76. Chapter 76 74 Successful Sophistry and Failed Pulling

Author: Mijiang failed

Chapter 76 74. Successful Sophistry and Failed Pulling

The first time you felt that your heart would stop beating at any time, when did it start?

Have you ever seen your mother kissing a man you don’t know?

Did you see your father cutting off the leg of a yellow-haired uncle who was usually very friendly to you in the big yard?

Or did Master trip a 300-pound strong man and break his joints? Then he turned his back on her and said in a low voice: "No matter how powerful a thing is, if its balance is destroyed, it will destroy itself."

Did she hear her father say that she was just a bastard and leave her to fend for herself?

No,

Tomorrow will be Poch’s first time,

None of the previous shocks made her feel like she was at this moment.

So scared.

Those who are born with a lack of awe are no different from those who are aspiring to the wrong and afraid of authority.

She is not the kind of person who would be at a loss when seeing the person she likes disappoint her.

But when she faced the god-like gaze, the nameless fear suddenly gripped her heart, her head buzzed, and her east joints felt cold and hard.

She couldn't describe what was contained in the fear that made her hold her breath and make her heart beat violently.

She knew that if Dong answered a sentence correctly, her current happy life would be shattered and gone forever.

Why don't you laugh first and get angry first?

Be angry, sir. The way Zhu Qi was misunderstood must be right!

Pochi frowned slightly, resisted the urge to look away, and puffed up his cheeks.

"He wants to know what will happen to me, Ah Shui, tomorrow?! I have never snored before, so why am I snoring tomorrow? Are you feeling unwell? If you get caught in the rain, there is a high chance of having a fever in the morning?"

The two looked at each other silently, one with a ruthless look and the other with a bit of sadness.

A minute later, Asama closed his eyes, and Pochi hid his panic in his eyes, probably following the tricks of criminals, thieves, and Han Yi.

But Pochi's eyes were really fixed on his forehead just now. Asama's throat was a little dry and she walked up and touched her forehead with her legs. She didn't have a fever.

To be on the safe side, he went to the kitchen to take out the cold medicine from the medicine box and took one.

"Pochi."

Asama stopped Pochi from fetching water,

"What's wrong, Ah Shui?"

"Let him breathe a sigh of relief."

"ah?"

Asama looked at Poch, his expression still serious,

Pochi reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief. It tasted a little sweet, but did not have a strong toothpaste smell.

Qianjian couldn't help but pick up the true wisdom star. That thing is really nerve-wracking.

When Dong Wu passed by the convenience store, he should have bought an umbrella before going home.

What I thought after walking behind the □□□star was not true. I was already getting wet anyway, so there was no need to waste 500 yen. Besides, I just had to run fast enough. The rain I got soaked in in a short period of time might be better than the rain.

The umbrella was blown away by the wind and there was very little rain.

Originally, Bo Qifu came here to care about his health.

Just now, he actually judged that Boqi would forcefully kiss him while he was sleeping. He was really overflowing with self-consciousness.

The lemon-mint flavor in his mouth that day was very much the same as before. With an intelligence of 6, he actually felt that Nobochi had given it to him.

If you don't have to ask for it, don't ever bring that thing with you again. It's too stupid.

The only benefit is that the quality of sleep has actually improved. I go to bed at 10 o'clock and wake up at 3 o'clock, and my body is much less tired.

No, Asama's mental fatigue has never been relieved. The double BUFF of INFP and Gemini makes Asama's self-loathing particularly strong.

Seeing Qianjian's silence, Pochi drank some water guiltily and asked,

"Ah Shui? Is it really okay? Can you please take a day off tomorrow? Many people's colds will be delayed by a day, such as Porchi-chan in the TV animation."

"He shouldn't be sick. It's normal for him to snore while sleeping. Let me go to bed. We'll get up early and help make breakfast together."

"Ouch!"

Pochi, who was granted amnesty, first tried to touch Asama's forehead, but when he was slapped away, he immediately jumped on the bed and continued to fall asleep.

He silently remembered in his heart that if Ah Shui went to bed early, his lips would be the nuclear button. Never, never touch it again.

Asama was too lazy to care about Pochi. After drinking another glass of water, he walked to the desk and walked on the chair.

