Awen thought he had taken advantage of Brother Zha, and was feeling complacent. Suddenly, it felt like he was hit on the head with a drumstick, and his face instantly turned red. Damn it, Long Xiaozha, you are teasing me again.
Brother Zha saw the principal busy from afar, and hurriedly walked over and bowed ninety degrees to say hello, which shocked the principal who was concentrating on his work.
"Hey, it's you, what's the matter?" The principal looked at this polite and humble student and felt very happy.
Brother Zha, who had just put on his upright coat, smiled and scratched the back of his head, and said naively: "Principal, Teacher Liu Haiyang asked me to put drawing boards and other tools backstage, but there were two security guards standing at the door.
Celebrity An Bingyu is putting on makeup and no one is allowed in,"
The principal, who was extremely upright and serious, looked down upon celebrities the most. When he heard this, he was furious: "Isn't she just a singer? What contribution has she made to the motherland? She has such a big air. Take it, this is my ID. Who wants to stop you?
I'll drive you back to the countryside to feed pigs,"
Brother Zha hurriedly took it, turned around and smiled, swaggering up to the security guard and showing a photo of the principal as if he had just been released from prison: "I have something urgent,"
When the security guard saw it, he hurriedly opened the door: "Oh, let's go in."
That idiot Awen probably knew that I was tricking him. It would be better to get the signature later. If he couldn't get it, Awen wouldn't fight for it with me.
Feeling anxious, she walked to An Bingyu, took out a crumpled white paper that looked like she had wiped her buttocks, and then took a ballpoint pen from the table beside her. She stood in front of An Bingyu and said, "Miss An, I
I have admired you for a long time, can you sign your name for me?" His tone was cold and handsome, as if he was ordering his little brother.
An Bingyu was putting on makeup and without even looking at Brother Zha, she said, "How about later? I'm not free now."
Brother Zha said: "I think it doesn't take you a few seconds to sign your name. Besides, your show will be on for a long time,"
"But I'm putting on makeup, didn't you see?" An Bingyu still didn't put down her lip gloss.
Because she was a woman, Brother Zha finally found some patience and continued: "Miss An, I really want your autograph, please sign one for me." Brother Zha had not gotten angry yet, and it would have been someone else.
I have kowtowed and burned incense to thank God.
An Bingyu frowned, wondering why this uninvited guest was so annoying. He immediately turned around and said angrily: "I'm putting on makeup," and wanted to continue scolding, but the expression on his face froze and turned into a smile as warm as the sun.
When Brother Zha was in a daze, An Bingyu said, "It turns out to be you. I remember seeing you at Feiteng Entertainment's banquet."
"You have a good memory. Since you have met me and we are old acquaintances, why are you so polite? An'an, just sign your name for me," Brother Zha shook his thighs and suddenly came closer with a sleazy look on his face and a flattering smile.
Like eunuchs in feudal society.
This man is so shameless. I told you that I have met you, and now we are old acquaintances. He also called me An An, with disgust on his face. An Bingyu didn’t want to pay any more attention to Brother Zha. When he saw him taking out his crotch, he hurriedly turned away.
He reached out and picked up a piece of waste paper and a pen, wrote his name on it and handed it to Brother Zha. He hummed like a rich man giving alms to a beggar.
Brother Zha slapped away the waste paper and reached out to grab An Bingyu's wrist. His face was as ferocious as Satan from hell: "Didn't your elementary school teacher teach you to be polite to others? Just throw it away and ignore other people's dignity. I
I ask you for an autograph so politely. Why are you pretending to be a celebrity? You put on makeup. No matter how much you put on your makeup, you are still ugly. Your handwriting is like a dog chewing it. Believe it or not, I will slap you like a bear and throw you away.
It’s embarrassing to go on stage,”
The spittle was like a pouring rain, and the sound was as loud as a battlefield involving thousands of people. The security guard at the door rushed in. When he saw the big star was crying and struggling with his wrist held by Brother Zha, he immediately took out his baton and pounced on him.
With two bangs, the security guard fled. An Bingyu thought he could be saved, but who knew that the two tough-backed men were so useless? Looking at Brother Zha again, he seemed to be really throwing an iron fist in the next second, and said hurriedly: "Relax." Drive me, I called the bodyguard, believe it or not, I called the police,"
Brother Zha chuckled and put a little force on his hand. An Bingyu groaned in pain, and Brother Zha cursed: "Whatever, I want to see if it's your wrist that's broken or if the bodyguard came in too quickly,"
"I apologize to you. I'm sorry. I will write you a new one, and then I will respectfully present it to you with my hands." An Bingyu had to lower her head, full of grievances and did not dare to cry. She has been someone else for many years. The object of worship, how could anyone treat her with such contempt? She wrote her name seriously with trembling hands, held up the note with both hands and sent it to Brother Zha: "Please accept it," it was written in signature font before, Now I am so frightened that I can only write one stroke at a time, for fear that if I write too messily, I will get tampered with.
Brother Zha took it and took a look, and suddenly his brain felt like it was struck by lightning, and he stood stunned on the spot...
This handwriting... I hurriedly took out a love letter that I kept close to me and compared it. It turned out to be exactly the same.
Excitedly, she stretched out her hands to grab An Bingyu, and tears rolled down her eyes: "I'm sorry, it was all my fault just now, I shouldn't have been like that, I'm sorry, Xiaoyu,"
"Xiaoyu, do you recognize me," An Bingyu asked, dumbfounded as she looked at Brother Zha, who changed faster than a chameleon.
