They are all friends who are very compatible with each other. They usually play basketball together or go to Internet cafes to play black. Sometimes they play King of Glory together in class.

Now everyone knows that it is impossible to be like this after going to college. You can get together at any time. Then, everyone will go away from each other. I guess only during the winter and summer vacations will have the chance to meet again!

Wei Wenlin was not good at drinking. He was already drunk now and was talking in a mess. "Others want to go to college, but I just don't want to. I really like our high school."

"Zhang Chu, what are you going to do during the summer vacation?" Feng Tianrui, a tall and thin man, had a very good alcohol tolerance. Several people were almost the same, and his face turned as usual.

"I am writing a fan essay about Sherlock Holmes. I guess I will go back to my hometown to stay for a few days in the future. What's wrong?"

"We have all agreed to register at the driving school and try to get the driver's license this summer vacation. You can come together."

Zhang Chu actually knew how to drive in his previous life, but now he doesn’t have a driver’s license. He was a little moved, “I’ll go back and ask.”

The fat little man Wei Wenlin, who was already lying on the table, raised his head blankly at this time, with blood in his eyes, "I just heard who you said you were writing novels? I will click and click for you then, I am an old bookworm!"

"Yes, yes, you are an old bookworm, an old bookworm who reads novels all day in class." Zhang Chu joked. The little fat man's family is quite good. Going to school is just a life experience for him, and he doesn't need to learn much.

"I'll help you find the great masters to ask for the chapters. I'm the leader of many books, and I'll get popular when I push you."

Zhang Chu patted Wei Wenlin's back and said with a smile: "It's a pity that I'm not writing an online novel, but you can help me see it and give me some advice."

"And I, I will show it to me after I have finished writing. I like reading books the most." Fu Deyu didn't think much about it, and thought Zhang Chu was just writing fun.

After the cool night breeze came out of Xiaolongkan hot pot, Zhang Chu and his friends finally became clearer. The five of them were free and easy to take the bus home.

At this time, the sorrow of parting has not spread yet, and everyone is just celebrating their escape from the cage.

...

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Chu returned home in a state of alcohol. He was a little guilty, but the family was empty. Zhang Bowen and Chu Lan didn't know what they were going out for.

This made him feel relieved, at least he wouldn't be scolded.

I quickly took my clean clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Zhang Chu also planned to write the novel "Detective Sherlock". Today, I had a hot pot and drank with a meal and had almost consumed all my pocket money. I had to have an input!

At this time, he no longer dared to think about the first and second prizes of the Holmes fan essay competition. He only hoped to give a manuscript fee of several hundred words through the preliminary selection of the Year Reasoning Magazine.

It’s a bit embarrassing to use it for emergency use. Don’t have no money to play games in the Internet cafe at that time.

Fortunately, I was drinking beer tonight, otherwise there would be no clear thinking to write novels, especially detective novels that require careful thinking!

"Hey, you guy came back so early?"

Chu Lan said in surprise. She thought Zhang Chu wanted to play with his group of friends until early morning or overnight, which was really restrained.

Zhang Chu turned his head and looked at his mother. He smiled and said, "There is still a whole summer vacation to play slowly, so there is no need to be so crazy."

At this time, Zhang Bowen also squeezed into Zhang Chu's bedroom. After seeing the document on the monitor in front of Zhang Chu, he walked over directly, "This is the novel you wrote, what's the name?"

"Detective Sherlock. I haven't finished writing yet, I'll show you when I finish writing." Zhang Chu was still a little ashamed. He immediately minimized the document to the menu bar, and he pushed Zhang Bowen hard, preventing him from reading it.

Zhang Bowen's curiosity was aroused, and he explained: "Let me check it first. If you can't even impress me, what do you use to impress the editors?"

After all, Zhang Bowen just wanted to see what kind of reputation this little brat could write about.

Chu Lan taught Zhang Chu earnestly, "Son, just write this thing casually, but don't learn from your father. He can't even get back if he is a nine-headed cow. He has been rejected for a long time and has been writing it."

"Who doesn't have a hobby yet? My dad doesn't smoke or drink less, doesn't play mahjong or gamble. It's good to like writing things. Didn't you often say that you were deceived by the poems written by my dad before?"

"I'm young and ignorant, but you have to find a girlfriend as soon as possible after you go to college. The country says that the ratio of men and women is very inconsistent. I don't want you to be a bachelor all your life."

Chu Lan's thinking was very jumping. She was just criticizing Zhang Bowen, but now she began to worry about Zhang Chu's lifelong event.

Zhang Chu quickly replied: "I will definitely bring you a daughter-in-law back when I go to college. Don't say anything about early love at that time."

"It's not so early love when you go to college. There are two little guys in our class who are actually in love. They are only in the fourth grade of elementary school. You are already a lot behind, so you must hurry up."

At this time, Zhang Bowen next to the computer slapped his thighs suddenly, and the loud sound sounded sore.

Chu Lan walked behind him and asked, "Lao Zhang, how is your son's novel written?"

"It's very good to write, I'm worthy of being from our Zhang family!"

Zhang Bowen did not exaggerate at all. Although the article "Sherlock" in front of him has not been finished, it is quite exciting in terms of writing style and story framework, especially the real and fake poison game theory that amazed him.

In the article titled Pink Research, the method of killing taxi drivers is actually not complicated. The murderer pushed the poison to the victim, pointed the gun at him, and then talked about the meaning of philosophy and life. In the end, the victim chose the poison.

There are two capsules, one is poisonous and the other is not poisonous. Each of them chooses one to take at the same time. But the murderer knows which one is poisonous. When the murderer handes the victim a capsule, how should the victim choose?

Zhang Bowen just saw this, but the text disappeared. He was so excited that he slapped his thigh hard, hoping to see the final conclusion!

"Boy, do you think the victim would choose to swallow this capsule, or would he choose to change one capsule with the murderer? Or are these two capsules toxic, or do the victims have to choose toxic capsules?"

Zhang Bowen really wants to know how Sherlock Holmes will solve this game problem.

"I know what happens next, please see what happened next." Zhang Chu said with a smile. His father is a leniser, but he is definitely a hard-core reader.
Chapter completed!