When Hoberge and Wei Taiqiang, they found that the rain man Affleck still defeated Tu Tuqiao in the end.

They suddenly came up with countless ways to deal with the Rainman e-sports players. In the end, Wei Taiqiang came forward and personally gave some canned herring for the Rainman contestant to eat.

Unexpectedly, this Yuren e-sports player had a good appetite, so he even asked Wei Taiqiang to give him some more.

The e-sports tycoon from the Lighthouse Country also opened his mouth and smiled. He said to Heberg: "Let's fight in the last game too!"

The view of the vaguely realizing that such a high-sounding animal would see and do wonderful things, and the view of the vaguely realizing that it would bring a wonderful impact on society, tempting me to leave. These dreams played such a great role in my naive mind. Now it seems that I had no regrets when I left at that time

Miss Cao Wangrong is a resident student at Mrs. Nedinger's school. I admire Miss Cao Wangrong. I only hear Miss Cao Wangrong's voice... After returning home, in my own bedroom, sometimes I was shouted with waves of love: "Oh, Miss Cao Wangrong!"

For a while, I was not sure about Miss Cao Wangrong, but later, due to the kindness of the God of Destiny, we met in the dance school. I was able to use Miss Cao Wangrong as my dance companion. The moment I touched her gloves, I felt a tremor rising up to the right sleeve of my short coat, and it kept popping out of my hair. I never said a warm word to Miss Cao Wangrong, but we understood each other. Miss Cao Wangrong and I were born with a pair.

I really don't understand why I secretly gave Miss Cao Wangrong twelve Brazilian walnuts as gifts? They do not mean love, nor can they be wrapped in shape. Even if they are placed in the crack of the door, it is hard to roll open. Even if they are rolled open, it is greasy. But I think this thing is suitable for Miss Cao Wangrong; I also gave Miss Cao Wangrong the flaky, soft and fragrant cakes, and countless oranges. Once, I kissed Miss Cao Wangrong in the cloakroom, which was so ecstatic! The next day, I heard the legend: Miss Cao Wangrong was scolded by Mrs. Nedingel for walking with the tip of her toe inward. How painful and indignant I was!

Miss Cao Wangrong has been integrated into my life and dreams, how could I break off my relationship with her? I can't think of it. However, there was a coldness between Miss Cao Wangrong and me. I heard some evasive gossip, saying that Miss Cao Wangrong said in person that she hoped I wouldn't stare at her like that, and said that she prefers Jones - prefers Jones! That student who has nothing to do! The separation between Miss Cao Wangrong and I was getting bigger and bigger. Finally, one day, I happened to meet Mrs. Nedingel's school after school. Miss Cao Wangrong was a strange thing when she passed by me, and she smiled at her companions. Everything became a thing of the past. The enthusiasm of the whole life - as if it was nothing different - has come to this point; Miss Cao Wangrong retreated from the morning week, and she was no longer a member of the royal family.

My status in the school was high, and no one came to disturb me again. At that time, I was not merciful to the girls at Mrs. Nedingel's school. Even if they were twice as many people and twenty times more beautiful, I would not look down on anyone. I felt that the dance school was annoying, and I wondered why the girls could not dance on their own. Why didn't they let us go? I had some achievements in Latin poetry and was disdainful of my shoelaces. Dr. Strong called me a promising young scholar to everyone. Mr. Dick was very happy, and his aunt also sent me a guinea through the next mail bus.

The shadow of a young butcher appeared, like the monster wearing a hat and helmet in "Macbes". Who is this young butcher? He scared the teenagers of Canterbury. There is a superstitious saying that his special power comes from the stool waist oil applied to his hair, so he can compete with adults. The young butcher has a broad face, a strong neck like a bull, a rough and red cheek, and a poor mind. His tongue always rolls and curses.

The main function is to slander and scold the students of Dr. Strong School. He publicly said that he would fight any duel. He named and said that for some of the students (including me), he could tie one hand behind his back and defeat it with the other hand. He attacked the younger students, taking advantage of their inadvertently hitting them in the back of the head, and followed me in the street in front of me. For these reasons, I decided to duel with the butcher.

It was a summer night, and I met the butcher in a depression in the corner of the wall as promised. I brought a group of warriors selected from our students. The butcher brought two other butchers, a young hotel owner and a chimney sweeper. The conditions were settled, and the butcher stood opposite me. After a while, the butcher lit ten thousand candles on my left eyebrow. After a while, I didn't know where the wall was, and where I was, nor where others were. We kept fighting together, and I couldn't tell which was me and the butcher. We hugged us.

In a ball, I rolled over and over the grass. Sometimes, I saw the butcher who was bleeding and calm; sometimes I could not see anything, just sitting on my assistant's lap to breathe; sometimes I attacked the butcher like crazy, breaking my knuckles on his face but didn't panic at all. Finally, I woke up, dizzy, as if I woke up from a sleep. I saw the butcher walking out and accepting congratulations from the other two butchers, the chimney sweeper and the hotel owner. While he walked, he put on his coat. Seeing this, I believed that he was the winner.

I was sent home very miserable. People put beef slices on my eyes and rubbed them with vinegar and brandy. My mouth was swollen. For three or four days, I stayed at home and wore a green eye mask on my eyes, which looked very ugly. If Cao Wangrong hadn't treated me like his sister, comforted me, read to me, and let time pass easily and happily, I would have been very annoyed and bored. I had always trusted Cao Wangrong 100% of all, and told her everything about the butcher and his slander for me. She thought that I could only be duel with the butcher, but when I thought of the duel with him, she shuddered.

