Vulgar Master

In the afternoon, the junior girls dormitory.

Ran Qiuran was lying on the yoga mat, using his mobile phone to return various information about work and study, while carrying his two big white legs to do the waist and abdomen exercise by pedaling in the air.

A good figure comes from self-discipline and physical management. Work and study are always the norm in life. Ran Qiuran, the introverted king, strives to improve himself in all directions all the time.

The best friend was sitting upside down with a chair, her elbows on the back of the chair, and Ran Qiuran, who was eating while watching the exercise while eating a bag of potato chips, said:

"Sister, you're still practicing. Take a break. Didn't you just finish your practice in the morning, you won't gain two pounds of meat with one meal."

Ran Qiuran glanced at her, You Qi looked at the potato chips in her hand, her throat moved, and she held back.

She used her mobile phone to distract her attention, to see if the video uploaded by the dubbing yesterday passed the review, to see how the video revenue this month was, and then said:

"Who got a pimple on his nose last week and howled in the toilet at night swearing that he would never touch fried food for two months."

The best friend shook her hand holding the potato chips, licked the potato chip scum at the corner of her mouth, and quibble with lack of confidence: "Shh... This is called puffed food."

"Oh, a woman who deceives herself."

"Sinai! You poisonous Qiuqiu!"

The best friend was so angry that she stretched out her little oily hand to wipe Ran Qiuran's face, but she couldn't succeed and was caught by the backhand.

"Practice! Practice! Practice every day! It's not cheap after practice!"

"You don't care, it's not cheap for you anyway."

"Don't sleep too hard at night, wait for me to get into your bed."

"Dead girl address book, open it."

The daily life in the girls' dormitory was noisy, and the best friends suddenly remembered and asked:

"Hey, I met you in the cafeteria at noon today. That clerk in your department is called... that little boy from Zhou Bawa."

Ran Qiuran was lying on the yoga mat and holding her mobile phone to return to the message processing work. When she heard her best friend suddenly mention Zhou Bawa, her hands moved for a while, and her eyes instantly became alert.

"What are you doing?"

"It's okay to ask, it's cute, do you have his WeChat?"

"It's really scary for a grasshopper girl to collect flavors."

"We just like young pups, no way."

"Hey, why are you staring at him? That person is very boring. He is usually bored and doesn't like to talk. He is boring and boring."

What Ran Qiuran said about Zhou Bawa was useless.

"Can such a boring person join your outreach? Your character who can't tolerate sand in your eyes didn't let him go?"

The best friend stared curiously with wide eyes, one sentence grabbed the key point, and silenced Ran Qiuran.

"…"

"Sister, talk to me."

"He's still capable of doing things."

"That's not it. I like this kind of honest, down-to-earth, and secure. The more you talk about it, the more interested I am. You can give me his WeChat."

The master made a move, pressing it step by step.

Ran Qiuran was anxious.

"What, what have you been ranting about recently, you're thinking about a man, you're looking for a boyfriend, you're a schoolboy, a second-generation scholar, from our school, from a college in this city, who do you think you've got your eyes on, I'm Ran Qiuran In the circle of contacts, there is nothing you can’t ask for.”

"Why do I want those? I'll just ask the little brother's WeChat account. It's not troublesome. If you give it to me, it's over."

"no!"

"why not?"

"I'm here for your own good."

"Oh…"

The girlfriend held a long tone in her mouth, raised her eyebrows, and glanced at Ran Qiuran, who was pretending to look at the phone and actually kicked her legs slowly without knowing it. She showed her the screen of her phone and said:

"But he just added me on WeChat?"

Snapped! The sound of the phone hitting the face.

Ran Qiuran was lying down, holding the phone in front of her. As soon as her best friend said something, she shuddered in fright. The phone fell down without holding it firmly, and slapped her face hard.

As soon as the nose was sour, the nosebleed came down.

"Sister, your nose is bleeding..."

"Why did he add you!"

Ran Qiuran didn't care about the nosebleed at all, just like a cat whose tail was stepped on, she sat up suddenly and shouted.

The best friend was startled. She originally wanted to tease Ran Qiuran, but she didn't expect it to be so **** and scary, so she quickly pointed to a sentence sent by Bawa on her mobile phone last week.

"He said let me pay more attention to you recently, be careful..."

Halfway through her words, her best friend suddenly widened her eyes in astonishment and pointed at Ran Qiuran, who was bleeding from her nose.

