Sister, you miss me

Yang Feng returned to the dormitory and asked Du Niang.

Tianchen Yidao Liu is just one of Neon's many martial arts genres. I don’t know if I check it out, but I’m shocked. There are as many as four digits in neon martial arts genres.

It’s a little nicer to call a hundred schools of thought to contend and a hundred flowers bloom.

Obviously he uses a knife, but he claims to be Kendo. Do you think it hurts?

However, Tianchen's reputation is not small.

Yang Feng checked Baidu, Google, Facebook, Zhihu, and Twitter, and all of them included related entries of the four members of the Tianchen Yidaoliu master Liu Sheng and his family.

The sword god Liu Sheng overlord sword, Wenqu star Liu Sheng Junxiu, Wu Kuang Liu Sheng Hao Wu, tea fairy Liu Sheng Junko.

Judging from the photos of the three of them, Junxiu Liu appeared to be gentle, but there was another touch of arrogance in his eyes; Liu Sheng had a fierce face and looked like a brave and ruthless person. This kind of person is also worthy of talking about martial arts?As for Junko Yanagi, her gentle and weak look seemed pretty good.

Yang Feng shook his head, opened the Tiandi Chinese homepage, and began to study Dong Yongcheng's masterpiece.

Yang Feng looked at the catalog first, and since posting in Tiandi, for the first time, he kept the number at 30,000 words.

Yang Feng read the book reviews and many fans called "Zhao Gao" a lunatic.

"Zhao Gao" is Dong Yongcheng's pen name and the pig's feet in the book.Dong Yongcheng's crazy update speed, unprecedented in the past, and no one in the future, made fans ecstatic and wept with joy.

"Bang..." There was another explosion, and Yang Feng was startled, and quickly took out his cell phone. Dracula called.

Dracula was still in the northern capital, and he invited Yang Feng to the R&D base of Yuxin Group.

Yang Feng happily went, of course, did not forget to change a soothing and smooth standby ringtone.

The R&D base for high-performance environmentally friendly battery packs is adjacent to Zhongguancun, covering an area of ​​ten hectares.

Feng Yuxin's courage is evident, not only for research and development here, but also for mass production on this land.

But now, on the ten hectares of land, there is nothing but broken bricks and rubble.

Inviting Yang Feng to visit the base was not Dracula's basic intention. He found that Yang Feng was a little depressed after the battle in Hong Kong.

This situation is not what Dracula would like to see, and it is definitely not Mr.'s intention.

Dracula is obliged to wake up Yang Feng's fighting spirit.

"Xiaofeng, you gave me all your wealth because you saved me. I am very touched. Now, I work for Ms. Feng Yuxin, but I still have some money myself. I want to use it for your business."

Dracula knew this kid's bad temper and tried to speak as tactfully as possible.

"No." Yang Feng really shook his head: "Dracula, it's my job to save you. You don't have any psychological burden. I will never ask for your money."

"but……"

"But the current situation is much better than a year ago."

"In that case, I won't force you."

Yang Feng went up to the heights, looked down on the ten hectares of land, and muttered: "One day, I will also draw a circle on the land I like."

Back to school, it was dusk, and the road at the main entrance of the school was even under martial law. Of course, only motor vehicles were prohibited.

The two sides of the road were crowded with students, and the two teams had no less than a thousand people.

Yang Feng found that Wang Datong was among them, but at least a few hundred people were separated between the two.

Wang Datong also saw him, and kept waving at him, but he didn't see Park Zhongsheng and Jin Zishan.

Yang Feng also found four girls from Wang Bingqian, standing on the other side of the road.

Yang Feng touched a short man with glasses next to him with his shoulder: "Classmate, what are you doing?"

"Wait for someone."

"Waiting for whom?"

"See it for yourself." He pointed to the banner above his head.

Yang Feng looked up and saw it read: Warmly welcome the academic exchange delegation of Mingren College.

Yang Feng nodded, looked at the excited male and female students, and said to his heart that this was a welcome, it was really warm enough.

At the gate of the school, the short and squat logistics minister Bai Fusheng stood alone in the cold wind, waiting for the arrival of distinguished guests.

Bai Fusheng spent more than ten years in Beiqing University, how many presidents did he change?He can figure it out with his fingers.

The president of the former Guoren College and Wuren College had to personally greet them.

But this time is different. It should be said that Ruan Daojia is different from others. He is a pedantic old scholar who entrusts the reception work to the logistics minister Bai Fusheng.

For this reason, there is still some dialogue between the two.

"Principal, it's not good for you not to show up." Bai Fusheng said.

"Xiaobai, the purpose of Mingren Academy's coming here, don't need to tell me, you know it very well," Ruan Daojia said.

"Yes, but we are a nation of etiquette, so..."

"Be pedantic, they come to kick the hall, let's provide board and lodging, and send a senior leader to accompany you throughout the process. Isn't that enough?

"Yes Yes."

"Neon people must compare the baht and the baht. I can't see myself losing, but every time I go back home. In fact, I don't pay attention to these vain names, or this time we just surrender?"

"No, then they will think we look down on people."

"It's hypocritical, it's really difficult." Ruan Daojia sighed, "What kind of elite did they send this time?"

