It is not too difficult to surrender to the weak and admit that the so-called "upper-class people" are not too difficult. The society is treacherous and changeable. If you want to survive well, the chameleon-like idea is inevitable. Not to mention that Wu Xiong's father Wu Chaoqiang often nods and bows to others, even the rulers of the four major families have done many similar things.

Master Xuanci hurriedly said, "Amitabha, how good is that good."

Wu Xiong turned to his classmates again and said, "I'm sorry to harass everyone's meal atmosphere before."

Chen Huayao then took off the cigarette from his mouth, gently dusted off the ashes, and said, "Will you have to apologize early and nothing happen? You have to humiliate yourself. Don't forget the dirt on the ground. If a grain of rice is leaked, I will tell you to know how steel is made!"

Wu Xiong's face looked like a red apple in the blue, and he whispered: "Tang Shiheng, why don't you come here to clean up?"

The students were silent for a while, then woke up from shock and began to applaud.

The emotions of the leader often determine the attitude of his subordinates. Tang Shiheng immediately became timid. When he passed by the fat man, he was pushed hard by the fat man and did not dare to make a sound, but his eyes were filled with hatred.

Master Xuanci is a monk who understands the truth and said, "Amitabha, since the donor is tired, I will ask you to help you go back to your room to rest."

Xuan Ku quickly half-held Wu Xiong and walked away, fleeing the uncomfortable scene, and a farce ended like this.

Zhou Wendi stood up in vain, originally planning to be in the same mood as Wu Yihui, but Wu Xiong left in shame and felt embarrassed. Until a subordinate whispered a few words in his ear, he quietly glanced at the fourth young master in the distance and secretly wiped a cold sweat. He almost didn't take action just now, otherwise he would be the one who was humiliated.

After eating a vegetarian meal with a chewy wax, Xuanci led everyone to the backyard guest room.

The temple is not a hotel, nor is it a tourist destination for deep development. All the conditions are very simple. Only a row of eight brick and tile houses are built in the backyard for guests to stay for sleeping. There is a wall separated from the monk's house.

The brick and tile houses are completely in line with the architectural style of the Ming and Qing dynasties, with eaves, high eaves, wooden doors and windows. The window lattices are carved with empty spaces, painted in new styles, white paper is pasted inside, and glass is installed on the outside to ensure the privacy of the guests.

When I opened the door, it was empty inside, with no air conditioning, color TVs, refrigerators and other appliances, no Simmons single bed, bedside tables and desk lamps, and no wooden floors, bathrooms and toilets. There were only two rows of large bunk beds that were connected to the left and right.

Opposite is a window, and there is a desk under the window, with a nanmu Buddha statue on it, and a telephone and network cable interface next to it.

Looking up is the simple ceiling, with only one electric light.

Each row of paved rows is covered with earthy yellow sheets, and the quilts are stacked in square shapes, which are washed cleanly. The entire guest room is full of this quaint and old feature, which is integrated with the temple and has no prominent parts.

In front of the guest room is a small yard with flowers and plants planted. On both sides are public toilets and bathhouses for men and women.

"I, let's sleep in this ghost place at night?" The pampered students were like a basin of cold water, and someone started to scream.

Master Xuanci clasped his hands and said, "The conditions in this temple are simple, which is convenient for everyone to cultivate their minds and cultivate their nature and remove all kinds of glitz in the world. Each room can accommodate up to ten people. It just so happens that there are no other guests staying at home today, so you can accommodate all classmates. Teacher Qi, Teacher Ji, you have a total of eight rooms here. See who stays in which room and allocate them well. I also need to register it to ensure safety."

"Thank you, Master has trouble."

Several teachers gathered together to discuss, and on average, there were four girls and four boys. The class monitors of several classes came over to discuss together.

Let’s start with the boys.

There are many boys in Class 2 of the Sociology Department, and they are divided into one and a half rooms. Considering that the group of Fat Pig Doorhouse has just had a conflict with Wu Xiong and Tang Shiheng and his gang, they cannot be allowed to spend the night together, so it is best to be staggered.

Business schools are all big names, one and a half, with few boys in Chinese, and half, and only two boys in the art school, so they can make do with the Fat Pig dormitory.

Girls are much easier to divide here. There are no conflicts among girls. They can be allocated based on their personal relationships and class.

Xia Dirui, Tulip and Ji Xiaoqing live in the same room. Xu Suhang and his classmates from the Art Academy are in another room.

No matter how much everyone complained, they didn't even bother to see Wei Chensi, so they slowly calmed down. I couldn't bear it if the children of aristocratic families endured hardships?

Chen Huayao and the fat pigs walked into the room, turned on the lights, put down their luggage, and lay lazily on the bed.

The two boys from the art academy also shrank and followed in, standing at the door, lowered their eyebrows and shouting, "Hello, bosses."

Both boys carefully selected the best dance seedlings who passed the elephant. They were about 1.75 meters tall, had a thin figure, a very upright appearance, and a youthful face...

"Oh, why are you standing there? Come in quickly, I won't eat you anymore." The fat man put one leg on the bed, knowing that he had conflicted with Wu Xiong and others in front of everyone, and had already established his status as a school tyrant. He asked with his eyes slanted: "Is there any cigarette?"

The two boys put their luggage in the corner of the door and said at a loss: "No, no, we don't smoke." A clever man said quickly: "I'll go to the temple convenience store to get you a pack. Boss, what brand do you like?"

