Ten Mile Room

Looking at the seemingly serious inquiry letter in front of him, Jiang Gezi felt a little angry.

Brackets, just little...little rage!

He confessed to himself, feeling ashamed of being a time traveler. As a traveler, he still has game skills, has space, can farm, a traveler with the title of junior cadre (Master Pole), and is pregnant with a satellite ball (player). Nightmare), the Gaelic defender of the dark mission, but he was asked by someone pointing his nose?

He wondered, how could anyone control him?

Don't you just sell some souvenirs?Why did it touch so many people's nerves?

The Organizing Committee of the International Art Competition carefully decorated a letter of inquiry with an extremely contemptuous tone. Although there was no explicit statement in it, all the meaning was in one sentence: Who allowed you nonsensical garbage to pretend to be works of art? In a serious international art competition, did you cheat with a clearly marked price?

If you don't explain this clearly, I'm sorry, but we will formally inform you that your eligibility for the competition will be revoked, and we will hold you accountable for fraud for all the products you sold.

In Gail, the organizing committee of the so-called International Art Competition is a very special existence. The earliest original body of this institution was an art research salon organized by the grandson of the great sculpture artist Mr. Sahoran.

Oh, Sahoran is the author of that perpetual ball.

With the development of the times, the association has more and more members, and more and more artists joined the association. It has gradually developed into a prestige institution in the world art circle.

At the same time, the membership review system of the organizing committee is also the most rigorous and harshest organization in the world.

It has an international art award, and it is also an important award in the world art world to evaluate the level standards of artists.

Yong Dong Ball Award!

Just like the East Continent, there are artists from the upper nine. Over the years, only three or five artists have been honored to be allowed to enter it.

As an association that includes top artists from all over the world, the Organizing Committee of the International Art Competition has a detached status and is highly valued by all countries.

Therefore, even if Jiang Gezi had a golden thigh, Yu Dongchi, who was not useful, he was useless now.

Even if he went to the best art university through the back door, he still had to get a letter of recommendation from Master Jiuyue.

Huai Jiuyue is a Sesame member in the World Art Organizing Committee.

Seeing Jiang Gezi sitting on the side sulking, Yu Dongchi cautiously approached, and softly persuaded: "Gezi, don't be angry, at worst, I will send you Sanxiang..."

Before he could say that, Jiang Gezi stared at him and scolded, "Didn't you say it earlier?!"

Yes, it would be better if you gave it to me earlier, at worst, I will pay for it.It’s all right now, not to mention the waste of money, the whole alley has been turned upside down, and finally we were asked?

Yu Dongchi was taken aback for a moment, he wanted to say, I thought you were of a noble character and would resolutely reject me, no matter how cheap a tourmaline with a big fist is, it’s okay to buy a Laosanxiang, right?

You don't want to be a consultant with an annual salary of [-]?

You are windy and rainy, what should I do?Be careful, your liver has been broken countless times.

Hall No. [-] quietly closed the door ahead of time, and the young and old sat on the side with gloomy expressions, extremely disappointed and uncomfortable.

There are a few young girls with fragile hearts who have already started to sob secretly.

The little girls think of the good days when they were respected, liked, praised, and recognized a new value in the past ten days... It's like a dream.

After a long time, the fourth sister-in-law of Duan tried her best to smile, but suppressed the crying sound in her mouth and said, "Master Gan, heh~ you, don't worry about it, we...we just play casually, and the big deal is to refund the money." Son, what can you do? Just refund the money! They have nothing to lose, right? You don’t care! How old are you? This is a group of old and young people, you can’t let you take this responsibility, right Bar!"

Look, this is Jiang Gezi's Laosanxiang. It's okay, he is a prestigious pole master, and when he needs to take responsibility, they treat him like a child of the whole street and protect him behind him, not letting him bear the wind and rain in the slightest.

Jiang Gezi raised his face and smiled at them, his heart was so warm.

