The decoration and personality in Dazhuang's room represent the vast majority of peers and young male compatriots nowadays.

Apart from the messy and simple, the single bed and the walls in front of the desk, and the door panels are all close to the most popular international superstars in the sports world.

Like the NBA's heavy tank "Shark" O'Neal, the ruffian "rebound king" Rodman on the court, the eternal superstar "Flying Man" Jordan, the "Three Musketeers" Basten, Gulit, Rijkald, England's "heartthrob" Beckham, etc.

Although Tang Ning has no star-chasing complex, it cannot be denied that he admires them from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, I just admire it rather than worship it. Because anyone who can reach the top in any profession is worth admiring. As for not worshiping it, it is because Tang Ning believes that with his qualifications and current physical conditions, whether he joins the basketball or football world, his future achievements will definitely not be lower than those black and white people who are stuck on the wall. If he works hard while working hard, these people can only look up to his back.

"Do you like them?" Tang Ning pointed to the stickers and asked Dazhuang.

"Of course." Da Zhuang said with admiration: "Not only do they make their favorite things into careers, but they can also make a lot of money and shoot advertisements. Of course, the reason why I like them is that I regard them as idols. In addition to being famous international superstars, it seems that these people did not have good academic performance when they went to school."

Tang Ning felt like he was choking and couldn't help but ask with a funny look: "Cao, it seems that the last reason is the most important, right?"

"What's wrong? No? These guys were so bad when they were young, but now they all become monetary people. Isn't such people worthy of admiration?"

"Okay, our perceptions are different."

The two of them talked about it for a while, and then Tang Ning said seriously: "Da Zhuang. I have thought of a solution."

Da Zhuang, who was leaning against the warmer, suddenly straightened his body. His heart suddenly reached his throat. His eyes were burning, staring at Tang Ning with a hot breath, his face flushed and he couldn't wait to ask: "Really, what's the solution?"

"It's very simple. Go out and ask your dad, should you wear the uniform on the hanger or something when you leave later?"

Dazhuang was not stupid either, and soon understood what Tang Ning meant. His eyes lit up and he slapped his forehead. "Cao, I should have thought of such a simple thing long ago. Give me the things. I'll put them in my dad's pocket."

Dazhuang took the Pixiu pendant handed over by Tang Ning. He looked at Tang Ning in his hand, then looked up at Tang Ning. Before he could speak, Tang Ning looked at him firmly and said first: "Don't worry, as long as the uncle carries it with him, you can guarantee that it will be foolproof. Hurry up. It will be too late to be delayed."

Although the voice is low, it is sonorous and powerful. It gives people great confidence. Coupled with the calm and firm eyes, the calm and atmospheric temperament and charm that emanates in an instant makes it difficult for anyone who comes into contact with him to doubt.

Believe, believe without reason.

"Okay." Dazhuang nodded fiercely. His eyes were full of crazy stubbornness. It seemed that he wanted to imprint Tang Ning's whole body deeply in his head. "Tang Ning, if things are as you expected, I, Yao Lang, owe you a life. In this life, as long as you Tang Ning's words, I dare to do it even if you kill someone and set fire."

Good buddy, especially the kind of guy who grew up together.

When we are together, we usually call each other's nicknames or nicknames. Once we are nominated face to face, it means two situations: one is to break up with friendship, to be strangers to each other, and not to interact with each other. The other is that the importance of the other party increases, and the relationship is no longer inferior to that of one's own relatives.

A person like Yao Lang who inherits the character of a soldier and is naturally generous and stubborn, if he is a comrade in the army, he will definitely be the first to rush forward to block the bullets for Tangning when he encounters danger.

"Okay, don't talk about the useless ones. After the matter is done, I have to go home for dinner." Tang Ning waved his hand and urged.

Dazhuang opened the door and walked out. After a while, Tang Ning heard the sound of their family talking outside.

"Dad, it's probably quite cold to take a bus at night. Are you wearing only that uniform? Be careful, don't catch a cold."

"Hmm? Boy, when will you become sensible and know how to care about your dad?"

"Nonsense, why is my son caring about you? But what's wrong with our son saying it makes sense. Lao Yao, I think you'd better put the outer side of that cotton jacket."

"Okay. It's rare that my son is so filial. Since you both said that, I don't object. Oh, by the way, the uniform on the hanger was buried, and there was one in the closet in the inner room. Also, Fenglan, is my leather jacket at home or in the team?"

"Dad. It seems to be at home. I remember that after you took it off last time, I asked my mother to put it in the closet. Wait, I'll take it for you."

"...Wife. What's wrong with this brat today? I didn't hide far away that day, so why are you so brave today? You've posted it on yourself?"

"Get out, our son is called sensible. He usually doesn't bother talking nonsense to you."

After a minute or two, Dazhuang's voice sounded again. It was filled with unspeakable surprises and indescribable ease.

"Dad. The uniform and leather jacket are here. I'll hang it on the hanger for you first."

"Well. Let's put it there. Boy, learn more from Xiao Ning. If you can improve your grades this time, when my dad comes back from the area, you will bring you two Nikes."

"Wow, thank you dad. You and my mom are waiting and seeing."

Click, the door was pushed open. Da Zhuang rushed in with an excited and joyful look on his face.

Tang Ning couldn't help but be excited. Although he knew that things had succeeded, he couldn't help but clench his fists and asked more: "Is it done?"

"It's done! Put it in the pocket of that uniform." Dazhuang leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief as if he was disgusting.

"Grass, good!"

"Grass, good!"

The two fists collided gently in the air.

The same relief, the same excitement in my eyes, and the same heavy thoughts were put down. My whole body was relaxed.

Tang Ning believed in himself, his cultivation and ability. Dazhuang believed in Tang Ning without reservation. Although there was still unknown and waiting for the final result, the two of them were not nervous or uneasy in their hearts. It felt as if this thing had never happened.

Not long afterwards, Yao's father left. Tang Ning quickly offered to say goodbye.

At the entrance of Building 3, Tang Ning suddenly asked Da Zhuang who was wearing a down jacket to send him downstairs. "Da Zhuang, has your house been renovated recently?"

"Yeah." Dazhuang nodded. "My mother said the kitchen was too small, and it seemed too crowded for three people to eat inside. She moved the door between the living room and the kitchen one and a half meters out. In this way, the living room became smaller and the kitchen became larger. It was not considered a redecoration. What's wrong? Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?"

"Oh, nothing. I just found it was a little different from before." Tang Ning said to his mouth, and after thinking about it, he still said it. "Dazhuang, Zhou Tian'er went to a flower shop and bought two pots of azaleas. When he came back, he put it on the windowsill of your kitchen."

"It's a waste of buying that thing. There is no one to serve me at home. My mother is very lazy." Dazhuang said with a lip service.
Chapter completed!