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"Look, she just grew up with me, but she is so disrespectful to me. Even though I am the president and the boss, she pinches my ears in public!

"Then think about it, if some unlucky guy marries her, how good will his married life be?

“It’s certain that the tigress roars like a lion in Hedong every day, the grown man’s family status is low and he cowers, and he has no face at home and outside. Maybe even the money to buy cigarettes is strictly controlled, and he can’t even spend AA money to eat late night snacks with his brothers!

"Then, look at her, at the age of 25, she still imitates little girls and wears Lolita, pretending to be young and dressing herself up to be cute...

"You think she likes it?

"I do like her, but also because she is AA!

"You have just grown up, so you may not understand what 'cuteness is worthless in front of sexiness' means. You will understand it all in a few years.

"Big breasts are justice! Cup size is the truth! I can't afford A!"

"No man would want to find a girlfriend who looks more like a man than him when he takes off his clothes, right?"

Song Ze was talking to Tang Ping, and the more he talked, the more excited he became. The more he talked, the more he couldn't stop, and he poured hurt on Yan Yao's pain points!

Tang Ping: "..."

He glanced at Yan Yao quietly.

The editor-in-chief's face was as dark as Cinderella's.

The way she looked at Song Ze was as dark as a killer looking at a dead person.

Tang Ping couldn't help but whispered: "Brother, in public."

Discussing this kind of male-female matter loudly in public...

Several people who were close looked over.

"Uh-huh, yes, in public."

Song Ze coughed twice and lowered his voice:

"Anyway, remember to look for a girlfriend with big breasts. You will know after you try the facial cleanser."

After he finished speaking, he winked at Tang Ping with an expression that said, "We are men, we understand."

Tang Ping lowered his head to drink milk tea and did not dare to answer.

"Are you done?" Yan Yao said coldly.

"That's it." Song Ze straightened up.

"Because the external body denies people, instead of looking at the inner spirit, it is vulgar."

Yan Yao took a long sip of latte with a stir stick, stood up and said:

"Go get in line."

Tang Ping stood up with relief and followed Yan Yao.

It was terrible, the atmosphere just now.

It was scary and embarrassing, and I wished I was just a passerby.

That way, I can listen to the conversation with a playful smile.

After all, it's none of your business, hang on high.

but……

Are big breasts really that good?

Tang Ping, an innocent young man, is ignorant.

……

Today is a special day. There are long queues in various haunted houses and escape rooms. Even if you make a reservation in advance or use the VIP channel, you have to wait for a while.

Some haunted houses adopt a number plate strategy. Visitors receive their number first and then move around freely. When the number is about to be called and are notified, they return to the haunted house and enjoy playing immediately.

The benefits of this are obvious and it greatly facilitates tourists. The disadvantage is that the queues are relatively short. At first glance, the business is far less than that of the long queues of friends.

Yan Yao's travel strategy is to gather first, then get the number, and then eat.

Eat, wait in short lines, enter the haunted house, come out.

But with such a process, most of the afternoon was over.

During the break in the escape room, go to the cat cafe and play with the cats. You can use blue and coal-digging Ragdolls to soothe your soul that was hurt in the haunted house.

Tang Ping, who fell into the gentle land of cats, recalled the "avalanche-like start" when they first met, as if it was just an illusion.

What, I thought the next activities would be explosive.

It turns out that it can still be done very normally.

"None of the three of us are afraid of ghosts." Song Ze said while petting the cat.

He felt regretful. He originally thought that if Tang Ping was afraid of ghosts, he would protect him with his big hand and say, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

"Indeed." Tang Ping also felt regretful.

Song Ze stood forward.

People are not afraid of ghosts yet, ghosts are afraid of people first.

As a result, he had no experience in the haunted house.

Of course, the most important thing is that there is no peach plot of the legendary haunted house.

"Right, having said that."

Song Ze suddenly remembered:

"Tang Ping, which major do you major in?"

Chapter 53: Adjust well and wait for your return

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Hearing Song Ze's question, Tang Ping almost blurted out his expertise in his previous life.

Fortunately, I reacted in time and remembered that I was only a senior in high school now.

