Fortunately, Luo Fengzi had a class in the third and fourth sessions. After talking for more than ten minutes in the empty calligraphy classroom, the bell rang and he went to class with a teacup.

Zhong Yue shook his head and continued to copy "Qin Fu".

The cell phone on the side vibrated, and Zhong Yue put the pen aside and answered the phone.

"Hey, mom, why don't you knock on the door when you come in..." Zhong Yue said sarcastically, pinching his throat.

The other end of the phone was stunned for a few seconds before reacting, "Ancient people, you are dead!"

Zhong Yue laughed.

"You're done, I want to report you! I want to report you in the Academy of Fine Arts Post Bar, that mountain valley bookmaker is you!"

Zhong Yue couldn't laugh immediately, "No, how do you know...ah? What a mountain valley bookmaker? I don't know, what are you talking about?"

"Hmph, stop pretending to me. You have become the public enemy of the entire Academy of Fine Arts. You have cursed all the students of the entire Academy of Fine Arts!"

“…”

Gu Qin giggled, "You have nothing to say."

"No, I just hit it like this, what's the point?"

"Then I don't know, how about it? I'll expose you or promise me something, you can choose one."

Zhong Yue took a piece of rice paper and wiped the sweat from his forehead. This was a scam, "You talk about it first."

"Please treat me to a meal."

Zhong Yue breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately the witch did not make any excessive request, "I choose to treat you to a meal."

"Okay, Frey Square, see you at 11:00 noon."

Zhong Yue yawned and stretched, "Frey Square is so big, let's talk about the specific location."

"Uncle Chicken Steak Shop."

"I……"

...

...

The sun was scorching, and there were all students wearing sun umbrellas and hats in Frey Square. However, compared to before, there were obviously fewer people aborting people. It was like sweating like rain when I came out so hot to have a meal.

Zhong Yue was wearing a mask, like Gong Chuan borrowing a baseball cap, looking around and looking for Gu Qin, but there was no sign of it, so he took out his cell phone and prepared to contact him.

"Hello!"

One hand slapped his shoulder.

"Oh!" Zhong Yue took off the mask, "You can recognize me like this?"

"I'm so stupid. Who can wear a mask in a hot world? Have you ever heard an idiom called "Stealing the Bell"?"

Zhong Yue took off his mask with some dissatisfaction and stuffed it into his pocket, "You are having a fuss with me! This chicken chop shop is now targeting public criticism. What do you mean? I want to see me being criticized, right?"

Zhong Yue lowered the brim of the hat.

"Look at what you are afraid of, don't worry, uncle can't recognize you."

"Let's change your family and stop eating chicken chops, the chicken chops are not delicious."

Gu Qin smiled, "Just eat chicken chops, or I will report you!"

"Eat, eat, eat, become a pig, you."

The uncle's chicken chop shop is even more popular than yesterday. This is the melon-eating crowd effect. After the post bar became popular, I don't know who was so idle, so it spread directly in the Academy of Fine Arts. In just one morning, the uncle's chicken chop shop became an internet celebrity store.

Some people came to see the banner and scolded it, but then thought that they could not go there for nothing. They all came. Since there were so many people in this chicken chop shop, the taste should be pretty good. Therefore, this herd mentality made the team line up longer and longer. The two chicken chop shops next to them were deserted, and the clerk's face looked like they lost their pants when playing cards, which was extremely difficult to see.

Zhong Yue and Gu Qin lined up together and chatted boredly.

"Everyone is holding umbrellas, aren't you afraid of tanned pigs?"

"Idiot, I don't know sunscreen."

Zhong Yue originally wanted to leverage Gu Qin's determination to line up, but failed.

"Have you arrived?"

"Well, I got it yesterday and I'm hanging in the dormitory."

"Remember to seal the dust cover. During the rainy season, the dormitory is tide, so don't pay attention. Cockroaches and rats, you will be wasted the water for tens of thousands of yuan."

A girl who was photographing the photo in front turned sideways, pretending to look away, and glanced at Zhong Yue and the others, with a hint of disdain in her eyes. However, she looked at Zhong Yue for a longer time, but the brim of the hat was too low and she saw half of her face.

"Don't wash it. If you dare to soak it in a bucket, just use it as a rag."

"I understand." Zhong Yue tried not to speak as much as possible.

People are under the eaves, and they have to bow their heads...

Gu Qin smiled slightly, and when he saw Zhong Yue admitting his conscience, he felt full of pleasure, "Give it, this is for you."

Zhong Yue glanced at the card in Gu Qin's hand and frowned, "What's this? I don't want money."

The girls in front of them smiled even more intensely, and their feelings were like a little white man, haha.

"Who gives you money? Ancient people. This is the student card of the Youth Palace. I heard that the last time I won a gold medal, it was someone else who gave you the pressure from everyone. Otherwise, at your level, it would be difficult to win Huang Xu. In this Youth Palace, every weekend, teachers from the Calligraphy Association will go to give lectures. Don't stay in the dormitory all day and listen to other masters' courses more than you do behind closed doors."

Zhong Yue got the student card, "Then I will accept it with a smile."

In the calligraphy classroom, I was tortured and brainwashed by Luo all day long, and Zhong Yue couldn't calm down. Going to a public platform like the Youth Palace should be a very good practice environment.

"Hey, I'm at this age, are you too old to go to the Youth Palace?"

"Don't worry, it's not that you were asked to go to the kindergarten class. Not to mention you in the training class, middle-aged uncles have it. They are just a popular learning platform, but the main body is a teenager."

After hearing what Gu Qin said, Zhong Yue felt relieved and stuffed the student card into his pocket.

The two of them chatted together, and finally they were almost in line. The ghost hat on their heads was so hot that Zhong Yue's sweat was dripping. The key was still black. It was really a mobile hot treasure.

"What are you eating?" It turns out that the chicken chop uncle with an attitude was always with him.

“Two chicken steaks.”

"Scan the code and find change in cash."

There is only one uncle in the store, wrapping flour, fried chicken chops, and cutting chicken chops into bags. They are all operated by one person.

The two of them took a number plate and waited for the chicken steak.

Zhong Yue deliberately lowered his head and prayed that the uncle's eyes were almost in sight.

The chicken steak was frying in the oil, and the range hood on the top was better than the groundless sound. However, when the wind blew over, it still brought a burst of oil smoke. Some girls who love beauty hid behind their boyfriends. Those who had no boyfriends squirted gently with their hands, as if this could reduce the "erosion" of oil smoke on their cheeks.

"No. 23, what's the flavor?"

The girl who was standing in front of Zhong Yue handed back the number plate, "It smells like plum."

"Okay, girl, get it, sour plum soup is free, my wife cooked it."

"Thank you uncle."

"No. 24, what does it smell?"

Gu Qin smiled and said, "Add spicy and cumin."

Zhong Yue was a little distracted. Suddenly, he heard the spicy food and blurted out, "I don't want spicy food."

The uncle paused the iron clip in his hand and looked at him, thinking that this sound sounded a bit familiar.
Chapter completed!