(Second Update)

Author: The Lost Dragon

Just as Song Huanxi was exploring the enemy situation, the other people's eyes focused on her group. However, Wang Yu and Guan Zhizhou were very clever and wrapped the costumes tightly with their generous robes, but they didn't reveal any flaws!

When asked about the boys who went to get clothes from themselves, they all smiled bitterly - they thought Wang Yu was already difficult enough, but they didn't expect there was a Guan Zhizhou with a strong military value!

In fact, after arriving at the clothing room, Wang Yu was the first to rush in, Guan Zhizhou, and the second one, um, he leaned directly against the threshold, raised his long legs and stepped on the threshold opposite, as high as his head!

This guy is very arrogant. I have thought about it? Yes, get through it!

The male students were so angry that they fucked to death!

Then, the guy raised his eyes and easily pinched the door frame with one hand—

It actually pinched off a lot of wood chips!

Everyone was silent.

After a while, everyone looked at Qin Dao with help, but the latter looked like he was wandering in Taixu and completely ignored him.

There was no choice but to wait until Wang Yu finished picking and choosing before rushing in.

So, no one knows what costumes Song Huanxi's group chose.

Looking at the two heroes returning in triumphant success, Song Huanxi took the lead in applauding without hesitation, and the others also looked proud!

Qin Haoyang laughed: "Thank you for your hard work, you are worthy of being my right-hand man and the humerus minister!"

Wang Yu: “…”

My hands are itchy and I want to hit someone again.

The sound of Qin Dao sounded at the right time successfully saved his younger brother from a fire and water: "Now you come up and draw lots and decide the rehearsal order."

The students were surprised because they did not follow the results of the last performance in reverse order, but they quickly accepted the reality and it was fair to draw lots if they were to draw lots.

Qin Dao took out four pieces of paper, wrote 1234 on it, folded the paper into a note, held it in his hand, and signaled Song Huanxi to go forward and suck it first.

Song Huanxi did not doubt that he was there. When he arrived at the podium, the girl's figure was slender, but it still blocked the eyes of the students behind her.

She grabbed a note and pulled it out-

Hey, can't thrust??

Song Huanxi looked up at Qin Dao. The latter's eyelids fell, and long eyelashes fell a row of shadows on his face, completely blocking his eyes, making it impossible to see what the famous screenwriter was thinking in his heart.

Song Huanxi let go of his hand and tentatively pulled the tag next door, but still couldn't twitch.

Until the third one, as soon as she pinched one end of the note, Qin Dao took a step back. The note naturally slid out of his hand, looking like she pulled it out!

Song Huanxi had a faint premonition. When she opened the note and saw the number 4 that was just unexpected, she felt a little subtle.

As an excellent student, I was taken care of by teachers when I was in school. Unexpectedly, when I entered the student training class, this care continued.

The group against the wall was very lucky. When they got the number three, only one and two were left in the middle two groups.

The group close to Song Huanxi is better luck and will be the second to appear.

The first one to appear was the second group by the wall. The costumes they took were mixed with girls and young women.

Last time, Liang Zhu, who was performed by them, abandoned his pen and joined the army, and finally turned into a sea of ​​butterflies and conquered the enemy's nest.

This time, I wonder what kind of exciting performances they will bring?

Soon, the first group was ready and officially started their performance.

At the desk, the girl was wearing only a snow-white underwear, and coughed lightly while facing the account book in front of her.

Another girl appeared, her hair was tied into two little chirpies, and she was shorter in size. She looked very cute, and she looked like a maid.

He brought a plate of washed golden apricots and put them in front of the girl, "Girl, take a break and do it!"

The girl glanced at the golden apricot and asked casually: "Shishou, where did this apricot come from?"

...

As soon as the sentence was released, Song Huanxi immediately knew that he had guessed correctly. The roles chosen in this group were Tanchun and his biological mother Aunt Zhao. If she was right, Aunt Zhao would come out.

...

The waiter knew that his girl was extremely smart and responded carefully: "The apricots in the eldest young lady's yard are ripe, so she asked someone to send some here."

"Oh," Tanchun responded faintly, and suddenly said: "My sister-in-law closed the door to live on weekdays. Lan'er is young and greedy. The apricots in the yard should have been knocked down by her as soon as she got married-"

Tanchun raised his head and looked at the waiter who looked at the at a loss: "Tell me, who sent this apricot?"

The waiter said hesitantly: "It's your aunt."

Tanchun was stunned. The brush in her hand was hanging in the air. A few drops of ink dripped down and just fell on the account book. She hurriedly took a water-absorbing cotton clip and wiped it.

But there was a little too much ink, and she became more and more colorful as she rubbed it. In the end, Tanchun had to tear off the account book and copy it again.

Tanchun was not in the mood to make a book anymore, and her eyes gradually fell on Huang Xing.

After a while, she whispered softly: "Before I was a slap in the house, I rarely saw her coming to the door. Now I send her different ways every day-"

"This is something I ask for!"

As he said that, Tanchun picked up a yellow apricot with his bare hands and took a small bite. He immediately, his mouth full of sweet juice exploded, and the flesh was so delicate that he didn't need to bite.

After just taking a few bites, the waiter came over again and whispered: "Miss Third, Aunt Zhao is here."

Before he finished speaking, a arrogant woman rushed in. She was dressed in bright red and green. Fortunately, her facial features were good, so she could suppress her bright colors.

He cursed the waiter first: "You little little slut, don't learn it well, just learn something that is out of tune. If it weren't for grandma's alertness, you would probably be locked out of the door!"

Tanchun threw the half-eat apricot back on the plate, turned his head and shouted, "Shishou, clean your hands!"

The servant was ashamed of a general amnesty, so he quickly brought water and a veil. Tanchun washed his hands without any haste. Aunt Zhao was so angry that she smoked: "Little Hoof, grandma is talking to you!"

Tanchun frowned in disgust and pushed back directly: "Who are you calling Xiaoduzi? Is it me? Then aren't you oldduzi?"

Aunt Zhao was speechless after a sentence, she snorted coldly and talked about the important matter here: "Why are there fewer Su Shi from the palace given by young masters and ladies today?!"

Tanchun had washed his hands and was spreading his hands open and asked the waiter to wipe it. Hearing this, he sneered: "They all come out of the wife's belly, and the rings are from your belly. Can they be the same?"

Aunt Zhao was stunned at first, then sat down on the ground and cried: "God, open your eyes and see, what kind of evil beast do I raise?"

Tanchun sneered: "You raised me? In addition to coming out of your belly, have you raised me for a day?"

"I heard from the wet nurse that you asked someone to prescribe a medicine for milking on the first day."
Chapter completed!