Ma Guodong was not willing to be outdone and stuttered: "Yes, yes, when I looked back on the court and looked at the beautiful figure of 20?? Liu's squad leader Liu suddenly jumped more than two meters high on the ground, blocking the archaeological team's slam dunk that Pang Yuhan was almost certain to enter."

Liu Xiyue cut: "Ma Guodong, you are just a substitute who has not played. Who are you blocking? You don't even make a draft for bragging."

Amid the laughter of everyone, Ma Guodong sat back in his original position, his face swelling into pig's liver.

"Ma Guodong, you didn't play for a minute and drank six cans of red cow drinks sent by others, and they also said to cover them?" someone shouted.

Ma Guodong said: "Is it okay to drink only five cans?"

For the first time, a group of otakus had a dinner with the girls in this class in such a harmonious atmosphere, and they were all excited and scrambled to show off. Everyone turned into a master of humor, teasing this one and teasing that one, and making fun of each other.

The competition was too tiring, and everyone had not recovered their energy, and they had obviously not drunk enough. They only drank a few drinks and said to each other and returned to their fun. When they returned to the dormitory, they remembered that no one had sex at the table, and everyone was chatting and fucking.

Song Baojun took a shower and lay back on the bed, lit up the desk lamp, and picked up the worn-out "On the Causes and Treatment of Schizoidal Personality" and read from the last progress.

Tan Qingkai and his friends were still in a state of great enthusiasm. Seeing that Brother Jun returned to bed to rest, he was embarrassed to quarrel, so he moved to the dormitory next door to continue bragging.

Turning to the next page, the beautiful fonts of the original book owner that blend sharp and round styles appeared before his eyes.

It reads: "The connection between the body and the spirit is everywhere. Sometimes I think the two are irrelevant. Sometimes my body tells me that he also has memories. Stimulating the body's senses can even affect thinking, such as pain and pleasure."

Seeing this, Song Baojun suddenly felt deeply that he had a deep understanding because there were similar arguments in philosophical personality, and when he merged with violent personality, he also produced cellular memory. The owner of the original book had already realized it by himself as early as 1995.

Turning to the next page, it has been almost two months since the owner of the original book.

"On September 25th, I had a premonition that there would be something good today. As expected, two students from the School of Finance and Economics who didn't know came to me and had to invite me to dinner. Based on the principle of humanistic care, I had to agree. The classmate proposed a labor fee of 200 yuan and asked me to help them teach a lesson to a student in the class. I left the money, but I didn't do it, so I verbally educated them. I came here to learn and improve my life and build a better society in the future, not to cause trouble."

The following is an irrelevant sentence: "About 40% of personality comes from genetic inheritance, and 60% is affected by acquired environment. I feel that my interests and hobbies and thinking have changed compared to previous years, maybe this is a good thing."

Song Baojun was watching it wonderfully, and he heard the ringtone of his cell phone ringing. He picked up and answered it. The number displayed on it was Ye Jingchun. She had never called herself.

I had a phone call so late, could the beauty have an appointment? It seems that the two of them had a appointment with me, "The moon rises to the treetops, and the person makes an appointment after dusk."

He suppressed his excitement and pressed the answer button and said, "Is Xiaoyezi? I have time at any time, no matter windy, rainy, frost and hail, I will wait twenty-four hours a day."

"Yes, you came quite fast. I was in the No. 4 lounge, just out of the corridor where the elevator turned left, and went inside. There was a nameplate at the door. Take a closer look."

Song Baojun followed the guidance and found that the agency was quite large, including the president's office, the office of various department managers, conference rooms, audition rooms, recording studios, dance studios, etc.

He knocked on the door of the lounge and pushed it in.

A large room with an area of ​​about 40 square meters has soft lighting, sofas at all corners, several coffee tables around, and soundproofing boards on the walls. Ye Jingchun and a few strange girls stayed inside, without any intersection with each other, and seemed very quiet.

"Song Baojun, you are here, come and accompany me. It's so boring to be here alone." Ye Jingchun stood up in surprise when he saw him.

Several other girls sitting opposite him looked at him and lowered their heads to play with their phones.

Song Baojun found that Xiao Yezi rarely wore a short skirt and high heels, and his figure looked taller and taller. According to his previous impression, he had never seen Ye Jingchun wearing high heels and rarely put on makeup. Today, he seemed to have dressed up hard.

The long and straight black hair was tied behind the head, and a ponytail was tied. It was paired with a pink Swarovski crystal hairpin, which made it more attractive. I drew my eyebrows, tracing my eyeliner, slurry, smearing my blush, and lip gloss.

It was already a very attractive face, but it added a little glory at this time, as if the movie stars came out of the camera, making people unable to believe that this is the fresh and cute little leaf in the school.

Especially the pair of black buckle-type stilettos, which made the long legs look more slender and straight. The crystal clear and smooth skin always attracted Song Baojun's greedy gaze, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "He is really a beauty that is so beautiful!"

"Well, what's going on? I thought you asked me out for shopping."

Ye Jingchun blushed and smiled and said, "How is it? Am I dressing up today?" He is already pretty good-looking, and with such a blushing and shy look, he is simply fascinating.

Song Baojun was stunned when he heard this, looking directly at the pair of water-cut eyes that were like autumn waves, and said seriously: "I have studied poetry and books hard for twenty years, and I can be called full of knowledge. There is nothing in the whole world that I cannot express. Until today, I realized how shallow I am. All languages ​​are pale before your beauty, and the capacity of a Dahua encyclopedia is not enough to describe one ten thousand of your beauty. If beauty can be converted into wealth, you are already rich enough to rival a country. If beauty has lethality, then you are a nuclear missile of billions of tons of equivalents."

Ye Jingchun burst into laughter, and in an instant, she was like flowers blooming, and the peaches and plums were fragrant, saying, "I just want to say whether I look good or not, why do you say so much nonsense?"

Song Baojun said with a shameless look: "These are all emotions from the heart. How can they be called nonsense? Without these words, I can't calm down my inner excitement."

Ye Jingchun smiled and said, "You are just running the train." He pulled him into the sofa, with his shoulders close to his shoulders, took out his cell phone and held it in the air, and took a photo of himself and Song Baojun.
Chapter completed!