Yunhe, and took it casually, as if she was very used to this kind of feeding.

"Cuckoo"

After drinking the cool grape juice in one gulp, Nian Shutong let out a sigh of relief.

"It's started! It's started!"

At this point the TV show started.

"Ah-ah--"

Some solemn and heroic harmonies sounded, and the high-pitched music caught the ear.

The singing voice with a sense of age makes everyone feel more in tune.

"The Dilemma of Gratitude and Righteousness"

After the last line was sung, the name of the TV series popped out word by word.

The Legend of the Condor Heroes began its classic legend of dominating the screen.

In the whole TV series, there are very few adaptations of novels, and the original work is respected to the greatest extent.

Moreover, the director's casting was very serious. Huang Rong's playfulness and eccentricity were presented by the actress one by one.

Guo Jing's honesty, perseverance, and wisdom of great wisdom and foolishness are all well interpreted.

And the martial arts movements inside are even more realistic to the point of punching to the flesh.

Thanks to the practice of everyone in the interstellar world, it really looks like all the members know martial arts, with powerful and beautiful movements. It seems that they really know how to do martial arts, and they are the characters in the world.

The three-episode TV series will soon be over.

"It's kind of nice."

Nian Shutong was the first to speak, and the filming was really good.

"Good man, Haha wants to learn the kung fu in it, will you know it?"

Everyone looked at Haha who was talking, Haha had already stood up, raised his head in a humble manner, and pinched his waist with his hands.

"I want to become a hero!"

"Okay! I support you."

Nian Shutong patted the table with special cooperation, then got up, and said solemnly to Haha: "Our Haha will become the number one hero."

If your children have ideals, of course they must support them.

Two people, one purely excited, one cooperation for unknown reasons.

Fu Yunhe took a look at the place where Nian Shutong was sitting just now, there was one jug, two jugs, three, four jugs.

The four wine jugs lay crooked on the ground.

Even if you are not drunk, you should be slightly drunk.

He had no choice but to stand up, take advantage of the situation and say to Haha: "Haha, it's good to be a hero, and you have to work hard tomorrow."

"Nian Shutong, I'll take you home."

Fu Yunhe was going to help Nian Shutong, but Nian Shutong's eyes were a little dazed and cute, and he tapped the tip of Fu Yunhe's nose mischievously.

"Beauty, I'm giving you a gift, you must see it clearly."

Fu Yunhe really didn't want the gift now, he was worried about Nian Shutong, but he saw a shadow flashing by, and Nian Shutong was already standing outside.

"Fu Yunhe, today I will teach you a set of marksmanship, look out!"

Nian Shutong is half drunk and half awake, half rational and half impulsive.

At this time, she was dressed in a white Chinese style, full of elegance.

The originally blurred eyes disappeared in an instant, and were replaced by domineering and unruly eyes.

"Gun here!"

A well-known green light appeared, but this time it turned into a gun.

Spear, king of soldiers,

The spear in Nian Shutong's hand was a tasselless spear, three meters long from the end to the tip.

At this time, she was holding one end of the green gun with one hand, and the other end had a sharp cold light, and pointed straight upward.

"Holding the root of the gun, the gun is very long."

Nian Shutong held the root of the gun with one hand, and stabbed straight out. The barrel of the gun was stretched straight, with endless strength, and the people next to him could clearly hear the strong wind brought by the gun.

With one action, Fu Yunhe took it seriously.

He knew that Nian Shutong was really teaching him.

Just because he said that he was good at guns.

At this time, Nian Shutong changed his movements again, turned over like a dragon, pulled the body of the gun, and stabbed out from the back.

"There are truths and falsehoods, and odd truths."

"Nothing is true, Qiqi is right."

Every sentence, Nian Shutong's movements did not stop.

Slashing the gun, collapsing the gun, sweeping the gun, setting the gun...

Every movement is strong and powerful, the gun is windy, gallant and heroic, full of domineering.

The king of soldiers is a perfect match for Nian Shutong.

"It advances sharply, it retreats quickly, its potential is dangerous, and its stature is short."

"Stand still like a mountain, move like thunder."

"boom---"

"Crash-"

With the last piercing shot, the creek on the opposite side was stirred up with a water curtain more than ten meters high, and then crashed down again.

The green light in Nian Shutong's hands flickered, and there was a jug of wine in her hand. She raised her head high, and the jug leaned out from above.

"happy!"

I don't know if it was because of the interest, but the green light in Nian Shutong's hand reappeared, this time it was a sword.

"Good wine goes with good poetry."

"Alright!"

Nian Shutong holds a sword in one hand and a flagon in the other.

The whole person leaped lightly on one knee, piercing the sky with a sword.

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning."

"Don't you see Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow."

Nian Shutong was drunk, and kept waving the sword in his hand, like a lonely boat in a stormy sea, laughing wildly and cutting off the flying waves with a single sword.

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"My talents are born to be useful, and all my gold is gone."

Free and easy poems, coupled with superb swordsmanship.

The most beautiful thing is the person dancing sword under the moon.

Fu Yunhe only felt his heart beating non-stop, as if it was only beating for that one person.

"Sing a song with Jun, please listen to me."

Nian Shutong's sword tip touched the ground, with one leg bent and the other straight, and he lay weightlessly on the hilt of the sword.

"Beauty, am I beautiful?"

(End of this chapter)