"I haven't chosen a major yet, do you have any recommendations?" he asked.

"Nothing recommended, but first of all, I don't recommend news..." Song Ze said subconsciously.

As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller.

He closed his mouth, widened his eyes, and looked at Tang Ping, who was holding the cat in his arms, along with Yan Yao.

"What did you just say??"

"What do you recommend?"

"The first half of the sentence."

"I haven't chosen a major yet."

Boom!

In an instant, Song Ze and Yan Yao felt like five thunders struck their heads, causing their brains to go blank.

How could a college student not choose a major if he didn’t choose a major?

unless, unless...

Yan Yao's hand stroking the cat's tail couldn't help but tremble.

Unless Tang Ping is not a college student at all!

She swallowed her saliva, held on to the last glimmer of hope, and asked cautiously:

"You... dropped out of high school?"

This is possible. Indeed, many people do not continue studying after high school.

However, Tang Ping looked at her strangely and shook his head in denial:

"How is it possible? The college entrance examination is coming soon, why can't I think about dropping out of school?

"Then my three years of study have been in vain?"

"You, are you a senior in high school?" Song Ze lost his composure and stammered.

"Ang? What else?" Tang Ping's eyes on the two of them became even more strange.

What's wrong with these two people? From the day I saw his ID card, shouldn't I know that he is a senior in high school?

Based on the year, it’s just right.

He also told Yan Yao many times that he would have classes from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m.

Why does it seem like I just discovered it?

"You, you're not a college student?" Song Ze repeated dryly and meaninglessly.

Perhaps this kind of repetition is just to make my heart gradually believe this impactful fact.

"It will be soon," Tang Ping said, understanding, "Wait, you can't be..."

"We always thought you were a college student." Yan Yao pressed her heart, feeling that she needed a quick-acting heart-saving pill.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Song Ze muttered.

He pushed the cat aside and asked urgently and in disbelief: "If you are a senior in high school, shouldn't you be studying seriously today? How could you come out to play!"

"What you said was not because you invited me?

"School is not a prison. It's just a matter of asking for leave when you get out."

Tang Ping said matter-of-factly.

Ever since he was mistakenly thought to commit suicide by his class teacher that day, he has enjoyed a life that can be said to be meticulous -

Even if I go to the toilet to avoid running, I will be picked out by the class teacher every day and run around in circles.

But there may be an advantage, that is, he asked for today's leave yesterday. After being silent for a while, the head teacher readily gave him a day's leave without saying anything.

Seeing Yan Yao and Song Ze still looked in disbelief.

Tang Ping was completely confused:

"No, I'm a senior in high school, not a college student. What's the matter with the difference of less than five months? Why do you think it's like you're dead?"

"No, it's not... wait... let me slow down." Song Ze hesitated several times, lowered his head and pressed his temples, closed his eyes and fell into silence.

Yan Yao hugged the Maine Coon cat tightly in her arms with a very complicated expression.

"You're really not joking, are you?" She made final confirmation.

If Tang Ping is really not a college student, but a high school student...

From feed start to now, mid-March to mid-April.

In more than a month, he wrote "The Emperor's New Clothes", "Cinderella" and "Snow White Trio" in the finished draft alone.

Behind so many manuscripts is more long writing time, and immeasurable energy and thinking.

How could Tang Ping, a high school senior who was sprinting for a hundred days, have so much free time?

He must have spent a lot of review time writing fairy tales!

If you don’t study hard at the last and most critical time of your senior year of high school and focus on writing fairy tales, how can you do this? You will not be able to get into a good university!

After the incident is exposed, will their society not only be charged with stealing manuscripts and unwritten rules, but also be charged with "delaying students' college entrance examinations"?

And because Tang Ping was addicted to writing fairy tales for a long time, he failed to get into a good university. If he runs out of inspiration and falls into mediocrity in the future, will he regret this period of putting the cart before the horse?

Just thinking about it, Yan Yao shuddered at Tang Ping's future and the future of the magazine.

"I think there is no need to joke about this kind of thing." Tang Ping spread his hands.

silence.

Speechless.

silence.

The chatter of the surrounding customers and the sound of kittens squealing were like air.