[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

Weng Yuanzhi didn't know what was going on, so he left the program group early.But now, Truman also wanted to leave, because the morning was really bad.The task of the fathers is to go to the forest to chop bamboo, which is actually fine, but the mosquitoes in the forest are simply poisonous.

However, among the four people, only Truman was bitten.

There were three more large bumps on Truman's face, and at least a dozen bites on his exposed arm.The mosquitoes in the mountains are big and poisonous, and the bites are very swollen.

Maybe it's because the boy's "child diplomacy" was well done, and the other three fathers began to show kindness to Truman, asking him to go back to the house to rest first, and stop feeding mosquitoes here.

Truman looked at the director pitifully.

The choreographer waved his hand and told Truman to go down the mountain quickly, so as not to block her eyes here.

Truman was naturally so happy, and he ran away without a trace.

Barrage--

I finally know why Uncle Chu refused to enter that thatched hut yesterday, and he had to play with the black earth buns to sell cute buns to find a homestay. It turned out that he was afraid of mosquitoes! ! !

Hahahahaha, Uncle Chu is afraid of mosquitoes!

My male god Chu really has no makeup. I didn’t even apply skin care products in the morning and sprayed sunspots. I have nothing to say now. Just look at the mosquito bites on my face. It can't be so vivid!

Uncle Chu's pitiful look, hahaha, is almost hard to see in a hundred years.

The male god runs so fast, I bet he is going to hide under the mosquito net to sleep!

……

As soon as Trumen got off the mountain, he rushed to Qingliangyou.

Danmaku also began to miss this kind of cooling oil that was necessary at home when I was a child, with the familiar packaging and formula.The live broadcast of the program group did not mosaic the cool oil, so this old brand also became popular.

After applying the cool oil, Truman took off his shoes and went to bed to hide under the mosquito net. Then, just like yesterday, he nervously began to check the mosquito net hole by hole. He checked the mosquito net three times, making the barrage really laughable.

Check the mosquito net, get out of bed and start to catch up on sleep.

The black fans who had just entered the live broadcast room began to scold Uncle Chu for playing big names again. Truman's brain-dead fans, Yan fans and true love fans are full of combat power, and their hearts are terribly distressed, saying that the male god was bitten by mosquitoes and cannot go into the forest to work.

When the sunspots heard this, they became even more energetic.

The firepower of the two sides was super fierce.

So, Truman slept comfortably, but the live broadcast room was in dire straits, boiling, very lively.

……

Truman slept for two hours. When he woke up, he saw the big electric fan next to the bed. The vibrating noise was a bit loud, but the wind was cool, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Truman got up, ready to go find the boy.As a result, Qu Su just walked in with a meal.

"Did you have fun in the morning?" Truman took the bowls and chopsticks over naturally, without feeling that there was anything wrong with being taken care of by children.

"It's not bad." The brat was very restrained, but his eyes were bright.

"Hey, it looks like you had a good time," Truman said while eating, "The sweet and sour short ribs are well done, especially the sprinkled sesame seeds, it's really delicious."

"But it's not as delicious as yours."

"Do you want more?" Truman picked up a small steak and brought it to his mouth, tempting him.

"No, I ate at my mother-in-law just now."

"Oh, the chopsticks can't hold it anymore, it's about to fall."

Qu Su bit the small rib in one bite.

Truman laughed out loud, rolling forward and backward.

Qu Su knew that he had been teased, the whole sweet and sour ribs were still wrapped in his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, but his eyes were secretly red, so he turned and left.

Fans of the barrage said that they were touched by the interaction between these two people:

The black buns are too cute, how cute are you? !

Why is it so cute, I really want to poke it

Uncle Chu is too naughty, but I really like it

……

Qu Su sat on the threshold for 10 minutes, in a daze.He thought about the past, Truman would go to the kitchen to make delicious sweet and sour short ribs, and his father always liked to tease them with sweet and sour short ribs...

When Truman passed by him and went to wash the dishes in the kitchen outside, he deliberately touched his head.

Qu Su came back to his senses, turned around and went back to the house.

When Truman finished washing the dishes and smoking a cigarette, and entered the room, Qu Su was sitting on the bed with a book in his hands.

Truman glanced at the title of the book: "From One to Infinity".

Truman was a little happy, "This book is still very good as an enlightenment reading. It was my favorite book when I was young."

Qu Su lowered his head and asked him, "Then do you remember the third part?"

"Tsk tsk, brat, test me," Truman sat on the chair beside the bed, with his long legs stretched to the edge of the bed, his arms resting on his arms, with an arrogant look like I was just trying to brag, "My My memory is no worse than yours, for the books you read, you say the page number, and Dad will recite it for you verbatim."

Qu Su said, "Page 163."

"You're kidding, you really believe it." Truman squinted at him, "The editions of the books are all different, what the hell page numbers are you memorizing?"

The barrage scoffed, but Qu Su was successfully persuaded by this logic.

"This book contains not only mathematics, but also physics, biology, astronomy and so on," Truman said, "so, if you don't understand anything, or if you are interested, you can ask me."

Barrage: Hehehe, Uncle Chu is bragging again.

But soon, the sunspots who had just bubbled up in the barrage were slapped in the face.

Because Uncle Chu really talked about infinity from one, from two-dimensional graphics to the four-dimensional world, and from microscopic genes to the macroscopic solar system.After talking about the descending ladder, I started to talk about the law of disorder, the mystery of life, and Einstein's theory of relativity.