"Yeah, we don't care about the pole master!"

"Don't take it to heart. At worst, we will explain it. It has nothing to do with you! It's all my idea, Huang Yikai's arrangement! How old are you, can we listen to you?"

"That's right! It's Uncle Huang's idea, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"That's right, we just listened to him..."

Uncle Huang: "..."

Jiang Gezi laughed out loud with anger and laughter. He stood up, walked to the gate a few steps, broke it hard, opened the gate of Hall [-] that the neighbors had voluntarily closed, and opened it again.

He stood at the door and said, "What should I do? Tomorrow...I'll ask them, Lao Tzu's art! Why is it not art!"

In this way, the exhibition hall that was actively closed by Laosanxiang started again, exhibition?business?

No matter how you say it, even if you are angry, if you have the ability, come and take the initiative to seal the door, anyway, the old neighbors are willing to go all out...

They care more about whether their grandpa is happy than they are afraid of what will happen.

However, until the final closing time, the organizing committee of the art conference did not come.

People didn't pay attention to Hall [-] at all. They said no, and naturally there would no longer be art lovers, as well as judges from all walks of life, who would dare to enter Hall [-].

The deterrent effect of that meeting is so terrifying.

The foyer of Hall No. [-] was deserted. Although the door was wide open, the hearts of the neighbors were completely chilled.

Jiang Gezi sat at the door of Hall [-]. At first he was expressionless, but with the various low emotions that could be felt around him, his anger value had reached the highest point on Gale, the unlucky planet. .

Jiang Gezi decided that he had to do something.

As a glorious and great earthling, an art successor who has received a professional cramming education and has grown up in a professional art system, the grandson of the king, he has to say something to the world.

Even if the final result is to lose the face, the face cannot be lost.

We old people from Sanxiang, we can lose in fights, quarrels...we have never lost to anyone.

Jiang Gezi thought so, and began to sit in the corner of Hall No. [-], the black auspicious clouds above his head began to suffocate.

Yu Dongchi stood at the door without saying a word for a long time, until Zhou Songchun was nervous, trotted over with a telegram, and handed it to Zhou Songchun with a shocked expression: "Your Highness, His Majesty means that nothing here is important, please It is serious to dispel Mr. Gu Wu's idea of ​​leaving first..."

Yu Dongchi was taken aback for a moment, but after taking a look at the telegram, he was also stunned.

The telegram was sent by Lian Yanzi, who wrote: Don't be angry, pigeons, I will go abroad with you to buy a drifting island, or occupy a drifting island, and we will also have a whole art sanctuary. In short, don't be angry, there is me!

Having known Jiang Gezi for so long, Yu Dongchi finally calmly uttered a voice that fit his identity. He said, "Are they crazy? What is a country to them? Is it something that can be easily discarded?"

Zhou Songchun, who was standing on the side, replied calmly: "Your Highness is extreme. In fact, Master Gu Wu only said that he bought the island and did not mention treason. Moreover, witches have no nationality. They serve all mankind. You know that." I hope you can calmly proceed from the point of view of facts, handle this incident satisfactorily without being affected by personal feelings, and prevent Lord Gu Wu from leaving the country, so as not to cause greater losses to the empire..."

"Shut up!" Yu Dongchi, who was exposed, became furious. He stared at the telegram in a daze. After a long time, he suddenly had a strange expression, and with a big smile, he held up the computer. With a happy attitude, he trotted all the way to Jiang Gezi and said loudly: "Pigeon, pigeon! I have good news for you..."

Jiang Gezi said to him without looking back: "Shut up! Go away!"

He is very busy, constructing a controversial speech in his head.

The Heavenly King Lao Tzu is here, shut up for him too!

Yu Dongchi stopped abruptly. He pretended to look around in astonishment, and then answered neatly: "Okay! No problem!"

He turned around and left, taking Zhou Songchun out of Hall [-] quickly.

