Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 77 The dog shook his head after hearing this
  "I saw a bridge. My grandparents on the other side of the bridge were waving to me. They smiled and said, it's not time yet, let me come back."

The Baotou man subconsciously said that his consciousness was not yet clear and he was still half asleep.

The same is true for the rest of the people.

“I saw an old woman standing in front of a big pot, handing out a bowl of soup to everyone who came forward.

That soup is very fragrant. I also want to go up and have a drink. As soon as he got closer, he was pushed away by a bald man with tattoos, and his movements were very rough. I fell to the ground and woke up in pain. "

The drinking girl was indignant and said, "That person is so rude."

"I saw a big black river. Both sides of the river were covered with red flowers, but the flowers on the other side were more colorful, and the flowers on my side were a little black.

There was a wooden boat on the river. I wanted to cross the river, but I couldn't afford it. The boatman rocked the boat away. As soon as I got anxious, I woke up. "

Mari Terahara felt disappointed and repeated, "The flowers opposite are really beautiful."

Lan and Sonoko's eyes were already moving, but they still looked dull, as if they were awake, but not fully awake. Let alone speak.

After a while, Kimura Tatsuya spoke, "I saw a city made of wild rocks. Huge stones and sky-piercing stone pillars were everywhere, all covered with green slime. Something was saying something in my ears."

He knocked his head, a look of pain appeared on his face, "I can't remember what you said."

Naihe Bridge, Meng Po Tang, Styx River Santuchuan Mandala Flower.

Are these people wandering around the gates of hell?
  So where did Kimura Tatsuya go?

Within the framework of Chinese mythology, is there such a place?

Forget it, he can go wherever he likes.

There are still two people who haven't woken up yet. This is what gives Lu Ren the biggest headache.

He fished it out with his backhand and grabbed Conan who was about to run away.

Then Lu Ren grabbed Conan by the back of his collar, just like grabbing the back of Maomao Destiny's neck, and lifted him in front of him.

The two looked at each other, and Lu Ren said calmly, "Tell me what is going on."

Among a group of psychos, there is one normal one. Even if this man is not the culprit, he definitely knows something.

"Uh, maybe. Maybe, probably." Conan hesitated, seeing Lu Ren's eyes becoming increasingly dangerous.

He said quickly, "I sang a song. But you can't blame me, they insisted on letting me sing."

Sing
  This group of people walked through the gates of hell.

Lu Ren clicked on his personal panel again and stared at Lucky who was in the cooling state.

He gradually understood everything.

All the gifts of fate have chips behind them.

It turned out to be the case.

He escaped Conan's singing voice, but the price was that his luck fell to the bottom in six hours.

I didn’t get any food and kept falling flat on the ground.

It's hard to say which one is worse. Lu Ren sighed, "I remember you trained in Hawaii for a while. Your football and reasoning skills were all trained there."

"Uh-huh."

"Then you haven't trained your singing skills? Is it because they don't teach you, or have you learned it yet?"

"Ah, this one"

"Forget it. I'll let you down now. You are responsible for waking up Lan and Yuanzi. If something happens to them, you will kneel on the washboard for me when you go back tonight. You are not allowed to get up if you have not knelt for six hours."

This.
  This level of punishment is somewhat based on personal emotions.

Lu Ren hadn't heard him sing, so why was he still so angry? And why six hours?
  Because his lucky number is six?

Conan thought of it in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Lu Ren was obviously angry, and no matter what he said, he would add fuel to the fire.

He still has this bit of vision.

When his feet touched the ground, Conan quickly ran to Lan and Sonoko. He shook off his shoes and jumped on the sofa.

He began to help the two of them by hammering their shoulders and gently massaging their foreheads. He also learned simple massage in Hawaii.

It can relax muscles and activate blood circulation and relieve headaches.

Conan felt that Lu Ren would have to do this to wake up Lan and Yuanzi.

He doesn't look very good either.

Just one minute, two minutes, five minutes passed.

The two of them still had no reaction.    His method should be useful. How?

Alas, Lu Ren lifted Conan up again and whispered softly in Lan and Yuanzi's ears, "If you don't wake up, Conan will sing the second song."

"do not want!"

The two of them woke up like a dream.

Lan looked at Conan, whose legs were dangling in the air and Lu Renti was holding him in his hands.

Her consciousness gradually became clearer, and she smiled against her will, "Conan, you sing quite well."

Gee.

That’s all. People safe is good.

Lu Ren stuffed Conan into Lan's arms.

He took off his coat and put it on the back of the sofa, then sat on the edge of the sofa. "Is there anything to eat?"

"Brother Ren, didn't you go out to eat? And" Yuanzi noticed something strange about Lu Ren. Did he fall into the water?

"There was an accident on the way, so don't mention it." Lu Ren waved his hand, looked at the orchestra, and repeated, "Is there anything to eat?"

Lu Ren is very hungry now.

He didn't hate being hungry, but he didn't want to look back on it either.

There is a past incident involved here.

Face is a very strange thing. When he was in college, Lu Ren calmly applied for poverty subsidies.

That money has to go somewhere, so why not give it to him so that he can sign up for more classes, buy more books, and learn more skills.

Tutoring classes are very expensive, and work-study programs don’t pay enough.

Make plans for the future. The four-year tuition for the university depends entirely on student loans, which are interest-free during the four years of study and must be paid off within ten years after graduation.

Lu Ren would firmly believe that he could look like a human being, but who could say for sure in reality?
  What if he suddenly passes away too?
  Learn the skills as early as possible, and you will be relaxed early.

With this idea in mind, Lu Ren applied for all the scholarships he could apply for, and made his case in front of the whole class over and over again.

To apply for poverty scholarships, you have to prove to everyone that you are really poor.

If you want money, you have to talk and throw your face to the ground again and again.

From that moment on, Lu Ren realized that he was shameless, very shameless.

There was a poverty subsidy window in the corner of the university cafeteria at that time. There were red letters on a white background on the glass window, which was very eye-catching - Poverty Meal.

Behind the window is an aunt with half-white hair. She is relatively lively and looks very friendly with a smile.

Her dishes are sparse.

Stir-fried bean sprouts for one dollar.

Stir-fried Chinese cabbage for two yuan.

Sometimes there are chunks of winter melon. Whatever is cheap sells.

Auntie will fill a big plate for everyone who comes to get food, and her hands never shake.

Two yuan for four white steamed buns, another three yuan for a large plate of vegetables, and a free bowl of egg drop soup.

Just a full meal.

Students in the class often go there to buy food. They are tired of eating meat and vegetables, or they are simply curious and want to try what a poor meal is like.

Lu Ren didn't know what it felt like.

He never went to that window.

Therefore, face is really a very strange thing. He can be shameless in front of everyone, but when he is alone, he stubbornly refuses to go to the poverty meal.

Even if the price is hunger, I don’t know how many meals it takes to be full.

"It's a bit slow. I'll hurry up. Please wait a moment."

Terahara Mari got up and left in a hurry. The look in the eyes of the young man in front of her made her feel scared.

Like a hungry wolf, wanting to tear everything up.

　It seems that Qidian’s current recommendation is to look at the follow-up data. The evening update seems to be a bit of a disadvantage?
  　　Today I started moving to the morning.

(End of this chapter)