Wearing headphones and continuing to listen to Bach, at the same time, he pulled out a collection of Philippe Charles Jacquet's lonely landscape paintings from the bookshelf to heal his recent mental damage.

If Hopper, the American painter whom Immortal River once liked, can be said to be the master of urban loneliness, then Jacquette can be regarded as the lonely weirdo of the wilderness school.

Asama looked at all the lonely boats in Jacquette's paintings with a tragic gaze.

Su Shi once wrote when he was drunk: "I always regret that this life is not his, when will I forget to camp. The wind is quiet at night and the grain is flat. The boat will pass away from now on, and the rivers and seas will spend the rest of my life."

He was indeed talking drunkenly,

Those lonely boats are qualified to live peacefully in a small lake with calm waves, but they are not qualified to ride the wind and waves in the sea.

But that’s also a kind of life, isn’t it?

On Thursday, June 23, the weather turned cloudy and sunny.

At 4:30 in the morning, Asama took another nap to recover physically and mentally.

He got up from the sofa and took a look at Pochi, who was sleeping soundly.

Asama walked into the bathroom, took out two guns from the toilet sink, threw the plastic bags into the toilet, and put the two dry and cold antique leg guns into a black cross-body bag.

When I held two guns in my legs, the memories of my whole life came back to me. I was holding a Beretta Levi, which model I don’t know, a Glock, and I was holding an ebony and red ivory gun.

Ding, it seems that neither of them is a double gunner.

In this life, I am just wasting my time in some non-common sense scripts that they make fun of.

Asama resisted the urge to look at the mirror with both guns and "biubiubiu".

Wearing the mask, he carried the flattened empty schoolbag on his back, and then put on a light sweatshirt with a hood. He put it on the hood and blended himself into the shadows.

Asama walked gently to the security door and set off when the sky just showed a little dawn from dark blue.

Tomorrow, Asama made an appointment with Takishima to dispose of the gun, so Asama decided to take a short walk and put the location at Iikura Park, 5-chome, Azabu-ku.

That park is about 300 meters away from where I live, and there are a lot of benches where I can walk. But the key thing is, there are not many cameras, and there are not many people there in the early morning.

When I walked to the park, I immediately saw a man wearing a horse headband walking on a swing not far away.

He was the only one in the entire park, so it seemed that he was definitely Takishima.

Asama saw the horse's face turning towards him. Asama took out his hand and calmly called:

"Hey, what the hell is that guy doing?"

"If he doesn't call me that guy, please call him BoJack, Kaneki Ken-kun."

".I will stand out more like that."

"But there are a lot of people wearing this popular model that sells over 1,000 yuan a month on the Internet. By the way, Kaneki Ken-kun, won't my friend come in person?"

"He has some social fears, so why don't he do it for him?"

Asama walked up to the horse-headed man Takishima and handed him the black satchel.

Takishima took it with a smile, pinched it from the outside of the bag, and said,

"That's right Kaneki Ken-kun. He knows very well what's included in the insurance. There are two books in it."

"I can take it out and have a look. I believe I will like it."

Takishima Yiyan took out the book and read the east cover, "The Complete Works of Chinese Writer Bi Dong's Dog·Zai".

I couldn't help but turn to the catalog page, P1, Lao She's "Morning of the Dog", P6, Ji Xianlin's "An Old Dog", P13, Ba Jin's "Dog", P15, Liang Shiqiu's "Dog".

"It looks very good, thank you Kaneki Ken-kun, then, let's do that for now."

Even with his horse face, he could see Takishima's smiling face. Asama waved his legs politely, walked around the blind spot of the camera, took off his sweater and hat, stuffed them into his empty school bag, and suddenly appeared in a red

Wearing a mask, Asama wandered outside for half an hour. When the orange sky covered the building in front of her, Asama went to a convenience store to buy a few cans of soda and put them in her backpack, then slowly returned to the apartment.

When Asama was buying soda, he counted some of his property. Not counting the 900 million given by the Konoe family, he had 12 million yen in his card.

Although Takishima helped me apply for the card more than a month ago, and the transfer limit is very high, it would be troublesome for the IRS to check the source of income.

After all, in Tokyo, my income of more than 10 million yuan is subject to the 33% tax rate, and it is very unlicensed.

If the money is not donated by them, a certain amount of tax will also need to be paid.
To be continued...