"Zhao Cheng, is this scene full of a sense of déjà vu?"
Zhao Xiaoxiang patted Zhao Cheng.
"Brother, it turns out you actually blew yourself up!"
"You can't tell at all!"
Yang Shiyun interrupted.
"He just made a mistake that any young man would make!"
"Who hasn't been young yet?"
Zhao Cheng said solemnly.
…
"Promise him! Promise him! Promise him!"
On Zhao Cheng's side, Zhao Xiaoxiang was still trying to attack Zhao Cheng, while on the other side, the surrounding atmosphere group had begun to boo.
The girl named Feng Qianqian looked at the boy opposite, bit her lip, and said, "I'm sorry, you are a very good boy, but you are not my ideal type."
"so……"
"Feel sorry!"
When the voice fell, there was a sudden silence in the venue.
The boy, who transformed into a high explosive in public, immediately turned around and ran towards the tent.
…
"Zhao Cheng, is this exactly the same as back then?"
Zhao Xiaoxiang asked.
She always felt that Zhao Cheng was acting too indifferent, which was something wrong.
"Um……"
"I can't say they are exactly the same, I can only say they are basically similar."
"This is a good thing. Another boy will wake up."
"Young people don't think about working hard and think about falling in love every day. How can they be successful in this way?"
Zhao Cheng hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.
"Brother is really experienced."
Yang Shiyun answered appropriately from the side.
"Zhao Cheng, a person like you who doesn't understand love will definitely not be able to reach the highest level of swordsmanship."
Zhao Xiaoxiang directly learned and applied what the group saw.
"Zhao Xiaoxiang, you are on a narrow road now. There is no end to learning. There is no highest realm in swordsmanship. There is only a higher realm!"
Zhao Cheng directly hit him with a rake.
As far as fighting is concerned, he has never lost in his two lifetimes.
…
"Liu Siyi, let's date!"
Not long after, another boy plucked up the courage and launched a charge.
The target of his charge was a baby-faced girl. The girl blushed and responded with a voice the size of a mosquito: "Okay!"
A couple, that's it.
There was no shouting about "I like it" or anything like that, it just happened naturally.
"Zhao Cheng, did you see that this is the correct way to express your love?"
"One-sided action can only be called self-destruction!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang’s sincere words of “teaching experience”.
Zhao Cheng could only be speechless.
…
In this way, time passed, some people were angry, some were successful, some were happy and some were in tears. In short, in a small open space, various aspects of life were inexplicably staged.
And it has been proven time and time again that human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same.
In the end, there is no doubt that there will be more explosions and less success.
Zhao Cheng found it interesting, but Zhao Xiaoxiang was always beside him, asking him endlessly if he had a sense of déjà vu, which made him a little helpless.
I can only say that he is worthy of being his own son, and he specializes in attacking weaknesses. Fortunately, he no longer has this weakness.
And just when everyone thought that the high explosives were about to explode, another bombshell came on stage.
He was a tall, handsome boy with strong lines and a light in his eyes.
It's Qin Tailai.
His appearance was unexpected by everyone.
After so many years of school grass, many cows wanted to chew it, but none of them got it.
But I didn't expect that it would suddenly turn into a high explosive.
But considering that the other party is about to graduate, it makes sense.
"Qing Meng, let's date!"
Li Qingmeng has not yet taken off his ghost makeup, and then he encountered this kind of battle.
But this time, there was no atmosphere for the team to shout "yes" to him.
Li Qingmeng was also slightly stunned, and then said: "In high school, I had no idea of falling in love."
"Sorry for disturbing you."
Qin Tailai's expression instantly became lonely.
After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but ask: "What does your ideal lover look like?!"
Hearing this, Li Qingmeng was silent for a moment, and then said: "My ideal ideal person should be heroic, talented, ambitious, soaring in the sky, and never change his mind!"
Throughout the ages, there have been many number one champions, but there have been too few heroes. There are only a few in ancient and modern times.
Such words, if told by other girls, would inevitably feel a bit whimsical, but when Li Qingmeng said it, it felt strangely natural.
Qin Tailai was silent for a while before he said: "Indeed, perhaps only such a person is a good match for you."
After saying that, he turned around silently and walked towards the tent step by step.
Seeing this scene, many girls felt sad, and even had the urge to rush forward, hug Qin Tailai, and then tell her that she didn't want me.
But in the end, reason prevailed over impulse.
"Big news! Big news! Just this one event makes the trip worthwhile."
Zhao Xiaoxiang said softly.
"After tonight, the school forum is expected to be lively. First, senior sister Huang'er performed a dance, and then Qin Tai blew himself up. Big news."
Soon, the supper was over and the place dispersed. Li Qingmeng saw Li Huanger off.
"This place really has the legend of cutting mountains to fill lakes?!"
While walking on the road, the wind blew through the mountains, and there were bursts of strange howls. Li Huanger and Li Qingmeng walked side by side, sensing the atmosphere, they couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
She heard so many stories along the way, but this one impressed her the most.
It’s not about how good the plot of the story is, how bizarre it is, or how many twists and turns it has.
It's a sense of reality, as if in the distant past, in this place, the mountains and lakes were actually cut to fill the lake.
"It seems there is."
Li Qingmeng said.
"I seem to have heard my uncle talk about it before."
"Is it true that the cemetery is suppressed down here?!"
Li Huang'er couldn't help but shiver, the wind was a bit cold.
"Stories, just stories, probably not..."
I didn't think it was anything before, but now that the cold wind is blowing, I look up and see the shadows of the trees dancing on the mountain. If I think about it carefully, I feel a little scary for no reason.
…
As the night went deeper, the camp became quiet. Apart from the sound of the wind, there were only whispers coming from some tents.
"Sure enough, someone has already uploaded the video of Senior Huang'er dancing to the forum!"
"Hahaha!"
"This time, I don't even envy those people to death, especially those who didn't come through because of things."
The cold wind is howling outside, but it is very warm inside the tent. A few warm yellow LED lights on the top illuminate the tent brightly, giving it an inexplicable sense of safety and comfort.
Zhao Cheng was lying in his position, seemingly closing his eyes to rest, but in fact he was looking at the trait library on the panel.
The person speaking was Kong Qing. He was scrolling through his phone and tapping the screen quickly with his fingers, probably replying to a post.
"Also, Lao Zhao, you told the story very well. I didn't realize it just now, but now that I think about it, it's really scary."
Kong Qing said.
"By the way, Lao Zhao, where did you hear that story? It always feels like it's true."
Wu Shan answered.
Hearing this, Zhao Cheng also started to joke and said, "This is what I heard from a blind Taoist under the overpass some time ago. What else did the Taoist say? The time is coming."
"..."
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the venue.
"Old Zhao, do you think there is such a possibility that you have met an expert..."
Wu Shan said word by word, looking a little unnatural.
"Okay, there is no Taoist. In fact, I made it up myself."
Zhao Cheng said, he did not expect that everyone was not very courageous.
After a while, feeling that the midnight snack in his stomach was almost digested, Zhao Cheng opened his backpack, took out his wooden sword, told Kong Qing and others, and walked out with it.
Even if you are outside, you cannot stop practicing every day.