Legendary American Tycoon

After waiting for a long time, neither White nor Iverson received a letter from each other. Just when they thought Maria was so angry that she was about to give up, the computer gave a prompt with a "dingdong".

White stopped the samba dance and sat on a chair.

Iverson asked: "Why do you dance the passionate dance of Brazil?"

White said without looking back: "The World Cup taught me."

Iverson laughed hahaha.

Many people think that Lao Mei does not like to watch football, but it is only for a part of it. For example, White’s roommate is a fan of football. It's just because of the lack of publicity that it seems less popular than rugby and basketball. Like the Los Angeles Galaxy Club, which is now on the rise, the future will be very bright.

If there are enough funds to invest in these clubs to allow the broadcast of major professional football leagues to rise, it will not be impossible to enter the four major sports professional leagues in the future. But this is difficult and arduous. Among so many bigwigs, no one has thought about it and implemented it.

Without much gossip, White's attention returned to Maria's private message. Judging from the current situation, White’s “photos”—in fact, they didn’t exist, they were just frightening and frightening—made Maria a great threat.

I don't know whether it is out of self-esteem or face, Maria didn't discuss it with others. But originally wanted to rely on his own strength to allow White to retreat. What she didn't even expect was that White's courage was so fat. Not only did she turn a blind eye to her warning, she also threatened her.

Maria had no choice, so she had to say: "Well, I promise you. But I warn you again, and I will make an early warning call in advance. If you have any wrongdoing, the protector I entrusted will be the first Time to find you."

"Improper behavior..." White looked at Iverson.

"Who would have that kind of thought to her? I'm speechless." Iverson said, "This Mary really considers herself a Virgin Mary, too narcissistic."

White nodded solemnly, agreeing.

"Or hurry up and steal her picture, so you can see what is she such precious information..."

Iverson still remembers this.

...

The reason for choosing eight o'clock in the evening has already been mentioned, so I won't repeat it here. In the computer room on the Stanford campus, White and Iverson waited patiently until a quarter of eight o'clock before they slowly walked out of the computer room.

Before that, they had already called Evelyn in the apartment. The purpose of their call is not to inform Evelyn, but to hope Evelyn can make a supper for the evening before they go back so that they can have a full meal.

White and Iverson walked all the way from the teaching building to the downstairs of the seventh dormitory building. There is a winding path here, and the dark sky reflects the cobblestone path paled by street lights. White and Iverson walked there for a while, then turned straight into the small forest behind the dormitory building.

The small forest also leans against the lake, and the breeze from the lake brings a lot of coolness.

They talked to Maria. After Maria came, she had to learn how to "bark" the puppy before White and Iverson appeared from the darkness.

White and Iverson couldn't wait to see the girl born by the noble celebrity, putting down her posture to learn how to bark.

When White thought of the fictitious reports in the newspapers, he felt more and more that he must teach these young girls who opened their mouths and kept babbling a lesson. Maria is one of the gunbirds. White worked **** her, and it could be regarded as slaughter.

White and Iverson sat down on a long chair behind a hidden bush.

Iverson whispered: "What if she doesn't come? We just let them go like this?"

auzw.com White said: "Maria won't. She made it clear in the private message that she will come, and she will be alone."

"It really doesn't work, just ps. When I was in the computer department, I was quite interested in this program beautification."

"PS synthesis? That's easy to see. As long as you reduce the saturation and decompose the layer particles, you can quickly distinguish between true and false." White shook his head, "PS synthesis doesn't work, and it doesn't need to."

As they talked, the sound of footsteps came slowly. The pale white light of a cluster of flashlights shone from behind the layers of tree leaves. Vaguely, a tall figure came over.

The conversation between White and Iverson came to an abrupt end, and he watched with bated breath as the girl in a beige blouse approached from the outside with the little plush trousers underneath.

"Can you see the color of her hair?"

"Yellow...yellow?" White said, "The skin is so pale."

"It's not cold in her winter clothes?"

"It's over if it looks good," White said understandingly. "Be polite, not warm."

Iverson gave admiringly thumbs up again and again for the "golden sentences" that White said from time to time.

They watched carefully for a while. Iverson asked in a low voice, "No one seems to be following her. Did you see that, White?"

"I didn't see anyone coming," White said, "still a trustworthy person."

"But the ones she posted in private messages are simply too personal. If she can correct that stinking problem, maybe I will include her in my January 2004 pursuit list."

Iverson was talking nonsense seriously.

Maria stopped at the agreed position. It is a circular position surrounded by bushes on all sides. Maria swayed about twice in this field.

When her dazzling flashlight shot in a 360-degree rotation and almost hit the corner of White and Iverson, White Iverson both slanted at the same time to avoid the unexpected blast.

Maria turned around and couldn't see anyone, so her idea of ​​preemptive action was dispelled. I was thinking angrily that the other party was really cautious enough not to give her any loopholes.

In this case, there is no way. Had to follow the set they had said before.

Maria dropped her hand, and the light of the flashlight disappeared in the Hessian woods. Instead, there was a mottled halo on the concrete floor, illuminated by the white light of the flashlight.

Maria raised her breath, as if embarrassed, she covered both ears and shouted: "Wow, wow."

A bark of Maria’s puppy echoed in the grove.

There was another silence.

White's voice rang.

"I regret not taking the telescope."

"And I didn't hear her very much. I suspected something was wrong with my ears."

White stood up: "We should pass now."