While walking, he also ordered: "Have you heard that, please report Master Ganzi's answer as it is to Master Gu Wu... By the way, go and find out who leaked this matter so quickly... ..."

Zhou Songchun responded helplessly, turned and left.

Who could it be, those people from Laosanxiang!They seem to like that old witch more than their eighth master.

In fact, if you ask him to say, those two are actually quite a good match, at least, they are much more suitable than Eighth Master!

Few things, easy people!

Moreover, at critical times, people can give up everything to help pigeons.

Can Your Highness?

No!

The first day of the last month in 1888.

The Art Comprehensive Lecture Hall on the first floor of the Ewha Hall.

The lecture venue, which can accommodate ten thousand people, was packed, and at least fifty media organizations gathered here to grab the news.

A group of serious white-bearded old men sat in the first row of the lecture hall.

Their expressions are lofty, serious and full of disdain.

Jiang Gezi, on the other hand, was wearing an old washed, whitish and patched shirt, unkempt, with a slack attitude, sitting lazily on the podium.

He wore old cloth shoes on both feet and went to the table without feeling ashamed at all.

Although the inquiry letter from the International Art Competition Organizing Committee has not been received for half a century.

He was not ashamed at all, and even wrote two lines of big characters on the huge speech blackboard behind him.

Speech inquiry?Lao Tzu's art, why not art?

The so-called organizing committee of the art conference destroyed all his good impressions of the art world of the Gaelic world.

Therefore, Jiang Gezi prepared to counter their inquiries with such a gesture.

He didn't even wash his face or brush his teeth.

Get ready to kill those grandchildren in the first row!

However, all the embarrassment can't be covered up. Our master, even if he is really a scum, he is also a beautiful scum.

He was there, still... pretty pleasing to the eye, even more like... that kind of artist.

It was exactly nine o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Gezi raised his wrist to look at his new watch.

This watch sells for [-] yuan and is one of the souvenirs of this art competition.

Seeing that the time was up, he stood up slowly, and took out a stack of thick papers of different sizes from his pocket with great difficulty, and spread them on the podium one by one.

But before he could speak, an old man with a white beard in the first row stood up with a swipe, and angrily pointed at the blackboard behind him and reprimanded him loudly: "On behalf of the organizing committee, I am sorry for your speech." Topic, expressing the most serious protest! Your topic does not meet all the standards of artistic speeches!"

This is a more serious protest than an inquiry!

For a while, the entire lecture hall was full of discussions, and the media's shooting tools clicked and clicked.

Jiang Gezi rolled his eyes, picked up the pen beside him, made a big cross on the blackboard, and changed Lao Tzu to Dad.

Therefore, the topic of his art speech became, Lao Tzu's art, why not art?Become, Dad's art, why not art?

"I protest!"

"We protest!!"

Someone in the first row stood up again and shouted angrily.

But Jiang Gezi waved his hand slightly at the gate, and then two vines filled the gate completely.

Now it's all right, no one can get in, and no one wants to get out.

The scene was chaotic, and Yu Dongchi wanted to rush to the stage with a nervous face.

He wanted to prevent or use other methods to help Jiang Gezi survive a disaster that he thought was quite difficult.

However, he was held back by Zhou Songchun and stopped by more subordinates.

Zhou Songchun looked at him and said: "Your Highness! You can't go up! Please put the overall situation first. Instead of rushing up like this, it's better... Believe in Master Ganzi, you know, he is always fearless and always has his own way of doing things... ...he'll take care of it."

At least he is smarter than you.

Yu Dongchi looked at him, and then at Jiang Gezi, who was on the podium, who didn't care.

Then, he finally sat down helplessly.

Jiang Gezi stood on the podium and looked at the gate with a blank expression. Finally, he nodded with satisfaction and regret and said, "Is someone going to notify the relevant departments? Something happened at our gate. Now, no one can get out." Go! Oh, it's dreadful!"