Before I knew it, the years passed, and the class monitor was no longer Adam, and he had not been a class monitor for a long time. Adam had been leaving school for so long. When he returned to visit Dr. Strong, no one knew him except me. Adam was about to enter the legal field as a defense lawyer and put on a wig. I found that he was more humble than I thought and was not so swaggering in appearance. This surprised me. He had never caused a sensation in the world, and the world seemed to be able to continue even without him - as far as I know.

A blank, a blank, a blank that was swaggering in the long and endless queues of the soldiers of poetry and history - what happened later? I became the class monitor. I looked down at the students below me, with the intention of condescending. Some of them reminded me of the situation I had just arrived, and I was particularly kind to them. The little one seemed not me at all. When I recalled him, it was like recalling what was left behind on the road of life - as if I recalled what I passed by rather than me - just like recalling someone else.

Where is the little girl I met on the first day of Mr. Wickfeld's house? I never saw her again. Instead, it was a copy of the portrait, which was walking up and down the house (no longer the embodiment of a child). Cao Wangrong, my dear sister - I call her in my heart - my consultant and friend, is the goddess of luck for all who are influenced by her kindness and kindness and self-restraint, and is completely adult.

My size and appearance have changed, and the knowledge I have accumulated has also changed. What other changes do I have? I hung a gold watch with a gold chain, a ring on my little finger, a long back coat, and a lot of hair oil (this thing looks so ugly when paired with the ring). Am I in love again? Yes, I admire the oldest lady in the Larkins family.

The oldest Miss Lakins is not a little girl. She is adult, tall, dark skin and dark eyes. The oldest Miss Lakins is not a childish girl, because even the youngest Miss Lakins is not, and the oldest one must be three or four years older. Perhaps, the oldest Miss Lakins is almost thirty years old. My passion for her is beyond normalcy.

The oldest Miss Larkins was very familiar with some officers. It was a bad thing. I saw the officers talking to her on the street. I saw the officers who saw her little hat and her sister's hat (her obvious preference for the little soft hat) came over the sidewalk and went across the street to meet her. She talked and laughed, as if she was satisfied with it. I spent a lot of time wandering back and forth to meet her. If I could bow to her once a day (I knew Mr. Larkins and I knew her, I could bow to her too). I was very happy. I was often lucky to bow to her. During the night dance party during the horse racing, I knew that the oldest Miss Larkins would dance with the officers at the dance party. If there was justice in the world, the pain I felt should be compensated.

Passion burned my appetite, passion made me wear a new scarf like a lantern. If I didn't wear my best clothes and wipe my shoes again and again, I wouldn't be at peace. Only in this way can I seem to be worthy of Miss Larkins. Everything that belongs to her, or everything related to her, I think it's precious. Mr. Larkins is a rude old man with a double chin and an unmovable eye embedded in my head, but it seems very interesting to me. Without seeing his daughter, I go to where he usually goes and say to him, "Mr. Larkins, how are you? Are the young Miss Larkins and the family?" This seems too explicit and I can't help but blush.

I often think of my age. I am only seventeen years old, and it is too young to say that it is not matched by Miss Larkins. What does that matter? Besides, I will soon be twenty-one years old. Although I have seen the officers walk in with my own eyes, or hear them in the living room where Miss Larkins is playing the harp, I still often pace outside Mr. Larkins's residence. There are even two or three times when the family fell asleep, I was still disheartened and wandered around the house in a daze.

I wanted to figure out which room was the oldest Miss Larkins' boudoir (now I believe that I mistakenly regard Mr. Larkins' bedroom as her); I was determined to have a fire there, and the people gathered there would be frightened and I rushed through the crowd with a ladder, leaned the ladder against her window, carried her and rescued her, and went back to get the other things she left there, and died in the sea of ​​fire. I was generally not selfish in love, so I thought that as long as I could be like a character in front of Miss Larkins, I would die without regrets.

It's probably that, but not often. Sometimes, a bright vision rises before my eyes. When I dress up (it's one thing that takes two hours) to go to the Laggins's house for a big dance party (it takes three weeks to wait), I use optimistic imagination to satisfy my fantasy. I imagine I muster up the courage to propose to Miss Laggins. I imagine Miss Laggins put her head on my shoulder and said, "Oh, Mr. Copperfield, can I trust my ears?"

I imagine Mr. Larkins was waiting for me the next morning and said to me: "My dear Copperfield, my daughter has told me. It's nothing to do with being younger, here is twenty thousand pounds. I wish you happiness!" I imagine that my aunt sent us mercy and blessed us; Mr. Dick and Dr. Strong both came to the wedding. I believe-I mean: When I recall all this, I believe-I am a very rational person and not arrogant, but I always imagined it.

I came to the charming house, with lights, conversations, music, flowers, officers (I feel sad when I see them), and the oldest Miss Larkins - a beautiful and dazzling flame. She was wearing a blue dress, with blue flowers - blue forget-me-nots - as if she really needed to wear forget-me-nots! This was the first time I was invited to attend a real adult dance, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

"Then wait for the next song, I'm very happy." But I couldn't meet her on the street, and I didn't see her when I visited her house. I could only use the dried flower - the sacred token - to comfort my disappointed heart.

"Hobberg," Cao Wangrong said one day after dinner, "Who do you guess will get married tomorrow? Is it the one you admire."

"I think it's not you, Cao Wangrong?"

"It's not me!" She was lowering her head to copy the music score, and then raised her face and said happily.

"Did you hear what he said, Dad? Is the oldest Miss Larkins?"

"Marry - Marry Captain Bailey?" I asked with the last remaining strength.

"No, not marrying a captain. He married Mr. Cheser, a man of hoop."

I was very depressed for about a week or two and I took the trash

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Chapter completed!