Zongman: Became the owner of Uesugi at the beginning

Xia Ge replied with a normal face: "Today my brother-in-law ordered one for his engagement with Sister Ying, so I will drop by..."

Erika interrupted him, "Your next sentence must make me call and ask if I don't believe it. And you must have stayed with Yuan Zhisheng today, this should be true.

But you are absolutely guilty, so even at the risk of being exposed, you still have to give me a symbolic gift, saying, did you go to the club. "

Xia Ge said calmly: "It's too hypothetical."

Erika sneered: "Still arguing? You didn't scold me when you entered the room today. I was eating while doing my homework."

This is too abnormal. In the past, in order to cultivate himself into an independent girl in the new era, this guy sometimes acted like a chatterbox, but today he ignored such an important issue.And she knew that with the other party's eyesight, she might still deliberately ignore it, which was weird, extremely weird.

Xia Ge's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm. Even if the other party had figured him out, he must be prepared if he dared to give a gift.

I saw someone pull out an invoice with embarrassment on his face, "I was a little tired after fishing today, and the crow asked me to press my feet, so I went. But I promise I didn't go to the top floor, and the amount and time are right."

Erika took the invoice and looked at it carefully for a while, then took out her mobile phone and asked Yuan Zhisheng and the front desk of the clubhouse for confirmation, and after a while she said suspiciously: "Is that why I wronged you?"

"It's true, I'm not a scumbag."

Erika grabbed Xia Ge by the collar and walked into the bedroom.

"Wait until I see if today's amount is right, you haven't passed the test yet."

Today in Tokyo, the moon is dark and the wind is high. In a resplendent leisure club, the crow is drunk lying on the deck chair, and Kazama Ruri next to him is drinking a small wine in melancholy. He was easily found by a guy today, and then easily In the end, he also learned a shocking secret about himself that was useless.

……

"Hello, is this the Gaotianyuan clubhouse?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"Is there a very, very, very beautiful man coming to your place today?"

"Oh, yes! Do you know his name?"

"Don't get excited, I should ask you this question."

"Sorry, we are anonymous here, hello, are you still listening?"

Chapter 130 Seven: Being Seriously Ill, I Choose to Be a Wandering Painter

What is youth.

Is it like the dew in the morning, the past days are full of bitterness?

Or is it the spring breeze and the sound of horseshoes?

Or if you are singing to your friends, what is life like?

Someone doesn't know, but if given the chance to do it all over again, he just wants to say:

You don't have to.

"Student Uesugi Xiage has already sprinted for the third year of high school. The teacher does not have the energy to take special care of individual students. Studying is your own business, and the college entrance examination is also your own business. You have to be responsible for your own life.

No one can save you if you give up on yourself, I've called you twice.If you don't know this question, just say it directly, please don't waste everyone's time, okay? said a middle-aged woman in baggy tracksuit.

It turns out that seniors in most places are incredibly nervous.

There is no slim business attire, no pretty face, and no soft-spoken persuasion. The woman's complexion is sallow from lack of sleep, her eyelids are loose and drooping, and her hairline is dangerous.

Uesugi Hage, Sobu High student.

"Sorry teacher, I was looking for ideas just now." Xia Ge replied calmly, then got up and picked up chalk on the blackboard to solve the problem. He still had a little impression of the second-round trigonometric function.

"Fairy..."

"How could I not have an impression of him."

"This guy is already in his third year of high school, does he still have time to wash his face properly?"

Whispering among the students came from below, the middle-aged math teacher turned his head and called out a word of silence, and then checked the problem-solving steps on the blackboard from top to bottom.

"It's okay, remember to pay attention in class later."

The teacher nodded, it was quite satisfactory, but by the way, the steps were not negligent, then there is no problem, the college entrance examination is the most taboo to play monsters.Because the time for the marking teacher to pass a paper is very short.

Xia Ge turned around and sat back in his seat with the eyes of the whole class, and cast his gaze out of the window. The cherry blossoms in the courtyard were about to wither, and the juniors who were taking physical education had changed into their sports shorts. It seemed that spring was about to pass.

The operating system randomly sets the initial identity, the first time is a wandering orphan, the second time is a novice pirate, the third time is a solitary hunter, and now it is an ordinary student.

