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Zhuang Yi said blankly: "Brother Lu, if you are threatened by someone, just blink."

Lu Mianzhi: "..."

Lu Mianzhi ignored him.

After Zhuang Yi finished speaking, he also felt mentally retarded.

Who can threaten them Brother Lu?

Zhuang Yi threw the room key to Qin Yizhou: "You go in first, I'll go to the front desk."

This mixed martial arts gym in N City is semi-public and semi-private.

People who are new to fighting culture and those who just want to understand fighting culture can sign up for classes here, or watch fighting competitions held from time to time.

And those who have already participated in fighting competitions, and those who are judged by the staff to be able to practice on their own, can become members of the fighting gym and book a single room.

Zhuang Yi's father had some friendship with the curator of the fighting gym in private. When the gym was built, he invested a lot of money in it.

Zhuang Yi also got some special treatment because of this, no need to book, he has his own suite.

Zhuang Yi went to the front desk to get water and called Fang Ziyu.

The two held four bottles of water each and walked side by side.One was trying to hold back a laugh, the other was extremely depressed, and neither of them spoke.

In the end, Zhuang Yi couldn't hold his breath, and sighed faintly.

Zhuang Yi's sigh seemed to materialize, and he pressed Fang Ziyu's switch all at once.

Fang Ziyu burst out laughing.

Seeing Fang Ziyu's overjoyed look, Zhuang Yi became even more angry, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to push him.

Fang Ziyu leaned against the wall and squatted down against the wall, out of breath from laughing.

He didn't hold the soda water, and the water bottle in his arms rolled all over the floor.

Zhuang Yi was angry and depressed, lightly kicked Fang Ziyu's calf, and cursed in a good voice: "Laughing fart."

The more depressed Zhuang Yi was, the happier Fang Ziyu laughed.

Zhuang Yi looked at Fang Ziyu, who was squatting on the ground and laughing while clutching his stomach, for a while, and then remembered his guess just now: "Could you..."

Did you talk to brother Lu last night?

As soon as this idea came up, Zhuang Yi denied it by himself.

impossible.Even if Fang Ziyu and the others had such a heart, Brother Lu would not accompany them to play with him.

It could only be that Fang Ziyu and the others told the truth yesterday.

Lu Mianzhi is really making up lessons.

Not being forced, but making up for it on my own initiative.

Zhuang Yi simply couldn't accept the fact that he, the number one fanboy, lagged behind others in news.

He kicked Fang Ziyu again and asked him, "When did it start?"

"Just yesterday."

Fang Ziyu also laughed enough, picked up the soda water on the ground, patted his trousers and stood up: "I don't know why, but I suddenly started making up lessons."

After thinking about it, Fang Ziyu added another sentence deeply: "Probably because of love."

love?

Zhuang Yi suddenly realized that his bet yesterday was about the post, not whether he would have a make-up class or not.

Now it can only mean that Brother Lu has started to make up lessons, but it cannot mean that Brother Lu posted that post.

Zhuang Yi suddenly felt that Liu Anhua was bright and bright in spring.

He grinned at Fang Ziyu: "Let's go."

***

When Zhuang Yi and Fang Ziyu arrived in the suite, Lu Mianzhi had already found a set of small tables and chairs for resting under the stage, and spread out A4 papers to do the questions.

Qin Yizhou guessed that he had just done warm-up exercises, and stood beside Lu Mianzhi with his upper body bare, flipping through the questions he brought.

Yuan Qian sat on one side, resting his chin on the back of the chair, holding up his mobile phone to take pictures of Qin Yizhou.

"It's well organized."

Qin Yizhou is serious about science and is good at mathematics, physics and chemistry.

He said it was good, and it must be really good.

Qin Yizhou put down the topic, turned to Yuan Qian and said, "I'll help you sort out the set when I go back."

Yuan Qian smiled and said "OK".

Both Zhuang Yi and Fang Ziyu's teeth were about to be sour.

