The Midnight Owl

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Five people jumped out of the owl, and one of them hung on the tree in unison.

"Don't watch the excitement, hurry up and save me!" He didn't even dare to move his fingers on the four-meter-high tree branch, for fear of breaking the balance of force.

"Wait, I'll find a stationery to pick you up." Li Xia raised his arm seriously, and stroked the arm that had nothing.

"..." Qi Shan wanted to jump down and smash him to death.

"Is it done?" Li Zijin asked Han Buting, feeling uncertain in a daze.

Han Buting opened the WeChat group on his mobile phone, and the first message was also asked cautiously by a friend—successful?

Then there was Captain Xu’s quick answer—before five o’clock, the 13 yuan owl jade was completely destroyed, what do you think?

There is also a wicked smile expression pack at the back.

So far, the WeChat group of Owl Walking Beijing Branch, which has not been established for a week, has been frantically swiped.It took less than half a minute after it came out, and the screen was full of "hahahaha" and "laughing emoticons" of various styles, genders, and species, exploding into a sea of ​​magic.

Li Zijin looked at Le and made a sound, feeling relieved, and finally dared to ask: "What the hell did I dream about?"

He also didn't expect that he would be the one staying in the dark cell this time, but he had no idea what kind of nightmare he had, and when he woke up, he only felt messed up and even more disturbed.

Fortunately, his teammates succeeded, otherwise he would be a sinner.

"What did you dream about?" Li Xia said meaningfully, "I have to ask Qi Shan about this."

Li Zijin raised his head, the moon hung in the sky, and the moon hung on the tip of the tree.

"Your Millennium Falcon!" Qi Shan couldn't wait to claim credit, but at the critical moment, he was a little shy as a fan, and his voice lowered in the second half, "And my Tetris."

Li Zi was stunned: "Your, Tetris?"

If Qi Shan got closer, he could catch the dangerously rising tail, but he hung too high.

"Didn't think of it, let me tell you, I didn't think of it either. It took me a long time to find out that the operating system is so fucking familiar! Then when the metal plate was removed, we drove your Millennium Falcon! Guess the source of the fear is who?"

"You." Li Zijin had no expression on his face.

Qi Shan supplemented the emotions he lacked. He was shy for a while, excited for a while, and made up for it in excess: "Why do you think we are so destined? We can bump into such an unpopular game! At that time, I had to know that the Millennium Falcon was You, how can I go back and kill you, I can lift a big sedan chair to send you to the top of the list!"

Li Zijin: "..."

Qi Shan: "It's a pity that I can't record it. I played that game very well just now. I'm too familiar with Tetris routines. It's like playing with it. It can be regarded as indirectly helping you revenge, right?"

Li Zijin walked under the tree and opened his arms: "Come down."

His figure is still young and thin, he looks like a younger brother trying to catch his older brother, Qi Shan was afraid that he would smash his idol: "You let Yan Ge come here."

Li Zijin didn't move, and looked up at him: "It's okay, come down, I have something to talk to you."

Qi Shan's heart beat faster, he reached out his hand to touch the hooked piece of clothing on his back, pulled it down without hesitation, and his body fell freely.

Li Zijin was finally shaken by the impact and fell to the ground, but the moment Qi Shan threw himself on him, he folded his arms and tightly protected him.

The two fell together and were both safe and sound.

Qi Shan let himself be pressed on top of his idol, and was so happy that he had nothing to ask for in his life: "What do you want to tell me?"

Li Zijin was as calm as an emotionless killer: "You have been expelled from fandom."

At the same time, Zhu Mo, who was far away in Guizhou, received a private WeChat message——

hbt: success?

The wechat group was full of excitement, and this person asked him alone...

If it weren't for the status of "the one being teased", Zhu Mo would really like to teach Han Buting how to strike up a conversation.

Zou Jun saw that he was looking at the phone delicately, and glanced at the screen casually: "Very...perverted? Who is this person?"

Zhu Mo was taken aback. Usually when someone he didn't know well was added, he would change the remarks of the other party to their real name for easy identification.When modifying this one, because he was worried that the other party would send something that should not be posted one day, which would cause misunderstanding, he made an extra detour, and the remark became an acronym.

Now, he feels guilty.

Zou Jun just asked casually, turned around and rushed to the emoticon pack battle with her mobile phone in her arms.

Zhu Mo changed Han Buting's note back, hesitated, and sent a reply: Yes.

Ordinary people, seeing such a word, should understand the meaning.

But Captain Han is not an ordinary person.

Han Buting: Wrong post?

Zhu Mo's heart is tired, even more tiring than breaking through the barrier: no.

Han Buting: I am very happy.

"..." Zhu Mo felt a subtle oppressive feeling of being commented by the old professor.

Han Buting: Wait for me.

After a few minutes.

Han Buting: Okay, let's continue.