"Be careful, the disaster of blood light."

…

In the evening, half past eight.

Zhou Bawa went to the office of the External Relations Department on time for a meeting, and when she walked to the door of the office, she bumped into Ran Qiuran.

Zhou Bawa looked at Ran Qiuran, who was stuffed with paper in his nose to block the nosebleed, and suddenly realized, with a face of surprise and excitement:

"Sure enough! The disaster of blood light!"

Zhou Bawa was actually happy that he had guessed the effect of the Qi technique correctly, but his performance, for the moment, was a little disrespectful.

Schadenfreude, right? Are you happy?

Ran Qiuran's teeth were about to be bitten, but other colleagues in the External Relations Department came. She had to maintain her image as a minister.

Waiting for a few minutes for the people from the External Relations Department to arrive for a meeting.

As the minister, Ran Qiuran talked about the recent tasks.

Isn't it October, in the new school year, the freshmen have finished their military training and officially entered the campus. According to the practice of previous years, there will be a welcome meeting for freshmen.

Orientation meetings are not complicated, they are just putting up a stage at the university student activity center to perform performances or something, and other departments of the student union are also responsible for these, and the main task of their external liaison department is to attract sponsorship, and solve the expenses and money problems of the orientation meeting.

Renting a sound stage, giving small gifts, and performing costumes and props all need money. Schools generally don’t have this money. If you want to play, you have to rely on student organizations to raise funds.

To make money, this is what the External Relations Department does.

Ran Qiuran assigned the tasks to the officers, mainly to communicate with some businesses, and exchanged advertisements for sponsorship fees or some small gifts of materials.

The tasks were assigned one by one, and finally at Zhou Bawa, Ran Qiuran didn't even look at him.

"You don't know how to speak, so I won't assign tasks to you alone. Are you okay this weekend? I just happened to go out with me to meet a sponsor and have a meal."

Zhou Bawa looked at Ran Qiuran, opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something, but Ran Qiuran naturally noticed, thinking he was going to refuse, frowned, and preemptively attacked:

"If you have something to do, you have to let it go. You have to spare the weekend. This is the job of the student union, understand."

Ran Qiuran acted like an unreasonable leader, taking advantage of his power to let his subordinates work overtime on the weekends, and the old workplace was bullying.

But Zhou Bawa didn't really want to say this. He scratched his head and could only speak directly to this Minister Ran. He pointed to Ran Qiuran's nose and said:

"I meant to say, your nosebleed came out again."

"…"

In the Office of the External Relations Department, so many officers watched, and the scene was once very embarrassing.

Anyway, that's about all the affairs of the External Relations Department today.

Some people may be impressed enough to leave a psychological shadow, but for Zhou Bawa, he was just here to fish and didn't take it seriously.

After the meeting was over, I hurried back to the dormitory in the evening, went to bed early and got up early, and woke up the next day. The impatient "The World" started, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com played a game.

The magical Kitchen King pendant and Qi Qi make Zhou Bawa very addicted to this game now.

"You open your eyes, the sun shines on the corpse, and the earth is a beautiful day full of chaos and strife."

"After 16 hours of rest and rectification, you feel full of energy and regain your peak state. The ambitious future master of the world will start his journey again. I don't know where he will die this time."

Pinch Ma Ma Di, can you give me another copywriting bag?

Zhou Bawa played while scolding trash games.

"However, you who have experienced several setbacks in death have gained some lessons and experience and become more careful."

"Before leaving this time, your carefulness made you notice some anomalies in the ruined temple."

"There is a small shrine in the ruined temple that glows."

Um? Zhou Bawa looked at this line of words, and combined with his experience of killing the opening yesterday, he guessed whether this was a necessary process.

He may have to experience death at the beginning, or in other words, he must return to this temple, rest and rectify for a night, and then trigger the "discovery of the niche" plot?

These are just guesses, and Zhou Bawa can't verify it either. After all, this word game mode greatly limits his view of the world from which he can observe the mundane world.

He can only use pieces of information to piece together the world.

"You walked to the small luminous niche, did you squat down and observe?"

Zhou Bawa chose "Yes", and at the same time, I was poisoned by this malicious game and developed paranoia. I won't be bitten to death by a passing yellow man in the next second, right?

"You squat down and look at the small luminous niche."

"You found it, a gift from the altar master."

…