Chapter 1127: Flat breasted women (below)

In the unexpected chaos that broke out suddenly, time flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye it is morning again.
Monday morning is always extremely busy, and many people must regain their rhythm.
Ruiwen sat at the dining table for almost five minutes, with a pair of panda eyes, Mo Peng yawned and sat next to Ms. Luo Shuqing’s "kind care". There was obvious swelling on her already round face. . And when he glanced at the neatly arranged dishes and the neater and soulless dishes, he suddenly lost his only energy, collapsed on the table, and groaned:
"Why is it'Lao Mo", my father? I urgently need to add high sugar, high fat and high protein..."
Ms. Luo Shuqing smiled and replied: "Your father also slept three hours longer than you, and went out at four in the morning. Now he is on duty to earn money to support his family, unlike someone who wastes time, money and life..."
Mo Peng tried to block his ears with the tabletop, but he could only block one side.
"Caught all night?"
Limited by the industry, Moya, who must often eat weight-loss meals, still has a certain tolerance for the "Lao Mo environmentally friendly cuisine" of home artificial intelligence, especially when there are objects that can be gloating.
"I am a victim!"
Mo Peng hit the desktop with half of his face, but he was weak: "I really didn't want to spend the night. Nanzi grabbed me and passed the expansion all night. I will revenge for him! This kind of game should be played slowly. Little by little familiarity with the characters and data, forcibly clearing the level, there is no experience at all..."
Moya raised her eyebrows: "An unexpected good reason for indulgence!"
"If I indulge, I just fell asleep on his bed, okay? Instead of being pulled by him to clear the level, I didn't even get a thank you..."
"Oh, so pitiful, it seems I ripped you off too early."
As Mo Peng's mother-in-law, Ms. Luo Shuqing still knew her son after all, and did not really regard her own son as a hopelessly degenerate faction, just wondering:
"Nannan has no game addiction?
"He's not playing games!"
Mo Peng has no appetite, but only expresses his desire: "Who plays games, opens workspaces, takes notes, checks data, plus conference calls? Writing papers is not so serious! Ten days in the wilderness... I will touch it again within ten days Just chop your hands!"
"Okay, I bought a trotter in advance for you to prepare it."
Mo Ya saw through Mo Peng's words, then turned her eyes to the other side: "Wilder Ten Days... Ruiwen, do you know? What's the matter?"
Ruiwen considered it seriously, but it was really difficult to describe the situation clearly in concise language.
At this time, a rush of steps sounded, and Ronan "cengceng" the basement, without stopping at the table, he hurried over, saying:
"I'll go out."
Luo Shuqing raised her voice: "Stop eating?"
"There is a meeting over there, everyone is hungry." The voice fell, and the people were gone.
At the dining table, except for Rui Wen, all three sighed, although the inner core was slightly different.
Moya continued to ask Ruiwen: "Is there a problem with the newly opened expansion?"
Ruiwen recalled the information she received last night and nodded silently. As for what the problem was, she would still say no good for a while.
Moya kicked her brother with her big long legs: "Hey, you played all night, except for dark circles, there is no useful information?"
"There is intelligence, but is it right? I dare not ask."
Mo Peng grumbled twice, and struggled to stand up under the sight of his mother and sister, and tried to recall: "First of all, it must be the game setting. The new expansion has opened up a whole series of heroes and the corresponding evolution tree. It is about controllable. Distorted new human. This smell is a bit wrong to touch carefully..."
Breakfast was temporarily turned into a seminar, which undoubtedly greatly affected the schedule. However, in such an environment, it is of course impossible to draw effective judgments and opinions, let alone feasible solutions. In the end, everyone has to go to work and school separately.
It is Moya's turn to send Ruiwen to school today. On Monday, the traffic flow is doomed to be particularly congested. Even if you are sitting in Moya's red supercar, you can't even think of any rushing experience.
In Ruiwen's view, this is undoubtedly a super inefficient behavior, but it is also an effort to delay the stay of vivid colors, even the color itself, and she has no clear idea of ​​rejecting it.
However, choosing this method will inevitably allocate the time for studying the foggy maze and the sea of ​​flowers between the urban traffic layer and the high-rise buildings, the same confusion but quickly graying and chaotic real world.
Ruiwen knows that she sees things based on current conditions and known information, a process of rolling forward to death. In theory, every second will change, which may bring about completely different results.
But the reality is that after thousands of times, the trend will never change.
As for the details, those fleeting details are brilliant, but if you really need to study them carefully, there will inevitably be a kind of "meaningless" doubt or self-consciousness.
Well, Ruiwen is not too clear about the meaning of "meaning", but after living with Ronan for a long time, I feel that he is always in trouble, as if he is being pumped by an invisible whip. It must be wrong to waste time.
