Hu Qiang's Decision

When the writer Xiaohei just said the beginning with a melancholy face, he stopped talking, and the background sound of "It's Raining" suddenly started to sound around him, everyone had different expressions.

"Curry?" Hu Yifei turned to look at the curry paste.

"It's not me, it's not me!" Curry Sauce hurriedly shook his hands, "It's really not me!"

"Lele?" Jin Ruoyu frowned and looked at Sha Lele.

"It's not me, it's not me!" Sha Lele also shook his hands, "I didn't do it!"

"Murphy?" Pang Xiaobai frowned and looked at Ouyang Murphy.

Ouyang Murphy shrugged: "What are you looking at me for? Such an old-fashioned song obviously doesn't fit my style. Besides, it's not time for me to appear on stage. Why should I play this?"

"Who released that?" Zeng Xiaoxian asked with a frown.

"It's me!" Writer Hei suddenly raised his hand, "Brother!"

Immediately afterwards, the writer-type Xiao Hei lowered his head, pushed his glasses, and then raised his head amidst the sound of music: "Maybe because this song fits the situation at that time, so my...brother played this song temporarily. Song, let's set off the atmosphere, let everyone quickly enter the play in the atmosphere of music, this is also for everyone's benefit."

"Yifei, don't stop me!" Zeng Xiaoxian roared suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, Zeng Xiaoxian clenched his fists and yelled "Ah" and "Ah" at the writer Xiaohei twice, and then yelled loudly:
"Don't let anyone stop me today! I'm going to explode! I'm going to beat... him to death!"

After shouting for a long time, Zeng Xiaoxian didn't rush over, but just stood there with his hands clenched and kept shouting.

Soon, Zeng Xiaoxian frowned, stopped shouting, looked at Hu Yifei and said, "Why didn't you stop me?"

Hu Yifei shrugged: "You said, let me not stop you?"

"I..." Zeng Xiaoxian blinked, then whispered, "I just said that, how can you really not stop me?"

Immediately afterwards, Zeng Xiaoxian looked at Lu Ziqiao: "Zi Qiao, why didn't you stop me? What if I really rushed out and really injured and disabled him?"

Lu Ziqiao, who was eating melon seeds, calmly spat out a mouthful of melon seed skins, then raised her head and said, "Don't let anyone stop you, my friends, how can I not listen?"

"You, you..." Zeng Xiaoxian was embarrassed and speechless for a while.

It rains all the time!

The atmosphere is not harmonious!

……

The background singing continued.

"Trash!" Hu Yifei suddenly complained to Zeng Xiaoxian with a straight face, "Look at me!"

After finishing speaking, Hu Yifei suddenly grabbed two plates full of snacks on the table, poured the snacks on the table casually, and then said loudly, "Hey! Ha!"

Following Hu Yifei's two loud shouts, the two plates in her hand were also thrown out, and then accurately hit a speaker on both sides of the carpet.

In the sound of two "pops" and "pops", the two wooden speakers all fell to the ground, and then the background sound of "It's Always Raining" that was playing stopped abruptly.

Seeing that the speaker was overturned by herself, Hu Yifei clapped her hands, nodded, and showed a relieved smile.

"Nani?" Hu Qiang, who was eating frosted peanuts on a plate, couldn't help but ask, "What is this? A flick? Or Gale Shuriken?"

"No!" Chen Meijia next to her immediately explained, "This is Yifei's new profound meaning - the hands of violent anger!"

"Ah?" Hu Qiang was stunned for a while, "The plate in the hands of Fury?"

Chen Meijia squinted her eyes and nodded: "In simple terms, this trick is to throw the plate casually, throwing the plate out to hit people and things.

The accuracy and power of the plate mainly depend on Yifei's anger value.

The higher the anger value, the higher the accuracy and the greater the power, understand? "

Hu Qiang looked at Hu Yifei and nodded, "Sikuyi! As expected of Hu Yifei! This has reached the realm of a killer move, it's terrible!"