"Xiaoyu, I'm Long Chenfei, you don't remember me," Brother Zha was so excited that he wanted to punch the stage away.
"Who is Long Chenfei? I have no idea. Is he the fat boy from my uncle's family who sold meat skewers in front of my house when I was a kid?" An Bingyu asked next.
Brother Zha almost hit An Bingyu's chest and died: "...Xiaoyu, you really don't know me anymore,"
"Ah, I remembered," An Bingyu stretched out her index finger and shouted happily.
Brother Zha was overjoyed and hurriedly looked at An Bingyu with wide eyes, waiting for recognition. Unexpectedly, as soon as An Bingyu's words came out of his mouth, Brother Zha was eager to bite his tongue and commit suicide.
"You are that little chubby guy, right," An Bingyu said proudly.
Brother Zha was infinitely disappointed, and at the same time extremely sad in his heart. His face turned from red to white, and he looked at An Bingyu desperately, thinking about the year they broke up, and his heart was as sharp as a knife. What could be more touching than such a meeting? Helpless, with An Bingyu's signature in hand, Brother Zha left the stage with random thoughts.
Awen waited for a long time, and when he saw Brother Zha come out, he was about to fight him. Brother Zha stuffed his signature into Awen's pocket and said, "Awen, I want to cry."
"Ah, no, you were insulted," Awen asked in horror.
Three black lines appeared on Brother Zha's head, and he said viciously: "Believe it or not, I will put you in a separate room with the dean of students,"
Awen was shocked and hurriedly apologized. Seeing Brother Zha's ugly face, he guessed that Brother Zha must have encountered misfortune: "Brother Zha, do you want to go have a drink?"
"No, I have to perform in the afternoon. Besides, you are no match for me in drinking." Brother Zha smiled and saw Ouyang Minmin, Lan Yuxin, and Xiao Ling'er standing in the distance. He smiled, and God was giving him a smile. When you close one window, you open another. Who says you won't be happy if you lose it.
"I saw a monkey jumping up and down from afar. Brother Zha, did you see it?" A man appeared next to Brother Zha, with a stern look like a proud knight in the Middle Ages.
"My eldest nephew is dressed like a dog today. Is he going on a date with Wangcai? Classmate Wang Xiaoli, uncle has a dollar here, take it to buy a roasted sweet potato," Brother Zha took out a dirty
The banknotes were stuffed into Wang Yu's pocket, with a look of pity on his face.
Wang Yu knew that arguing with Brother Zha would only make him angry, so he snorted and walked away with a few followers.
"Brother Zha, Wang Yu has a piano performance today," Awen said very sinisterly: "Why don't we do something on the piano to make him look embarrassed?"
Brother Zha shook his head and said: "He has already lost enough embarrassment at Feiteng's dinner. This is the school anniversary and we have to take the overall situation into consideration. But I remember that Xiaobai and Xiaowei put on a good show at the dinner. It's your attention, right?
, if we add a few more younger brothers this time, we must make all women in Jiangsu and Zhejiang avoid seeing Wang Yu from now on,"
Awen's eyes lit up and he immediately started to prepare. Brother Zha wandered around and returned to the class. He happened to see Li Jun wrestling with a boy, feeling like he was constipated.
"Come on, come on," Jiang Xiaobei, the acne brother next to him, was desperately encouraging him.
Li Jun screamed, and Yang Qi, the four-eyed boy, flattered him: "Brother Jun is awesome, Brother Jun is a strong man, Brother Jun is the incarnation of Superman,"
The one who was wrestling with Li Jun was Mu Dada, a big man from the second class of the electromechanical major. There was also a fine sweat on his forehead, which showed that he was working hard.
Brother Zha looked funny. He pulled a stool and sat next to him. Looking at the cheerleaders who were working harder than the two people competing, Brother Zha couldn't help but laugh: "Jiang Xiaobei, if you yell again, be careful of the pimples on your face."
Explode, Yang Qi, your level of flattery is too low, be careful that Li Jun will take it out on you if he loses soon,"
At this moment, Li Jun roared and fart loudly at the same time. In the surprised eyes of Jiang Xiaobei, Yang Qi and everyone... he lost.
"Brother Jun, Niubi..." Yang Qi shouted and almost bit off the base of his tongue.
Jiang Xiaobei's face was red from suppressing it just now, and now it was as pale as paper.
Brother Zha laughed loudly. Li Jun was worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger. He grabbed Brother Zha by the collar and cursed: "Long Xiaozha, why are you laughing? Are you looking down on me?"
Brother Zha pushed his hand away, still smiling: "Don't dare, don't dare,"
"You are obviously laughing at me, but you still say you don't dare. Do you want us to compete? Believe it or not, I will break your wrist," Li Jun said boldly, and Brother Zha frowned.
"Don't you dare," Yang Qi fanned the flames.
"Looking at your physique, you are no match for Brother Jun," Jiang Xiaobei chuckled and used a broken book as a fan for Li Jun.
The girls next to me looked at the frail Brother Zha, and someone laughed and said, "Li Jun, stop bullying others. If you hurt this little one, you still have to pay for the medical expenses."
Brother Zha didn't want to mess around with these idiots, but he didn't expect to be despised by a woman. He immediately became angry and stretched out his wrist and said: "Li Jun, you are a stinky piece of shit. You are a coward who doesn't dare to fight with me."
Li Jun's eyes widened. I wiped it. He was so impatient to seek death. He stretched out his hand to grab Brother Zha's hand. Following Yang Qi's order, he yelled and tried harder.