It was superfluous, and he knew that he shouldn't have expectations for additional services. After two months of rest, Xia Ge started a new journey. He never expected to go back to his third year of high school.

Sequence 5 - Hell Painter

【Peak to the top】: Become a top painter.

【Self-discretion】: Create a work that satisfies you.

[Hell comes]: A great work might as well reflect reality.

[Immersive]: Spread fear.

After the promotion of Sequence 5, it focuses on the destruction of the world. The places in the landscape painting can be torn and collapsed after the painting is completed. It cannot be repaired and cannot exist. The scope is limited by the person.The figure painting will seal it after the target responds.

Dinglingling... the teacher continued to lecture as if he didn't hear it, and after more than ten minutes, he reluctantly walked off the podium. A small half of the students in the classroom went to participate in the club activities in the afternoon, and the rest were still sitting in place studying.

Xia Ge also left the classroom with the flow of people, and everyone around him couldn't help but stay away from him a little bit. In the third-year office of the teaching building, someone pushed the door and walked in, and saw a woman with rolled up sleeves happily hanging a Seven Star cigarette. She was wearing a small suit. And the high heels are famous beauties in the school. If it is not because of excessive violence, there should be many suitors.

"Cough cough, remember to knock on the door first when students come in next time." Hiratsuka Jing saw someone coming in and was so frightened that she almost choked up tears from the smoke. Smoking is harmful to teachers' morality, but she would have given up if she could.

"Hiratsuka Shizuka is the teacher, and I am a student in your class." Xia Ge found a chair and sat down, being the teacher here means the class teacher.

"Yes, is it?" Shizuka Hiratsuka wanted to hide her embarrassment with a laugh, but after being reminded by the other party, she had some impressions of being a model. newborn.

However, while teaching Mandarin, I will choose a lighter life guidance.After all, the position of class teacher is too unfriendly to young women.But before that, she was paying attention to every student in the class.

"How are you doing recently? Is there a lot of pressure in the third year of high school? I can talk to the teacher about anything." Shizuka Hiratsuka said softly. The mental state of students approaching the college entrance examination is very important, and even she is rarely cheerful.

"I'm dropping out of school."

Lai Lai's wind sounded, followed by a muffled sound, and finally the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground. Hiratsuka Jing grinned and got up from the ground. The pain from her back and chest made her frown.

"Boy, what's the matter with you!"

"Teacher, you were the one who wanted to hit me first. Anyone who sees such a big fist will be scared. It's just an instinctive reaction." Xia Ge pretended to help her sit on the chair.

"I just wanted to scare you, bastard."

Otherwise, why would you be able to get up...Xiager replied perfunctorily: "Sorry..."

Regarding corporal punishment, if he is a teacher, he should raise his hand to support it, and if he is a student, he should firmly oppose it. There are some things that cannot be right or wrong, but it is definitely a matter of position.

"I don't think you look mentally unhealthy. Tell me why. Now it's almost time for you. I have to be responsible to you."

Hiratsuka clutched her chest and said, this guy is quite energetic, like a rabbit, he actually kicked her out.Sure enough, the biggest enemy of karate is the attack of bricks and Wang Baquan.

"The cancer is terminal, it's hopeless." Xia Ge regretted, with just the right amount of strength and pain on his face.

Hiratsuka Shizuka blinked first, then sneered: "Do you really think I'm stupid?"

This is too far-fetched, she will be [-] in two or three years, and she has never heard such an outrageous reason. It's not that the teacher has never been a student. Doesn't this guy feel alienated, saying that he has cancer or something.

"Is there a report from the hospital?"

Xia Ge suddenly coughed violently, and the sleeve used to cover his mouth was stained red with a small pool of blood, and there were even dark sputum on it.

Hiratsuka was stunned, then quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed the emergency number of the hospital.

"In the last two months of my life, I want to spend the remaining time as a wandering painter. Youth is often full of accidents, isn't it?"

……

In the evening, the setting sun was like blood, the principal and the dean stood at the door watching Xia Ge leave Sobu High School, Hiratsuka Shizuka originally wanted to collect donations from the society, or simply pay this huge sum of money by himself.