Chen Meijia also nodded: "That is, she is Yifei!"

Soon, Chen Meijia came to her senses, turned her head to look at Hu Qiang and said, "Hey, why are you here?"

Hu Qiang shrugged his shoulders: "Didn't people say that I'm just an understudy, and judging by the current situation, it's obviously not my role. I'm hungry again, why don't you hurry up and have something to eat? Otherwise, turn around and wait." When it's my turn to play, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up."

"Ah, that's true." Chen Meijia nodded, and then picked up a plate of small cakes, "Come on, eat this, don't eat peanuts! This is our pineapple brand meal replacement cake. Fat, try it."

"Thank you." Hu Qiang nodded and took it with a smile.

"You're welcome." Chen Meijia also nodded with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Meijia asked Hu Qiang: "By the way, who are you?"

Hu Qiang paused, then continued to eat the cake while saying: "You really asked me this question.

I thought I knew who I was, but now it seems that I don't really know who I am, so I'm afraid I have to read on to know who I am. "

Chen Meijia blinked and didn't understand at all, but soon she stopped thinking about it and continued to ask: "Are you not worried at all?"

"What are you worried about? And I'm worried about something useful?" Hu Qiang continued eating the cake and said, "Haven't you found out, now is not the time for me to decide.

So, I'd better continue to watch the play on the sidelines, and when it's my turn to play later, I'll adapt to the situation, or what else can I do? "

"It makes sense!" Chen Meijia nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Hu Yifei looked at the dumbfounded writer Xiao Hei again, and said with a straight face:

"I'm giving you one last chance to rephrase!

Xiao Hei, don't blame me for not warning you in advance!

If you still dare to play tricks and talk about it with me, you don’t need to talk about it, go back to the hospital and tell the doctor! "

Speaking of this, Hu Yifei picked up a plate again, and started aiming at the top of the writing type Xiao Hei, obviously intending to use her new esoteric technique again - the plate in the hands of violent anger!

"Stop, stop!" Writer Xiao Hei quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Don't slap your face! I said, I said it's okay?"

Only then did Hu Yifei put down the plate: "Speak humanly, don't pretend to be serious and play art with me again. Once again, I promise you, but my hands don't promise you!"

Only then did the writer Xiao Hei let go of his hand, and said, "Okay, okay, I'll say it, I'll say it!
In fact, one day about two months ago, I suddenly lost my mind, so I went for a walk in the community park, preparing to change my mind and think about life.

I remember that day, the sky was gloomy and it was raining lightly..."

"Cough!" Hu Yifei picked up the plate again.

"It's here, it's here!" Writer Hei quickly waved his hand at Hu Yifei, "Put down the plate, I'm afraid!"

After Hu Yifei put down the plate, the writer Xiao Hei let out another breath, and said with lingering fear: "You actually activated the plate throwing skill? It's just... well, don't get excited, I'll get to the point!

Anyway, I went out for a walk that day, and then I ran into Zhang Wei! "

"You met Zhang Wei?" Zhuge Dali couldn't help asking, "Really?"

"It's true." Writer Xiao Hei nodded, "The real Zhang Wei!"

"Keep talking!" Hu Yifei said with a straight face while holding the plate.

Writer Xiao Hei pushed his glasses again, and continued: "After I met Zhang Wei, I saw that he was out of his mind, and he didn't open an umbrella when it rained, so he just sat on the bench and drenched in the rain. It was very strange.

I thought he was also Cavin like me, so I wanted to go over and have a chat and exchange with each other about life insights after Cavin.

Originally, I didn't think he would really say anything to me, thinking that after I took the initiative to talk to him, he would walk away soon.

That's good, at least he can take the initiative to find a place to shelter from the rain, so as to save him from catching a cold.

Who knows, but he really told me a lot on the bench in the drizzle... his confusion and troubles. "

"Confusion and trouble?" Hu Yifei frowned, "What confusion and trouble?" (End of this chapter)