Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Li Weijun was naturally unaware of the shock and astonishment of the onlookers behind him. At this moment, Li Weijun was immersed in the joy of breaking through his physical limits, climbing up himself, and running at lightning speed.

Apart from anything else, Li Weijun always felt that he had an endless supply of strength bursting through his limbs and bones, warming and nourishing his body, without any subsequent sequelae of weakness and flabbyness.

Maybe except for some specific things that they want to be done slowly, men have an indescribable fascination with speed in other things.

To drive a car with sufficient horsepower, it must be a manual transmission, so that you can feel the speed and passion of swinging the accelerator with your arm.

Li Weijun didn't take the fact that he might have broken the world track and field record unknowingly seriously.

In times of peace and prosperity, fancy sports can serve as some embellishment to add to the beauty of the event, and everyone is enthusiastic about them.

But at this moment, guns are the hard truth. No matter how well you play football or how many World Cup trophies you win, you are still just an ordinary athlete.

To act pretentiously in front of a great country simply means that one has no idea of ​​one's own weight.

Athletes are like beauties; when they are praised, you become glorious and world-famous; when they are not praised, you become a pile of glass shards.

After finally arriving at the guesthouse, Li Weijun took a cold shower and was about to go to the front hall to have dinner and go to bed early.

Who would have thought that before I could even take a few bites of the rice, I looked up and saw Ji Xiaotao, who was mumbling something with her little mouth held back her breath, walking towards me with a draft of a drawing in her hand.

"You are such an unreasonable person. You kept others waiting while you were talking halfway through the day, and you kept your words to yourself..."

Li Weijun turned his head away and chewed his food in big mouthfuls, feeling very unhappy.

Humbly ask for advice with this attitude?

This girl still hasn't realized her identity. She is so stupid and has no brains. To get a masterpiece like Doraemon for free without paying any price is just wishful thinking.

Li Weijun is still clear-headed on this point. Let alone saying that you look like Bai Jie, even if Teacher Youya comes to visit him in person, Li Weijun will not give in.

So after coughing, he closed the door and said, "Miss Ji, I'm afraid you've made a mistake. I'm not your teacher, let alone your private tutor. You have no right to ask me to tell you everything I know. I'm going to have a meal now, and then I'm going to take a bath. If you don't mind, you can come with me."

"Take a bath? I'll follow you? You're despicable and vulgar!"

Ji Xiaotao never expected that Li Weijun would say such shameless words.

In response, Li Weijun shook his head.

Being able to attend the National University's Academy of Fine Arts, Ji Xiaotao's background must be extraordinary. Such a young lady from a rich family is full of arrogance.

But Li Weijun couldn't stand the man's temper, as he acted so arrogantly even when asking for help from others.

Damn it, except for those barbarians like Sakura and Europa next door who like to pay attention to bloodline.

Our great China has never been sensitive to bloodline. How can kings, princes, generals and ministers be of different races?

I wiped my mouth with a handkerchief and was just about to enjoy a bath when I heard noise outside the door again.

There was the sound of clanging footsteps, and several armed guards surrounded a gray-haired old man and walked slowly towards them.

At first, Li Weijun thought that some important person came to the guesthouse to rest. When he took a look at the bright wheat ears on his shoulders, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Just as he was about to look away, the gray-haired old man saw Li Weijun who was having a meal, and his brows suddenly lifted in joy. He said in surprise: "Xiao Zhao, it's him, that's the man."

"Ah? Don't make fun of me, old man."

Seeing this group of people coming straight towards him, it would be a lie for Li Weijun to say that he did not feel guilty.

I was thinking to myself, could it be that someone saw me using the portable space to install a refrigerator and turn on the TV?

That shouldn't be the case. There's no one living in the wilderness, and Li Weijun has sharp observation skills, so it's impossible for him to leak the secret.

Immediately afterwards, before Li Weijun could react at all, the guards rushed up to him: "Comrade, our leader wants to see you. Excuse me..."

The sudden change made not only Li Weijun but even the waiters at the front desk stunned. They were about to stop the mediation and investigate the situation.

But looking at the tall and burly guard, and then at the plain-looking old man with the rank of wheat-ear star, the little girl swallowed and chose to remain silent.

Seeing this group of people staring at him covetously and threatening him, Li Weijun swallowed his saliva and was ready to take out the Hanyang rifle in the space and fight to the death at any time.

He glanced at the surrounding environment out of the corner of his eye and quickly thought of a response strategy in his mind.

If someone were caught with this inexplicable magical prop called portable space, there would be a real risk of being used as a guinea pig for sliced ​​​​and research.

Wormhole compression and transportation can be regarded as a powerful weapon in this era. Li Weijun did not dare to gamble on human nature. He was even mentally prepared to escape, change his identity, and wander overseas.

No matter what, he cannot be captured and studied at will, otherwise the experience of being unable to live or die would be something Li Weijun could not endure at all.

Unexpectedly, the amiable old man saw Li Weijun was frightened and quickly reprimanded the guards who surrounded him: "What are you doing, Xiao Zhao? You are still young and energetic. Didn't I say before I came that I would treat young comrades as honored guests and treat them well? How could you be so fierce and ferocious, as if you were going to kidnap someone? This is a bad habit. You must correct it when you go back."

The leading guard saw this and apologized immediately, forcing out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Comrade, don't be afraid. We were reckless. I hope you can understand our difficulties. The old commander called us at the last minute and asked us to drive a truck from the tent to find this place. I thought they were going to arrest some vicious criminals. This is a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. Family members don't recognize each other."

"Driving a truck along the way to find out?"

Li Weijun was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Although he was puzzled, he relaxed a lot.

Judging from the situation, it seems that the order this group of people received was not to arrest me. In other words, the fact that I used my personal space was not discovered by outsiders.

Thinking of this, his tense mood suddenly eased, and he looked up at the smiling old leader in confusion: "Old sir, you have mobilized so many people and made such a big scene, do you want to talk to me about something?"

Looking at the suspicious Li Weijun, Hu Dingguo smiled more brightly, leaned down, and patted Li Weijun on the shoulder: "My friend, if I saw it correctly just now, it should be you who ran all the way here, right?"