"There are three sages in the Liusheng family."

"One family and three sages?" Ruan Daojia laughed blankly.

"Yes, but, I heard that the three children of Liu Sheng's family are excellent."

"What do they want to try?"

"Calligraphy, tea ceremony, kendo."

Ruan Daojia nodded: "You arrange a few students, as long as they are not missing, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose."

"But it's about the honor of the school."

"Different people have different opinions. School is a place to teach and educate people. It is not a place to be brave and relentless. Normal competitions are helpful to improve knowledge. However, the purpose of Mingren Academy is that everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart."

"Principal, then I will go down and make arrangements."

"go Go."

Bai Fusheng looked at the end of the road, breathing into his palms from time to time, rubbing his hands and stomping.Ever since his elder brother Liao Shimei went in to eat public food, he had his tail caught in school and walked on thin ice tremblingly.

I hope that this time there will be no mistakes, no merit but no demerits.

Bai Fusheng prayed secretly, and a train fleet appeared in his vision.

The first is a black Audi with a license plate from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the second is a white Toyota overbearing, followed by a black Toyota Coaster, and finally a white Honda Accord.

On the windows of the three cars behind were small red sun flags and license plates of foreign embassies.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the embassy sent it together, which shows the awesomeness of the Mingren College delegation.

The four cars slowly stopped in front of the school. The retractable doors that were basically not open on weekdays opened. Bai Fusheng trot forward, and a man in suit came down from the passenger seat of the Audi car. He frowned when he saw Bai Fusheng alone.

"You are..." the man in the suit looked at the short and chubby Bai Fusheng, who was panting, and asked.

"I'm Bai Fusheng, and I live as the head of logistics in this school. Please advise me more." Bai Fusheng hugged the right hand of the man in the suit with a pair of fat hands.

"I'm from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and my name is An Yuming." The man in the suit has a slightly relaxed expression. Beiqing University is the leading university in China. The social relations of a logistics minister are already quite complicated, and he cannot be underestimated by an ordinary staff member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"Welcome, welcome." Bai Fusheng said with a simple smile.

"Just you?" An Yuming couldn't help asking.

"I am the leader of the school. President Ruan has a lot of opportunities and can't get away from him. But look at our enthusiastic students, there are no fewer than a thousand people!"

An Yuming nodded, just about to say something, a middle-aged man walked down the Accord, with a short body, a back, and a beard. He looked at the man in the suit with a cold face: "Mr. An, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Wu Zhi, I will introduce you." An Yuming pointed to Bai Fusheng, "This is the school's logistics director, who is responsible for receiving you."

"It's not us!" Wu Zhiying said bluntly: "It's the Mingren Academy delegation."

"Yes." An Yuming couldn't laugh or cry.

"A single logistics minister can represent the school's leadership team? This is disrespect for our Mingren College. I will lodge a solemn protest with your Ministry of Foreign Affairs on this matter."

"Wu Zhi military officer, you are too fussy!" An Yuming said with a light smile.

Wu Zhi's fame caught his breath. There was something in An Yuming's words. He was reminding himself that he was not an ambassador, but an ordinary military attache.

"In short, I will truthfully reflect to the ambassador that Beiqing University has a long history and profound background, and Mingren College is one of the three major colleges in my country. This in-depth cultural exchange is bound to promote the sound development of diplomatic relations between the two countries. Obviously I feel that the sincerity of Beiqing University is not enough."

"Mr. Wu Zhiying, is there enough sincerity, just look at our students?" Bai Fusheng looked back and waved, "Classmates, your idols are in the car and call out their names."

Before the words finished, the uniform shouts rang out, and nine out of ten boys were calling out a name-Junko Yanagi.

"Oh, hayo, messed up." Toyota's domineering side window lowered, revealing a standard Asian beauty face. She waved her wrists like Xuehao a few times and said a greeting before she retracted half of her body.

Suddenly, screams and whistles were endless.

"This is the oxygen beauty that I saw in 40,000 years? The Neon Man really picked up a trumpet on the way-can blow it." Yang Feng smiled and shook his head.

"Mr. Wu Zhi, are you satisfied, please." Bai Fusheng made a "please" gesture.

An Yuming shook hands with Wu Zhi's famous name: "Mr. Wu Zhi, since the person has been delivered, I have succeeded in retiring."

After all, without waiting for Wu Zhi's name to reply, get in the car and leave.

"Is this'no speculative words too much'?" Wu Zhiying muttered to himself while looking at the departing foreign ministry vehicle.

"Mr. Wu Zhi, please." Bai Fusheng said again.

"Wait a minute." Wu Zhiying walked to the domineering side and said: "Mr. Liu Sheng, how do you arrange it?"

A young but full of magnetic voice said: "Mr. Wu Zhi, you can also retreat, and you will be safe when you come. You can drive as you please."

Toyota overbearing and Coster behind directly passed Bai Fusheng and drove straight to the depths of the campus.

Bai Fusheng's face was green with anger, and the three young men of the Liusheng family were uneducated, and showed no respect for him, the logistics minister.

The students were also in an uproar.

Mingren College, what a cow!