Zhu Mo became curious: What did you do?

Han Buting: Cancel your WeChat account.

red and black:? ?

Zhu Mo: Are you chatting with me?

Han Buting: Now we are talking about the large account, but we are canceling the small account.

Zhu Mo: Why do you want to log out?

It's not surprising that one person has multiple WeChat IDs. What Zhu Mo Nao didn't understand was, why did he suddenly want to log out of the trumpet while he was talking to himself?

Han Buting: If you are willing to chat with me on a tuba, then you don’t need a trumpet.

"..." He understood now.

Han Buting: When I go back later, I will send you my resume. If you think it is ok, we will proceed to the next step.

CV?Next step?Seeing that Zhu Mo knew every word, he was confused when they combined it. He couldn't think about it carefully. When he thought about it, he seemed to see a big pit, and a chilly wind was blowing from the bottom of the pit.

Han Buting: You, you should understand what I mean, right?

Zhu Mo took a deep breath, the air of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau finally calmed him down: Actually, he doesn't really understand.

He doesn't want to know about his height, hometown, hobbies, professional experience and all possible weird information!

Han Buting: All right.You go back to the hotel first, get a good night's sleep, the days ahead will be long.

Sitting in the back row of the taxi together, Zou Jun saw Zhu Mo pressing the phone very seriously. On the screen was the WeChat page to modify the name of the note. The original note had been deleted, and Zhu Mo was typing in the new three words—very abnormal.

"That's right, it's so straightforward to change Chinese." Zou Jun saw hbt last time, but this time he saw it very abnormally. He didn't know that he had missed a change in the middle.

Han Buting, who was far away in Guangdong, didn't know that he had a name for a short time before becoming abnormal.

If there is any team that is serious about breaking through this night, it must be the Colorful Charge Yahui Boys team. At 4:37, the story line is progressing to the point where the handsome senior b’s mother comes to the school to find a teacher, and reports the bad boy D for taking her child. In a word.

After being ejected, the first thing Captain Yahui did was to reprimand him, berating him sincerely: "Scumbag!"

The plot staff who played the handsome senior B was an innocent team who didn't know the truth.They endured the mental illness of two opponents for one night, especially himself, who was forced by the plot to accompany the delinquent boy D to plan ktv time and time again. This boyfriend is comparable to a laborer, and he ended up with such a reputation ?

Besides...

"This is the plot that you guys came up with!" The screenwriter dumped the blame on the actors, what logic!

But the two opponents didn't care about them at all. The ten of them hugged each other, screaming and dancing, as happy as a wedding best man group.

The handsome senior b also owed it, so he couldn't help being curious, so he asked, "What are you guys enjoying? What succeeded?"

"Senior," the delinquent boy D Xiaojiuhong, still retains the customary address, "From now on, you, us, and all the people in the first thirteen levels will no longer have to enter the owl!"

The handsome senior b and his teammates, five of them in unison, took half a step back, turned around and stopped a taxi.

Crazy, absolutely.

The Yueshuai team and the broom team, both in Henan but in different cities, were talking on the phone at this time.

Yue Shuai: "How do you plan to celebrate?"

Captain Broom: "Later, open the door earlier, and have a bowl of Hu spicy soup."

Yue Shuai: "If you are promising, you just know how to eat. Can't you be healthier and slimmer?"

Captain Broom: "For example?"

Yue Shuai: "Like traveling, I finally have the time and the mood, so I don't need to run around, take this opportunity to go around Henan."

The broom captain: "I've come here so many times, I really haven't turned around. Do you want to go to Luoyang to see peonies, or Kaifeng to find Bao Zheng? We will accompany you."

Yue Shuai: "Songshan Shaolin Temple."

Captain Broom: "..."

The two captains, Fu Wenqing and Wang Duanran, one in Hunan and the other in Jiangxi, reacted exactly the same after the ejection—calm, looking up at the sky, like a philosopher.

The teammates of the two teams had to suppress the urge to celebrate, and asked cautiously: "Captain, what are you thinking?"

Fu Wenqing raised his head and didn't move. He actually thought a lot, but in the end, he only said one sentence, with a calmness that penetrated life and death: "In this life, I mean in this life, don't let me see flying chess again. .”

With curly hair on his face, Wang Duanran recalled the big pumpkin that had been sitting all night, and his eyes longed: "I want to drink pumpkin porridge."

They have the joy of success in their hearts, but this joy is covered by greater peace and tenderness.The tranquility comes from the nightmare that is finally over, from the return to normal life, and from the trivial but precious fireworks.

At 4:37 Beijing time, the city will wake up in two hours.

Mao Qiping would bring his wife's favorite food home early, and would soon know that he needed to find another job.President Chi will start a busy day, and in the near future, he will receive a notice of disbandment of the Beijing Branch of Owl Walking.