"How many times have you danced in total?"
"Nine-nine-eighty-one times."
"Do you feel it?"
"have!"
"Have you finished practicing?"
"No."
"That's it..."
Although it is normal to not be able to practice anything in one day, I didn't have high hopes, but I was still a little disappointed.
Because this means... I have to take action.
【Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
After returning to Sioux City, due to the reputation of the "Guanzhong Hero", from time to time there would be self-proclaimed martial arts masters from a certain sect or a certain kicker to challenge such and such, which was very annoying...
The overthrow of the previous car should serve as a lesson for those who come after!]
That's what you said, brother, but in a hurry, what else can you do besides rushing the ducks to the shelves?
Looking at the people around her, Yan Weiwei is already at the peak of her martial arts level. She can't do it, let alone others.
When people are needed, there are not enough people, but there are still not enough diners to cope with various emergencies...
"How about using coercion and inducement to get that old guy Yan Feng to hand over his daughter?" Meng Lang thought to himself.
But this plan is also difficult to implement. If it is coerced... maybe the favorability of the fake M will increase?
Besides, after all, he is Yan Weiwei’s biological father.
As for inducements... I guess I am not as rich as others...
Looking at Yan Weiwei who looked bitter and resentful, Meng Lang could only sigh.
I can understand her mood.
After all, this hope was given by myself, and it turned out to be in vain. It is normal to feel resentful.
But what's with that look in your eyes that you want to kill me?
Are you so angry?
"Sister Weiwei, it doesn't matter, I believe you can win even if you don't practice well!" Xiaoyu tried to comfort her.
"Well! That's it for now, let's eat first." Meng Lang nodded.
Hmm... yesterday's gourd chicken tasted good...
But when he turned around and took two steps, he found that Yan Weiwei was still sitting there and didn't move. He couldn't help but look at her in confusion.
"What are you doing? Let's go! It's almost dark, you still want to practice?"
Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes and pointed down, "My legs are weak and I can't move..."
"Well……"
Yes, I have jumped nearly a hundred times. It is a huge test both mentally and physically. An ordinary person would have been paralyzed long ago, but the person next to me can only walk holding on to the wall now?
"I'll help you."
Lin Haitang walked over and tried to help Yan Weiwei up, but she staggered the next second and both of them almost fell down.
Meng Lang rushed up to help.
Although Yan Weiwei has a well-proportioned figure, she is tall and has long legs, and weighs over a hundred kilograms. Lin Haitang is a bit reluctant to be alone.
The two of them walked a few steps with support. Meng Lang found that Yan Weiwei seemed to have exhausted all her strength. Her legs were weak as if she had collapsed, and she could only move forward step by step.
When everyone came, they were in high spirits, but when they left, they looked like a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people who had lost a battle.
Those who are lame are helped.
"see you next time!"
The staff member who stayed at his post with dedication and dedication bowed slightly and watched the patrons and guests leave with a professional smile.
Then he shook his head, secretly said to a group of weirdos, and then began to pack up various safety equipment.
"Huh?"
At this moment, he suddenly looked at the ground where Yan Weiwei was sitting, his face a little confused.
"Strange, it was fine this morning? Why is it cracked?"
I saw on that tile...
There is a spiderweb-like, footprint-shaped crack...
…
After walking not far, Yan Weiwei turned around and saw Lin Haitang looking very strenuous, and Yan Weiwei had no choice but to stop.
"How about waiting for me to rest for a while and recover before going down the mountain."
"But if we don't go down the mountain quickly before it's completely dark, it will get dark soon and it will be even harder to go down." Lin Haitang frowned.
Meng Lang nodded.
But looking around, Fan Shigang couldn't hope for anything. His legs were shaking like Parkinson's disease. It would be great if he could go down the mountain by himself...
"Meng Lang, come and carry Weiwei down the mountain."
"ah?"
He looked at Lin Haitang who spoke in astonishment and pointed at himself.
"Shall I carry her down the mountain?"
"Otherwise? You can't expect me or Xiaoyu to carry it, right?" Lin Haitang said helplessly.
Meng Lang stared at Lin Haitang suspiciously.
The two of us were like that just now, and you are like this now...Are you trying to test me?
Lin Haitang couldn't help but took the fish from Meng Lang's hand, and then looked at him.
Meng Lang seemed to have no better way, so he could only walk to Yan Weiwei and squat down.
"Come up."
Yan Weiwei hesitated for a moment, and seeing that the sky was almost completely dark, she could only put her hand on Meng Lang's shoulder...
Meng Lang only felt a few strands of hair hanging down on his face, which made him feel a little itchy.
The indescribable and wonderful feeling coming from his back made him...
Ami tofu! The color is not different, the space is not different!
Lin Haitang was carrying something and holding Xiao Yu behind. Looking at the overlapping backs of the two, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.
What troubles me is more than just "non-marriageism"...
Even I don't know what my psychology is for me to take the initiative to propose this idea.
Maybe... it's out of guilt deep in your heart?
However, even though it was obviously my decision, why do I still feel a little disappointed...
"Don't think about the past, don't be afraid of the future, don't be trapped in your heart, don't think about the past, don't be afraid of the future..."
Someone's whispered thoughts spread to Lin Haitang's ears along the wind...
"Pfft!"
"Begonia, why are you laughing?"
"Ahem! It's nothing."
Lin Haitang quickly put away his smile and turned his head.
Yan Weiwei glanced at Lin Haitang suspiciously, and then looked at Meng Lang who was thinking casually in front of her.
"Why don't you think about the past and don't fear the future? Are you two playing a riddle?"
To be continued...