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Chapter 82 Low-key, low-key (for Alston-king 2/5)

The chicken chop uncle immediately smiled happily, holding the iron clip of the fried chicken chop, and smiling with yellow teeth, "Young man, it's you."

Zhong Yue's heart skipped a beat. Damn, I'm going to be exposed. If this is revealed, I wouldn't be sprayed to death by so many people in line. I had an idea and hurried forward, "Oh, it turns out that I'm a distant cousin, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The eyes that were originally attracted by the chicken chop uncle instantly returned to their respective mobile phone screens boredly. It was another boring and bloody plot. Is it a richer one to recognize relatives? Isn’t it embarrassing to fried chicken chop?

The chicken chop uncle was stunned and looked at Zhong Yue strangely, "Ah? What kind of distant cousin?"

Zhong Yue put his index finger on his lips, turned his back to everyone in line, and frowned and said softly with his lips: "Low, low-key."

The chicken chop uncle looked at him, thinking that Zhong Yue was beside him, and instantly realized himself, "Oh~~~Oh, look at my memory, the eldest nephew of the third sister in the distant house, hey, hey, take the chicken chop to eat, come and play another day, let's have a good drink! You have helped me a lot."

The chicken chop uncle put the thing into a plastic bag, winked at Zhong Yue, and handed it to Zhong Yue. The gratitude in his words was already very obvious. He, an internet celebrity store, could jump up. It has to be said that in addition to the chicken chops, this controversial banner had a great advertising effect.

In this era, handsome stars and well-decorated stores are far from meeting the psychological needs of consumers. What they like more is the popular things led by trends. Just now, many people worked hard to come over, not to buy a piece of chicken steak to eat, but to pose for various photos and prepare to post these photos on Moments.

Zhong Yue thanked the chicken steak of "Distant Cousin" and walked away with relief with the chicken steak. Gu Qin behind him couldn't stand up straight, and covered his stomach and laughed all the way, "Haha, Distant Cousin, Zhong Yue, are you trying to laugh to death, so that you can inherit my Ant Flower Cup?"

"Have you had enough fun? It's interesting and boring, really, I almost exposed me!"

Gu Qin stood under the street tree, "What are you afraid of? It's not your fault if you write ugly..."

"But come out to show off, it's yours, hahahahaha..."

Zhong Yue took a sip of sour plum soup and frightened the witch, "I'm afraid? I'm afraid that the group of people from your Academy of Fine Arts will tear me up! No, I was really mean at the beginning, so I had to delete my reply quickly."

"Ha, it's you!"

Zhong Yue was stunned. Didn’t you know, why are you making a fuss?

"I only realized that I was guessing it before."

Zhong Yue was stunned with his cell phone. The longest road I have walked was Miss Gu Qin's routine...

"Take your chicken steak and disappear for me!"

Gu Qin smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I won't make a fuss with you anymore. How about we go to watch the movie? I wanted to watch it when it was released in the pre-sale."

“I don’t like watching movies.”

"Okay, then I can only visit the post bar." Gu Qin used his trump card.

Zhong Yue squirted out a mouthful of sour plum soup, "Look, but I'll tell you, in the last time, if you threaten me with this matter again, I will..."

"What do you do?" Gu Qin's fist pinched in front of Zhong Yue and made a crackling sound.

Zhong Yue said expressionlessly: "If you threaten me again, I will use the post bar number of Shangu Bookmaker and upload your oil painting to the post bar of the Academy of Fine Arts. At worst, we both burned our jades and stones! Hehe."

Gu Qin's face stagnated. She clearly remembered that there was also her autograph under the oil painting, "How could you be such a bastard!"

“Each one another!”

Even if some people quarrel with each other every day, they can be friends forever, not because of love, but because they hold a lot of black materials in their hands... Haha, I am really afraid of turning against each other and revealing each other.

The two of them chewed chicken chops and waited for entry in the waiting hall of the cinema.

Some young couples passing by looked at the strange expressions of Zhong Yue and Gu Qin, and they all felt like time and space was confused. What the hell is they so reluctant, and they can sit together to eat chicken chops and watch movies. How big are these two guys?

As Zhong Yue suddenly turned the tide like a whim and won a city back, the crisis in Tieba was also eliminated. No matter how bored the people in the Academy of Fine Arts were, they could not be human. Besides, for such a small thing, they had to try their best to find this mountain bookmaker, which would be a bit of a big deal.

Gu Qin, the most dangerous time bomb, also gave up the idea of ​​exposing Zhong Yue because he was afraid of throwing a mouse. The two reached a consensus and happily watched a movie in the cinema to celebrate the "alliance".

After coming out of the cinema, Zhong Yue stretched out and threw the plastic bag on his hand into the trash can, "Okay, I've eaten and watched the movie, can I go back?"

"You ancient man!"

The dim lights in the cinema for more than two hours made Zhong Yue's eyes a little tired. He rubbed the sour Jingming hole. Zhong Yue smiled and said, "If you have something to say something."

"Forget it, forget it, you're so stupid. I'll leave." Gu Qin turned his head and left.

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "What's wrong with it?"

He also turned around and left.

Gu Qin turned around and saw the figure leaving straight. He stomped his feet hard, gritted his teeth and said, "I deserve to be single for the rest of my life!"

Zhong Yue got on the bus and his cell phone suddenly rang.

This number is a bit unfamiliar, and I don’t know who called it. However, when he saw that the location was Huizhou, Zhong Yue picked it up.

"Hey, who?"

"Zhong Yue, I, Zhang Shaolin." Zhang Shaolin's low voice came from the other end of the phone.

Zhong Yue was stunned, "Oh, Director Zhang, hello, is there anything wrong?"

"It's not convenient for you to come to the Cultural Center tomorrow?"

"Is there anything wrong?" Although Zhong Yue, who is preparing to be demoted and transferred to majors at school, is not important, but Zhong Yue is still a little resistant when he comes into contact with the leaders of these public institutions.

Zhang Shaolin's voice came, "That's right. An expert in cultural relics who studies ancient stone tablets came to the exhibition hall. He felt that the stone tablet you donated had some problems, so it's better to ask you to come here in person."

"That's it, that's OK, what time will I be in the city tomorrow, so I'll just come here."

"Are you in the city? That's the best. I was going to send a car to pick you up, so it would save trouble. It's about nine o'clock in the morning."

"Okay, then see you tomorrow morning."

"Okay, see you back."

Zhong Yue waited for Zhang Shaolin to hang up the phone, put his cell phone in his pocket, frowned, and murmured to himself: "There is something wrong with the stone tablet? Why are there so many things?"
Chapter completed!
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