The next day, the cold wave intensified.

The whole city was filled with a stern wind like a hob blade.

On the way to the subway station side by side, passers-by shrugged and shrank, and were very troubled by the cold current.

They looked sunny.

Li Yan ate a few fried dumplings before going out.

Beef sour bamboo shoots.

This is not cold at all.

Lin Shanpu cleverly wrapped a white scarf around half of his face, and his head was covered with a down jacket hood, making him look bulging and his center of gravity was very unstable.

As he walked, Lin Shanpu suddenly jumped in front of Li Yan with a small step, bent down and blinked for a while before smiling brightly: "Hehe~ It's right that way~ You Baoer's illness is cured~"

"I'm very good." Li Yan waved his hand, "Don't block the way, I'm conceiving."

"~" Lin Shanpu happily moved away and asked as he jumped to Li Yan, "I see that there are 12 female characters in this setting? Teacher Wild Dog is so lustful~"

"Not bad." Li Yan's face gradually became solemn, "So, 12 sets of XP are needed."

"Wow!" Lin Shanpu opened his mouth wide, "Golden Twelve Palaces? Is Saint Seiya?"

"When you said this, you suddenly lost all inspiration."

"Hahaha, there will be some. I have been chasing books for so long, but I am very confident in the Wild Dog Teacher's XP." Lin Shanpu finally smiled comfortably, "Get up, this book will be popular!"

"Don't say such things..."

"Yes, yes." Lin Shanpu quickly knocked himself on his head, "Anyway, it's right to write a book that I'm happy about, I don't dare to touch the immortal cultivation again~"

"Actually, "Seed Cultivation" has helped me a lot. During the writing process, I have made some basic problems inexplicably." Li Yan sneered, clenched his fists, "In short, huh, I have become stronger."

When Lin Shanpu heard this, he couldn't help but jumped in front of Li Yan again and glanced up very seriously.

"Ah, when you talk about this, the Wild Dog teacher seems to have lost a lot of hair recently."

"Ah, is that?" Li Yan was so scared that he grabbed it quickly, "No... I am old... I have lost more than I have..."

“The hairline is backward.”

"Love people!"

"If you don't believe me, go and ask Jianbiao and Pan Pan..." Lin Shanpu sighed, walked forward with his hands behind his back, his face full of determination as if he was a professional writer, some things have to be abandoned."

"Impossible..." Li Yan grabbed his cell phone and looked in the mirror and carefully studied his hairline. "I see that the people in Shihang Training Camp have good hair."

"Those are all rookie writers." Lin Shanpu turned around and said seriously, "A real professional writer, who have you seen in his thirties and forties?"

“…Fan…Fan Qingfeng?”

"How is his hair?"

"Only a trouble is left... I scattered around my scalp for dozens of times..."

"Puff..." Lin Shanpu covered his mouth and said, "Otherwise, it's better to have a wig..."

"Ahhhhhhhh!! I was very happy early in the morning."

"Du Baoer doesn't cry, she won't dislike you"

...

On this day, throughout the morning, Li Yan asked two questions to everyone.

1: "Do you see what's different about my hair?"

2: "What is your XP?"

The good news is that people don’t think Li Yan’s hair has become less.

Then the problem can only be with Lin Shanpu.

It is obvious that the bad woman was jealous last night and wanted to get back the scene, so she put pressure on the problem that made men's second anxiety.

Ridiculous and ridiculous.

Bad women's routines, but that's it.

I have figured it out and just wait for the general to rebel.

On the other hand, the bad news is that only Liu Jianbiao answered the question seriously, but there was only one word

big!

If you ask about personality more carefully, it is probably a kind of gentle and virtuous word.

This basically goes against his actual choice...

XP is indeed difficult to understand.

...

At about 12 o'clock, the ringtone of Yinghu rang on time.

As soon as the teacher announced the end of get out of class, Xia Pan pulled Lin Shanpu and rushed out.

However, Lin Shanpu shook his hand and lowered his head and said.

"Today... something is wrong..."

“???”

rear.

Liu Jianbiao had just stretched and wanted to ask Li Yan if he wanted to defecate.

Li Yan got up first.

"Today, something is wrong."

Then, Li Yan and Lin Shanpu silently mixed out of the classroom with the abortion.

After a few dozen seconds, only Xia Pan and Liu Jianbiao were left.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and turned their heads at the same time.

"It's getting more and more excessive..." Xia Pan said, "If you are in love, you are in love, don't ignore me... Whenever you are videos, you are cooking..."

"Li Yan is too." Liu Jianbiao lowered his head sadly, "I finally rushed to the king and wanted to take him, but found that he had not been online for 40 days."

Too sad.

This story is really sad.

...

Li Yan and Lin Shanpu are now very skilled.

After leaving the classroom, I skillfully walked towards different paths, like an agent, quietly meeting at the innermost part of the top floor of the experimental building.

Li Yan unfolded and took out the large bedding, and Lin Shanpu took out the lunch box containing fried dumplings.

Li Yan took out his cell phone, and Lin Shanpu arranged the vinegar sauce and garlic paste in a small bottle.

In a tacit understanding, a secret picnic began.

It’s not that I want to have dinner together, but mainly because the time is urgent. I have to discuss the outline with Anxi at noon today.

If only Li Yan himself had found a place to sit when he left school, he would have to chat, but Lin Shanpu insisted on being a clerk, so he had to come here secretly.

...

The editorial department of Shihang, Li Gefei's situation is not much better.

Bags in the eyes flew up, and their pupils were dim.

Even though he held his favorite Bobo Chicken Takeaway, he just stared at the screen and ate it weakly.

The flying monkey next to him was chewing it very vigorously.

"Ge Fei, I was seriously injured last night..."

"Three times, three times." Li Gefei turned his head blankly, "Tell me, even when you were young, could you be able to do it three times?"

"Ha, just three times, I..." Fei Yuan said, and suddenly his expression stopped, "I...I haven't done it once..."

"Ah..." Li Gefei said in surprise, "You are... almost 30..."

"Stop talking..." Fei Yuan lowered his head.

The chicken in his mouth suddenly stopped smelling.

This is another kind of drought death, and the flood death death.

Fortunately, the sad atmosphere did not last long.

As the wild dog's head flashed, Li Gefei immediately put down the lunch box and carried the keyboard in front of him.
Chapter completed!