Zhuang Yi squeezed Qin Yizhou away and asked him to join Yuan Qian, and looked down at the problem Lu Mianzhi was working on.

After seeing Lu Mianzhi's words clearly, Zhuang Yi fell silent.

Although he couldn't understand what the topic was talking about, and he couldn't understand what the symbols and numbers written by Lu Mianzhi represented, but yes.

But, Lu Mianzhi's handwriting is so damn familiar.

Zhuang Yi felt a little hopeless.

Seeing Zhuang Yi's expression, Fang Ziyu couldn't help laughing again.

Lu Mianzhi's pen paused.

Although he doesn't have the habit of "If someone is watching and someone is talking, he won't be able to do the questions", but he doesn't like to do the questions in full view.

Without raising his head, he said to Zhuang Yi: "You and Fang Ziyu warm up first, I will play two rounds with you after I finish writing this question."

What a familiar format.

If you change "finish this question" to "sleep for half an hour first", it will be more familiar.

Looking at the handwriting, Zhuang Yi felt uncomfortable.

Fang Ziyu came over and poked him on the back, Zhuang Yi had no choice but to say: "Brother Lu, yesterday a friend of mine saw a note on the forum..."

Lu Mianzhi raised his head.

Zhuang Yi bit the bullet and continued: "I posted several photos, it seems to be some kind of bottom line, and it is also mathematical. I don't know if the post has been deleted..."

"...If you don't delete it, Brother Lu, do you want me to print out the photo and show it to you? Everyone praises the paper well."

Of course the papers given to him by his little pillow are good.

Lu Mianzhi was a little happy.

He put down his pen and said calmly, "No need, I have the original volume."

After a pause, Lu Mianzhi asked again, "Did that post not be deleted?"

Nope.

A steady stream of people came in and replied "Wish 99" and "Together", with "HOT~" floating on the homepage.

Zhuang Yi didn't dare to say that, he could only say: "I don't know whether to delete it or not."

"However, the record posts in the forum are generally dealt with as reposts, and they should have been sunk if they were not deleted."

"If Brother Lu wants to see it, I'll ask someone to find it and send it to you."

Zhuang Yi, a clever little ghost, is hypnotizing Lu Mianzhi with every word: You didn't post this post, you haven't seen that post before.

It's a pity that he didn't have enough hypnosis skills, and Lu Mianzhi was not hypnotized at all.

Lu Mianzhi said: "Delete that post for me."

He clicked on the A4 paper on the table, and gave Zhuang Yi a final blow: "I got new information, and I will post again tonight."

"..." When Zhuang Yi thought about roasting pork belly for Fang Ziyu on a hungry stomach later, he felt extremely uncomfortable, "Okay."

He looked at the question that Lu Mianzhi was working on that he couldn't understand at all, and wanted to find something fun for himself.

He said to Lu Mianzhi: "Brother Lu, lend me a copy of this topic, I want to study hard too."

Whatever the person you admire, you want to do as well.

Even if it is a very tiring thing, it will be very happy to do it.

Zhuang Yi's confidant thinking is easy to understand.

It's a pity that Lu Mianzhi is not a humane person.

"This is a question given to me by my little... little make-up teacher."

Lu Mianzhi pressed the A4 paper, implying that this is my question, not yours.

Fang Ziyu immediately understood what Lu Mianzhi meant.

He tugged Zhuang Yi's back collar and told him to shut up.

But Zhuang Yi didn't understand the hints of the two at all.

"Then do I have to do that test paper before I can do these questions?"

Zhuang Yi scratched the back of his head, looked at Lu Mianzhi's cold face, belatedly remembered that the host of the post yesterday called "I really want to sleep with him".

Zhuang Yi shuddered, and immediately changed his tune: "I'm just joking."

"Learning is not as fun as Muay Thai. Ayu and I will go to warm up."

While flexing his fingers, Zhuang Yi casually said, "Brother Lu, come on and do the questions. With Ayu at the same table, Brother Lu's grades will definitely improve by leaps and bounds."