An old man sitting in the middle of the first row who had been silent for a while finally stood up. He pointed at Jiang Gezi and reprimanded him seriously: "This...this is your conspiracy! You...you are a bad person!"

This man was obviously a foreigner. When he spoke Kyushu dialect, he had a strange tone, and his words were naive and stuttering.

Runima has a big head and melon seeds, do you think it is ancient?

Jiang Gezi spread his hands: "I don't admit it, it's a frame-up! Where's the evidence? Also, I want to sue you. You say I'm a bad person. It's wrong to curse people. You humiliate me!"

The old man blushed and trembled with anger. He turned around and flung his sleeves to leave, but Jiang Gezi said behind him, "You can't get out."

The old man looked at the door and then at his side.

In the end, there were always people who wanted to curry favor with him, stood up from all around, shouted together and rushed to the door.

However... before they could take a few steps, many vines protruded from the floor, wrapped these people tightly, and dragged them back to their seats.

Even their mouths were blocked by big leaves.

This is all right, the entire lecture hall can be regarded as quiet.

Some people are acting like dogs, but most of the judges who are watching have no other standpoint, they just watch the fun.

In particular, watching the hustle and bustle of the organizing committee of the International Art Conference... This is still very enjoyable!

Jiang Gezi saw that the scene was quiet, so he nodded regretfully, and said seriously to the staff over there: "Please think of something quickly, no matter what, we must ensure the safety of all the judges..."

The staff member was obviously prepared, he nodded, and quickly led a group of people to the studio behind the podium.

Not long after, these people rushed to the door with some saws and axes, and began to pretend to move their hands at the vines.

Jiang Gezi looked at that side very seriously and nodded, he looked at his watch again, and then said to the judges in the audience: "It seems that there will not be enough to deal with over there in a while, otherwise...we will take advantage of this time, Take my art speech meeting, and the question and answer... Forget it, please forget about the question and answer, we will only do the art speech today."

The old men sitting in the first row wanted to resist, they really wanted to.However, they were tightly tied to the seats and gagged with privet leaves, losing the right to speak.

Jiang Gezi picked up the pen, changed the tip of the pen to red, and under Dad's art, highlighted two horizontal bars and said: "A few old gentlemen obviously misunderstood the title of my art speech.

The so-called, Lao Tzu, is dad!Since it can't be Lao Tzu's art, then it can only be Dad's art!

Here I want to explain that this is a serious art speech topic, please keep a distance from those embarrassing thoughts in your heart...Huh?What are you laughing at?Isn't Papa's art serious? "

Some people laughed out loud, but when Jiang Gezi asked, they shut up again and looked around nervously.

Dad's art, of course, is not serious.

Jiang Gezi smiled slightly, pointed to the line and explained: "I haven't studied for a few days, but for this art lecture, I had to find some materials to read yesterday. In the textbooks of the empire, there are In the relevant books on world history, I see that they write like this.

The earliest social system, the form of human gathering earlier than the tribal system, is the form of matrilineal society

And at that time, when the women in the tribe went hunting, planting, doing general manual labor, and taking care of bearing children, what did the men do?kindness!They are doing art! "

Having said that, Jiang Gezi looked at the audience, and the judges in the audience were all stunned.

"Yes... Our ancestors were engaged in art, besides serious body art, they also did general housework in the tribe, such as weaving, printing and dyeing, weaving, firing pottery, etc... so there is no art in that In this era, as people's pursuit of beauty is getting higher and higher, fathers are also working hard to develop their own skills to support their families. This is the earliest art of the Gaelic people!

Therefore, the early art was researched by the fathers who were doing logistical labor in the earliest tribes. Therefore, I said that the art of life is also the art of the father. Is it wrong?Father is Lao Tzu, I said Lao Tzu's art is wrong? "

ha?Can you explain it this way?

But if it is explained in this way, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it literally!