"Okay, you!" He Baoyang gently patted the fat man's head: "Is it interesting to bully classmates? Hey, classmate, don't go, he is teasing you, don't be afraid, we are all active and motivated students, and we never bully men and women. My name is He Baoyang, he is Fat Pig Tao Qiang, this is the skinny dog ​​Yang Chao, the pervert Chen Huayao, what are your names?"

"Ahhh, this, my name is Zhou Wenjie."

"My name is Wang Junsen."

The two boys sat down next to the bed with half of their butts tremblingly.

It's no wonder that Chen Huayao faced Wu Xiong head-on, and his image with a cigarette butt in his mouth was even more impressive than the gangster scoundrels in Hong Kong movies, which was very scary.

Together with Tao Qiang, Yang Chao and He Baoyang, three accomplices, from challenging the basketball team to defeating the pseudo-scholar Liu Baoju on the spot, they had already made a famous name. The boys in the classes in the left and right were not allowed to shout respectfully when they saw the fat man: "Hello Brother Fat!"

Two boys from the art college are honest and honest. The first time they encountered such a school-level overlord role, they were really guilty.

Chen Huayao smiled and said, "What are you nervous? You all belong to the same class as Xu Suhang?"

"Yes, yes, we went to Jinditian Biwu last time, but we didn't have the same private room as you. However, Teacher Xiong often plays your undressing in class...Ahem, no, it's a belly dance video, which we often watch. It's really good."

As he was talking, someone opened the door of the guest room. Su Chengya walked in with the male bodyguard and looked around. He found that Chen Huayao was also there, with a look of insult on his face.

The bodyguard said, "Young Master, why not ask the abbot and let him clean a clean room."

"Forget it, let's live here." Su Chengya said with a frown.

Chen Huayao glanced at them coldly and said with a smile: "Mr. Su has such a noble identity and wants to live in such a low-level guest room? Sorry, didn't you see that we are already full? Go and find the next one."

A college student dared to show his face to the fourth young master? The bodyguard was about to get angry, but Su Chengya reached out to stop him, but he was not angry, saying, "There are eight, nine, and ten people in another room. There are only six of you here, and there are eight of us, so why not?"

Chen Huayao's eyes rolled and said, "Okay, since Mr. Su wants to live, it is our honor, please."

Su Chengya snorted, and the bodyguard put down his travel bag and chose a cleaner place in the whole shop.

The Fourth Master Su set out with Xu Suhang's school tour group. Along the way, in order to make the lover feel at ease, he did not dare to exercise any privileges and kept his composure. He would eat whatever he ate and play whatever he ate. He would play whatever he ate. He was approachable and unreasonable.

It's fine during the day, but at night, the accommodation conditions are not negligible, so the bodyguards asked the temple manager to arrange two clean single rooms for him and Xu Suhang to live. The manager asked the abbot and said there was no one.

The bodyguard brought the face of the Su family, and after earning a few efforts, he still said that there was no one.

However, Mr. Su Si has always been easy-going and has done a lot of food and living with employees in township enterprises. Seeing that Xu Suhang insisted on living with his classmates, forget it and endure it.

Along the way, Wei Chensi was in the first guest room.

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. If the two young masters of Su Chengya and Wei Chensi live in the same room, and the news comes back to Xiangjing City, there may be rumors that the two families join forces. This is not a good thing for the family, so I thank you for the first room.

When he walked into the second room, Wu Xiong's idiot was throwing his cup to vent his anger. When he saw him, he immediately bowed his head and bowed. He couldn't stay there, otherwise he would lose his identity.

Walking into the third room, two Chinese boys were playing the childish game of digging each other's bird nests. Mr. Su Si was even more upset. After a while, Chen Huayao's room was the most suitable.

As soon as he came in, the atmosphere in the room became more bizarre, and the boys from the art academy did not speak.

The fat man and Yang Chao took out their laptops and connected the Internet, and started playing in the World of Devils and Beasts. He Baoyang held the phone and called a girl whose name was unknown, and had a very intimate chat.

The bodyguard slightly sorted out the sheets and sat next to him without saying a word. Only Su Chengya and Chen Huayao were left looking at me, looking at you, staring at you, staring at you.

"Oh." A knock on the door sounded outside. Zhou Wenjie hurriedly jumped out of bed and went to open the door.

The young monk Xuanku walked in with a booklet under his armpit. The bodyguard thought to himself: "These bald donkeys who were changing their responsibilities must have found that my Su family cannot be offended and rushed over to apologize. I'm sorry, my son lives here, and you don't want to leave if you carry a sedan chair at all."

Unexpectedly, Xuan Ku said: "Several donors, my senior brother ordered me to register my names and strengthen standardized management to avoid accidents and inconveniences late at night. Hello, what's your name in the black suit?"

The bodyguard held back his anger and told him, and the rest of the people also got their names. Xuan Ku's eyes were sharp and found the fat man's computer screen. He leaned over and asked, "Hey, are you playing this game too? Which server? What camp is it from?"

The fat man turned around and said, "Yesera server! Are you playing too? Where are you?"

"Ah!" Xuanku was surprised and happy: "So too, I am in a tribe, playing the mage, and I'm called Mao Wu Buddha, where are you?"

The fat man stood up: "What? You are the perverted mage who often kills me and keeps the corpse for more than an hour? Hello, bald donkey, thin man, scout guy!"
Chapter completed!