But some diseases have no cure, and there is actually no need to call an ambulance.Not even a schoolteacher driving a sports car can save a sick boy.

The principal was afraid that the news would spread, and besides, if someone stayed in the future, he might not be in the school in the future. After hinting that he could secretly grant a graduation certificate in advance, he quickly completed all the procedures with the active cooperation of someone. Sometimes it can be very troublesome at school.

Hiratsuka lay quietly on the roof of the school, decadently opening a can of beer taken from the car refrigerator. Today she ushered in a huge setback in her educational career.

Chapter 130 Eight Startup Funds

Dusk falls on the corner of the street, crowds try to hide before the darkness comes, and ghostly things cross Yin and Yang to step into the present world.

"Young, you look so unique, little thing."

Xia Ge, who had just left Zongwu High School, kicked the centipede wrapped around the electric pole. It was huge, with the same number of eyes on its back, with abstract colors, and was still muttering before being kicked off.

The people around cast surprised glances. These days, there are fewer and fewer venting their anger at the telephone poles. I didn't expect this young man in school uniform to be so... uncivilized...

A demon is a monster on the other side generated by people's negative emotions, which cannot be seen or touched by ordinary people.But demons will in turn aggravate people's evil thoughts, and severe cases will lead to death. In addition to being beheaded by gods and artifacts, they are also afraid of the clean water in the shrine.

Of course, The End Walker's burial ability works just as well.

Xia Ge continued to walk on the path, relying on the perception that enveloped the entire city, he roughly guessed the appearance of this world, but the other side has nothing to do with it for the time being, becoming a top painter is the top priority. power of the world.

It was already evening when I arrived at the nearest antique street. For shops, places like intersections have more traffic and are more eye-catching. Of course, there are also problems with parking.

There are many small stalls on both sides of the Antique Street. Usually, a long table is set up horizontally and covered with a layer of cloth to start a business. It is difficult to make money steadily by picking up antiques. Anyway, Xia Ge has no To be sure, no matter how good he is in his eyes, it is useless without the corresponding reserve knowledge.

So he took out a jade plate finger from the space and planned to sell it. The southern part of the empire paid tribute to many of these things. After the corruption, it was actually not as important as food.

Xia Ge walked into the bottom merchant antique shop at the entrance of the street. On the left side were all kinds of antiques, some of which were still stained with traces of mud. It's a gift.

If it was in ancient times, there must have been a few strong men at the door, but now it is a society ruled by law, and there are only middle-aged men behind the mahogany counter in the shop. He is lying on a rocking chair and rubbing walnuts with a brush.

"Welcome." The man said weakly, his place has not been opened for three years, and it has been open for three years.

Moreover, big customers have fixed contact methods and channels, and regular customers also gather together to eat and talk, so individual customers who walk directly into the store seldom get decent business, but even if they come in to take pictures, he will not rush .

"Excuse me..." Xia Ge went to the counter and sat down, looked at the mahogany table a few more times, and then put the wrench on a piece of cloth.

The man regained his energy, put down the walnuts, moved the chair and looked at it intently. After a while, he took out a few gadgets from the drawer, and took the time to fiddle with the phone twice.

"The new product that has just been ground is very similar to Hetian jade, but the material is obviously different. It seems that there is no such thing in the market. It can only be classified as miscellaneous jade, but it is shiny and beautiful, with cracks, which is normal. After all, ten materials Nine cracks, but cracks are rare like flying birds, the raw material should be very large, even if a master points it out to achieve a level close to nature, it will take a lot of trial and error, and finally cut it off, lavish, wasting so much just to get it A novelty should be something specially given away.”

Speaking of which, the man leaned back slightly in astonishment.

"What's the matter..." Xia Ge asked boringly. The other party watched it for nearly 10 minutes and gave a lot of comments. It's not like he knew that the finger pull was white.

The man picked up his finger and said, "This material seems to be freshly ground, and it hasn't been panned for a long time. But now that the technology is advanced, it is not possible to use a master craftsman to make marks. Because I can tell the artificiality, it should be ancient. Probably only a modern imitation, or an imitation clearly out of date."

Xia Ge applauded with great interest: "Good acting..."