Of course, some people suddenly realized, and naturally some people disagreed with Jiang Gezi's point of view.

In this way, a young woman came forward and said.

"Sir, as far as we know, the earliest totems were rendered by witches on stones in order to record information. You say art is father's art, which is a bit extreme..."

Jiang Gezi interrupted her: "Ma'am! There are no female witches recorded in the history books until BC, so you can't deny the reproductive rights of the witches in order to deny the topic of my speech, and The right to be a father! Wu has a family, and they are also fathers, so in terms of family responsibilities, you can't call Wu adults mother because of art. If you promise, I don't think they will agree..."

In the originally tense scene, the suppressed emotions were finally relieved by Jiang Gezi's serious explanation, and even the lady laughed.

With bursts of low laughter, the atmosphere in the lecture hall relaxed.

In fact, Jiang Gezi is really not a good speaker, nor is he a person with speech skills. Therefore, his speech is mechanical and fast, and even in order to remember the key points, he will keep picking up the prompt paper in front of him to read. Take a look.

Of course, even if there is no way to make a speech, our Jiang Gezi is also a person who has seen the civilization of the two balls. In contrast, there are many new-style bullshit methods that choke people to death.

He certainly knew how to stumble a person, or a group of people.

"... Speaking of father's art, in fact, fathers don't know it. They just cultivated slash-and-burn farming in their era, worked at sunrise, and rested at sunset... Later, with the development of matriarchal society, people slowly entered from the tribe. In the original camp, life became more and more safe and the supplies were abundant, so the first batch of textile items with artistic characteristics appeared."

Jiang Gezi counted the pictures in the temporary materials as courseware and pinned them on the blackboard behind him.

It was a photograph of several unearthed fragments of early textiles.

The original versions of these textiles are in the National Museum of Kyushu. What you see here is just an enlarged black and white hand-painted picture.

I don't know where Jiang Gezi found these things all night.

Even the method of hanging courseware and giving lectures is the first time everyone has encountered it, and they think it is very lively and impressive...

Jiang Gezi pointed to those pictures and said: "As the living environment of human beings gets better and better, the pursuit of physical art (pause, laughter) gradually develops from the physical needs to a higher level, so Dad's art is in safe The environment has been significantly improved, starting from the simplest handcrafts invented due to needs, such as weaving, weaving, pottery firing, and all other fields developed due to the needs of survival, gradually moving to a higher level The aesthetic needs are gone... In short, primitive people love beauty, and even the goddess of the earth can't stop it!"

With the relaxed laughter in the audience, Jiang Gezi changed a few more pictures and posted them. He pointed a few times: "This is the earliest artistic performance developed around the sacrificial behavior of witches, the song of prayer, prayer A dance to exorcise ghosts, a group dance to exorcise ghosts, a funeral dance to celebrate returning to the embrace of the Mother Earth...

Because of this, I call all the art on this planet of Gale Daddy's art, is it wrong?Because the road of art started by the fathers, am I wrong?What if it's not right to say father?Then what do you say?Intersex art?Even textbooks and history books admit that the earliest art form started from tribal and matriarchal times, why don't you admit it?Do you dare to overthrow history?Well, if it is overturned, please show real evidence! "

The old men sitting in the first row really have a thousand words to say in their hearts, and they can refute them, but Jiang Gezi doesn't give them a chance, just like this strange association hasn't given anyone a chance for centuries , Jiang Gezi also learned how shameless they were.

Don't let you talk!

Jiang Gezi continued to speak in his own way: "Because the recorded totem extends the art of painting, because the sacrifice extends the art of sculpture, and because of the art of music produced by praying and singing, you all admit it, but... because of the essence of life. The extended textile art, embroidery art, and home decoration art, you deny them, do you not recognize them as art?