Whatever the brat asked, Uncle Chu could answer why.

Finally, Uncle Chu recommended three enlightenment books to Qu Su, "What is Mathematics", "Adventures in the Physical World", and "Plane Country".

Uncle Chu asked, "Can you read foreign languages?"

Qu Su nodded.

"Then read the original book."

"it is good."

The barrage was once again stunned by Uncle Chu's bragging talent——

A little bit capable, as expected of the person I persevere in

Weakly ask, who read these books when they were young, no, enlightenment books! !

He also asked the children to read the original foreign language novels. Uncle Chu was so awesome.

Uncle Chu talked for more than an hour, and the postgraduate entrance examination dog was stunned. How did this kid keep up, and the questions he asked were still on point, he was simply a monster!

Although I didn't understand it very well, I think Uncle Chu's speech is really good, vivid and interesting

If Uncle Chu can't survive in the entertainment industry, he should go to the university to teach mathematics. For his good looks, he will definitely not skip classes or fail courses.

……

After the nap time was over, the program team came to distribute task cards again.

As a result, several groups of families reunited.

As soon as the four children saw Qu Su, they immediately left their father and ran over, shouting at Brother Rubik's Cube.

There were a lot of bamboos piled up in the open space, Truman saw it at a glance, touched his nose, a little guilty, and a little bit sorry.

Weng Yuanzhi slipped away, and Truman went to sleep by himself, so there were only three people left.There are so many bamboos, and we have to move down the mountain, so far away, it must have been busy for a long time.I still ran to sleep with peace of mind, this is really unreasonable.

Truman stepped forward to plead guilty seriously.

As a result, Truman was collectively ridiculed by the other three fathers.

Mainly, the image of the Truman mosquito bag is indeed a bit funny.

Logically speaking, the mosquitoes in the mountains are poisonous, and the mosquitoes are big, but they disappear quickly, but Truman has a body that is extremely sensitive to mosquitoes.Four hours have passed, and cooling oil has been applied, but the mosquito bite on his face is still quite large.

Truman cooperated and made a fuss for a while, and was a little flattered.I thought to myself, reckoning that the "kid diplomacy" of the little brat did a good job.

After exchanging pleasantries, the village chief came out to read out the task.

The afternoon task is to learn how to make bamboo products.

The program team invited an old folk artist to demonstrate the weaving of bamboo baskets on the spot.

The old man has dealt with bamboo all his life, and his hands are very fast. The children exclaimed and the adults were also amazed.

Truman asked the boy, "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

Qu Su asked, "Do you know what I say?"

Truman laughed, "Tsk tsk, there is really nothing your father and I can't do."

"Then I want a bow and arrow," Qu Su added, "the kind my father made for me."

Truman froze for a moment, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He seemed to be in a good mood, and responded with a smile, "Okay. This is simple. But, you have to go to someone's house to ask for something."

"Do you make bowstrings?"

"Ah."

"okay I know."

Barrage:

Cut, bragging is not afraid of showing off!

Heizi stick out their necks obediently, and wait to be slapped in the face by Uncle Chu!

……

Making bows and arrows is actually very simple.

Even when splitting bamboo, Truman's hands were very neat.

If it weren't for that mosquito-packed face that was unsightly, I have to say, he is really handsome.

When Qu Su came back, Truman had already prepared the bamboo slices.

"Yo, is this fishing line?" Truman just took out the lighter and was about to burn bamboo pieces to shape it.

"Well, I didn't find a more suitable one." Qu Su's voice was a little lost.

"How is it, not bad?"

Qu Su nodded, "Well, it's okay."

"Then take it to play with younger brothers and sisters later."

"it is good."

Five small bamboo bows were also quickly completed, [-] centimeters long.

Qu Su drew his bow and tried it with the blunt bamboo arrow prepared by Truman, and found that the strength was not bad, and he shot it about ten meters away.

It's just that the accuracy is not very good, and it is not usually far from the target.

The little boy hung his head.

Truman could see what the kid was thinking at a glance, "Throwing arrows is different from flat shooting. Bamboo arrows also have a different sense of weight. If you think about it carefully, you can't find the feel, just let it go."

The little boy's eyes lit up again.

Barrage:

What is it called, I really can’t find the feel, just forget it!

Kneel down to Uncle Chu.

Uncle Chu is really logical

The key point is that the black earth bun actually thinks that Uncle Chu's words are very reasonable! !

These two people have a better understanding than father and son, and from the beginning to the end, they are inexplicably ruthless

Yes, Uncle Chu and the black buns are in the same frame, so warm~

Sure enough, mathematics and physics are useful

But no, this will come in handy

……

Qu Su called the four little cute babies over with serious faces.

The four children looked at the bow and arrow on the ground eagerly, but obediently did not reach out to take it.

Qu Su began to lecture, and set discipline with the four children seriously with a cold face,

This is what Uncle Chu requested. After all, bows and arrows can hurt people.

But Truman didn't expect that the brat had such a strong aura, and he acted so solemnly.

After the training, Qu Su asked imposingly, "Can it be done!"

"can."

"louder!"

"can!"

The four children held their heads high unconsciously.

"Very good. Take them one by one in order."

The adults watching laughed and bent over.

The barrage began to swipe the screen hahaha:

Heitubaozi will definitely be a soldier in the future.

No, the black country bun must be an instructor.

……

Truman thought of the old man again, and his mind was in a trance.