Living with a Teacher: The Merry Student

Bai Yuncanggou, thousands of miles at a loss. [Source of this book] The Yanmen Pass under the bright sun is bright and brilliant, and tunnels tens of miles deep run through it.An air-conditioned train roared past, and the sound of its whistle startled a flock of wild geese.

Train t7808, from Yuncheng to Youzhou, has a total length of [-] kilometers and takes eight hours.It is a rare express train on the Youyun Railway.

Brand-new and clean blue-green railway seat covers, full-featured and comfortable cushions, and cool and comfortable train air conditioners.In such an elegant and elegant environment, there are many literary and artistic youths.

A man by the corner is holding a blue thread-bound classic book in his hand, wearing a gray and black half-worn Chinese tunic suit, stepping on a clean layered bottom, with his index finger and middle finger close together, constantly gesticulating various sword formulas, as if possessed by a demon .

After a while, I saw him exhale slowly, put down the thread-bound book gently, with a calm expression, raised his slender fingers, and gently picked up the biscuit on the table and put it in his mouth. [

The beauty on the opposite side pouted, this "magic stick" had already eaten his biscuit for the third time.

The thread-bound book was picked up again, with four large characters "Tathagata God's Palm" written on the cover, and three small characters "Hardcover Edition" below.

"How can there be such a miracle in the world..."

Zhuo Yifan suddenly sighed, his expression was melancholy and deep.

Zhuo Yifan, 25 years old at the time, accomplishes everything and does nothing.Occasionally rely on cheating to earn some living expenses, such as crushing boulders on the chest, such as Feng Shui to find graves, such as fortune-telling and word testing.Sometimes I have the idea of ​​saving the world for the people, but I seldom put it into action.This trip to Youzhou is mainly to enjoy life, study and ask for directions.

Zhuo Yifan was about to reach out for the biscuit again, but the beauty couldn't help it anymore, she raised her nose and said, "Are you trying to save the universe?!"

"Girl, do you read too many fantasy novels? Although I am a master of martial arts, I am not so arrogant that I want to save the universe."

Zhuo Yifan ignored the same stares around him, took out a few thumb-sized green apples from his pocket, bent down and wiped them on his insteps, and ate them with relish.Then he took out "Tathagata God's Palm" and continued to study it.

The bustle stopped, and the carriage returned to silence.The only person who didn't look up was a thin black middle-aged man on Zhuo Yifan's left seat. He was wearing a blue shabby overalls full of cement blocks, which looked very abrupt on this relatively high-end train. Everyone in the same seat consciously stayed away from him.

Amidst the ups and downs of the train, the migrant worker's breathing seemed to become heavy.

"Robbery..."

The slightly trembling shout seemed lacking in confidence, and then the migrant worker stood up suddenly, and took out a worn-out five-shot self-made pistol with peeling paint from his butt pocket.

"Haha..." Seeing the extremely old and rusty pistol in the carriage, he thought he was joking, and immediately burst out laughing.

"I can't live these days. Why do you rich people bully us poor people? Why do you ride in such a good car? Why don't you give me a few months' wages to move bricks..." Gangster, a migrant worker At first, he was still a little calm, and then he began to sob continuously.

The passengers stopped laughing, seeing that it was true.And the gun in the migrant worker's hand also seemed to exude a sinister smell.At this moment, a man in a suit next to him suddenly threw a beer bottle at the migrant worker.