So?What is your art?Ever since that guy named, who made an inexplicable broken ball on what island, he has become the only standard?Who gave you the rights? "

The originally relaxed scene suddenly became tense, but... as Jiang Gezi continued to question with a sarcasm on his face, the judges felt in their hearts that the young man on the stage was actually talking about, It's what they wanted to say a long time ago...

It's just that they didn't dare to...

Ha ha!

Everyone listened in silence, their eyes gradually shining brightly.

Jiang Gezi looked at the audience expressionlessly, and said without any fluctuation in his voice: "Who told you that art must be around flowers, fine wine, palaces, heroes, heaven or regions? Who stipulated that art must be around? It must be passionate and reject the vulgar? It must not be life-like? It has to be grief! Misery! Compassion! Tragedy! Weeping? And talk about a lot of small people, maybe they will never understand the truth for the rest of their lives?

Is the world more small people or more artists?

Couldn't they follow the way of the fathers, and the meaning of existence is only to serve the individual human being?Is it bad to please people?For festive works, is it a crime to make people smile?Who are you, Mother Earth?Even the Goddess of the Earth has not stipulated that we are not allowed to laugh, so why do you stop us from laughing?The reason why art appears, in fact, its origin is to serve and please mankind!What happened to selling some living art?Don't we pay taxes to the country?If guilty?Who will judge us guilty!Are you? "

The elegant sparrows in the audience are silent...

Jiang Gezi changed a picture of a perpetually moving ball.

He pointed his fingers casually and said indifferently: "I read the history of art development. Probably after the appearance of this crap, art has to represent something, and then with the appearance of a certain crap association, they denied the art of life That's it... Who gave them the rights? I told my neighbor yesterday! Don't be afraid, that one is at most a prestige unit with a relatively loud voice!

Please remember this word, prestige unit!They are not even the individual units that generally hold power, let alone authoritative institutions!Prestige means prestige and credibility.But authority is voluntary obedience to rights... Obviously, your broken society is not authoritative, so I say it is a prestige unit, first of all I don't obey it!Do you have any comments? "

Speaking of this, Jiang Gezi stood up abruptly, and suddenly slapped both hands on the table and shouted loudly: "Go! Dig that guy named Sahoran out of the grave! Dig it out! Point to His corpse asked, Sahoran, do you dare to represent art! Do you dare to ask him?"

For a split second, no matter on or off the stage, everyone's heads buzzed except for Jiang Gezi, and they couldn't hear anything for a split second.

As an outsider, Jiang Gezi didn't have the fear of the natives.

So he doesn't care what other people think.

Seeing that everyone was shocked, he continued to expose it indifferently: "A man named Sahoran squeezed a ball, and then his grandson set a standard for art?

But does art need standards?If art really has standards, then this planet is too sad...

Last night I read the information and found out that there is another sadder thing, that this so-called World Art Organizing Committee is just a salon run by a person who does not understand art.

Why did Sahoran's grandson run a salon?Because this guy can't play art at all, if he wants to eat, he has to borrow the glory of his ancestors!

Then this person who doesn't understand art found more people who didn't understand art. Under the name of art patrons, he found a group of so-called art guys who urgently needed to be famous, and set a standard for the whole world. After studying it, the core meaning of all its so-called rules is that this group of merchants wants to control the price of the art market and become a monopoly!Look, after all, it's a matter of business.

Why can you sell it and not allow us to sell it?Because you are not asked to set a price?

The appearance of these people has never been to serve art, but an organization that plays a role in stirring up the art market!Even... this organization is still an illegal organization..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Gezi smiled happily. Sure enough, looking at this matter from the perspective of people on earth, he felt that the Gaels were stupid, really... so stupid!

Everyone in the audience was frightened and stupid, and some people wanted to go crazy!

With a leisurely attitude, Jiang Gezi picked up a form again, pinned it on the blackboard, pointed and said, "I read its official background introduction, and read it carefully no less than twenty times... yes, word by word. I have understood it twenty times! All its information tells me that this so-called association is an illegal association that has not been registered in any country in the world! Yes, this association does not even belong to Liberty Lane, which is really free Moreover, all the members of the association who have the right to speak, their background identities are all patrons of the arts.

So, the association...it's not artistically professional either!All its regulations are not in a certain country, a certain group, or even a certain legally protected rights and interests organization, but it can send me a letter of inquiry?The art of denying my orthodox, innocent father...?Who gave you the guts? "

Speaking of this, Jiang Gezi slapped the table again and asked loudly: "Who! Who else! Come... stand up! Let us fight a protracted lawsuit. According to all international laws, we will say Now, who is cheating now? And whose art is this so-called art? Sahoran? Fuck you Sahoran, you dig him out again, come! Tell him to bite me? What! It's all about art, why does Lao Tzu's art follow his art rules?"

There was no sound in the audience, everyone felt their hearts were excited, their heads were heavy and swollen, swelling layer by layer, the excited blood surged up, and the excited brain was about to spurt out.

Jiang Gezi turned around and put away the pictures and papers he had prepared. He said while packing up, "So, this is the end of Dad's art. This is the art I'm talking about. As for whether you admit it or not? Heh! There is something wrong with me." What's the relationship? Finally, let me give you a fable... The name of this story is "The Emperor's New Clothes"..."

Behind him was the quiet lecture hall, and Jiang Gezi walked out of there unsteadily.

In fact, his tree son had already quietly put away the branches and leaves... It's just that those people refused to leave.

Of course, there are also some people who dare not move, dare not leave!

It was scary!

Jiang Gezi took out a promotional poster that he had prepared a long time ago and pasted it on the wall of the lecture hall.

That piece of paper reads: Tomorrow Hall No. [-] will auction art related to Lao Tzu's art according to the procedure!All major museums, art galleries, and national exhibition halls are welcome to inquire with prices!

When a thumbtack fell to the ground, Jiang Gezi was just about to bend down, but found someone beside him with a bright expression, looking at him with reverence, and picked it up.

Jiang Gezi shuddered, took the thumbtack and said, "Why, you dare to stand by my side?"

Yu Dongchi shook his head with a wry smile, helped him hold up the flyer and said, "Gezi, I don't want to chase you anymore?"

Jiang Gezi was taken aback for a moment, then touched his chin and said with a smile, "Why, you found out that you are not good enough for me?"

But Yu Dongchi nodded seriously and replied: "Yes, I don't deserve it! So... can I be a lifelong best friend? I will worship you from today, and I am going to be a best friend you can rely on!"

Jiang Gezi thought for a while, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's no problem! Remember to come to Hall [-] tomorrow and be a babysitter for me... If you can't sell a thing, hey! It's a loss of face." what happened!"

After he finished speaking, he put his hands in his pockets and left very leisurely.

Yu Dongchi just stood there and looked at him, looked at him, and saw the lecture hall behind him, the applause sounded like thunder, and the voice became louder... as if rushing into the sky...

"So, this time, are you really giving up?"

With a leisurely attitude, Zhou Songchun seemed to let go of some pimples, and came to Yu Dongchi's side with ease and asked him.

Yu Dongchi nodded resolutely, and replied with a relaxed voice: "Such a person! How dare I love him, it's because of the blessing of the Mother Earth that I can become a close friend with him! From now on... just stand by his side, watch him grow up, and become a close friend Already a blessing! He is... different from us."

Zhou Songchun smiled, and he sighed slightly: "Yes, this troublesome guy, in the future..." He stretched his waist greatly: "And... we have to work... anyway... Don't worry, let's go...I contacted several authoritative media..."

Yu Dongchi nodded, and suddenly put his arms around his shoulders and said, "That's right, thanks to our great Ganzi, under his blessing, our Changhui Art Competition is destined to be famous forever!"

Just like that, they hugged each other and left...

And behind them, the applause from the lecture hall rang continuously for 25 minutes!