The problem is that Ronan himself is currently in the same trend.
In Ruiwen's view, Ronan also devoted his limited energy to the details that kept appearing, bifurcating, and rapidly declining and even chaos.
Maybe that was not his intention, but in this complicated and chaotic real world, there will always be factors of this kind that affect him, such as a sudden game expansion incident.
In fact, Ruiwen doesn’t quite understand why Ronan cares so much about this incident. She can’t judge whether Ronan’s actions are correct-because she can’t rule out that
tributary
will eventually become
mainstream
, although in the end Still have to return to dead silence.
Ruiwen is confused, but in most cases, the only target she can and is willing to refer to is Ronan.
She hopes to be able to understand and imitate this pattern. Perhaps, it will help her to be more separated from the gloomy and silent river, so as not to merge together prematurely and fall into endless chaos.
Ruiwen instinctively didn't want that, although she couldn't find a particularly clear distinction now-she couldn't tell whether she was aloof or was part of this dead river.
Those brilliant colors are dying out, is she observing the home of everything, or is the occasional wave of the long river intertwined and separated from the real world?
Ruiwen looked out the window, but saw her own shadow on the car window glass. In the environment where the internal and external light folds and flows, and also in the fuzzy mirror carrier, the image above seems to be creeping and changing, as if the outer shell will be peeled off at any time, and completely different things will jump out of it.
The finger touched the car window, and also touched the shadow, the contact was slightly cold, just like the "water vapor" of the dead river, lightly nibbling her fingertip.
But, is she above or below the water?
Moya is the person in the family who knows Ruiwen best besides Ronan. It is precisely because of familiarity that he will not deliberately disturb in the silent atmosphere.
Most of the time in the car was kept quiet, and Moya was also handling some of his own affairs during the auto-driving period, and did not speak until he was almost at school:
"Looking at Ronan's confusion these days, don't mess with other aspects."
Ruiwen looked away from her own mirror and turned to look at her.
"I mean those messy things on the Internet, when they break, they break. I'll tell the company and BHD that you meet those paparazzi or women with long tongues at school. If you can hide, you will try to cool things down within two days. "
Ruiwen thinks about it seriously: "I will skip class."
"...Then am I an accomplice or the principal?"
Ruiwen still lacks this kind of sensibility, and has no response to Moya's teasing.
Moya rolled his eyes and said nothing after all. Five minutes later, the car arrived at school smoothly.
After Ruiwen and Moya bid farewell, she did not go to the main campus, and went directly on the self-propelled conveyor belt towards the north shore jungle.
In fact, Ruiwen wanted to move directly to the underground laboratory of Gear. It's just that during this time, she is really famous, walking on the campus, almost every second someone stares at her. It is very difficult to find a suitable visual and psychological blind spot in this environment.
She can only spend a little more time, like normal students, from the self-propelled conveyor belt to the school tram until the outskirts of the North Shore jungle.
However, at this time, the direction of normal students' activities must be opposite to her.
Riwen ignored the weird gazes along the way and prepared to go deep into the jungle, and then just jump directly to the laboratory.
At this moment, a horn rang behind him: "Hi, Luo Xiang...Sister Ruiwen!"
The man in the body first said Ruiwen's registered name at school, and felt that it was too strange, so he learned the usual name of Ronan and used a more intimate name—what he thought.
The problem is that Ruiwen didn't look back at all, as if she didn't hear his greetings at all, and went straight to the Jiuqu Bridge that crossed the Lin Long River and connected the south bank to the north bank.
The man behind jumped out of the sightseeing car, hurried two steps, and kept talking, "Do you recognize me? I am Ou Que, we have seen it."
Ruiwen can't remember.
She continued to walk forward, and the guy named Ou Que also followed, whispering in her ear: "Riwen, are you not going to go to class at this time? Ah, although the behavior is not very good, but by You did it very interesting...the most valuable thing about occultism is that it is interesting, and you are still mysterious enough."
Ruiwen followed Moya's teaching and remained silent in front of the Long Tongue Woman.
But Ou Que didn't mean to constrain at all: "Are you going to'Gear'? Have you had breakfast? The calla cake here is unexpectedly authentic, I invite you...Ah!"
Ou Que screamed subconsciously. The reason was that just after crossing the Jiuqu Bridge and stepping on the ground on the north shore paved with gravel and grass, there was a brown shadow, passing through the grass and trees that were still slightly moist in the morning, in the diagonal thorns. Hit it out and hit it straight here.
Ou Que almost didn't kick it out, but fortunately, he finally saw which one was. He staggered to contain him, but he was taken over by the fat and round guy, and he couldn't go with Ruiwen anymore.
The guy who jumped out clearly occupied a good place, but he didn't dare to rub against Ruiwen, but excitedly circled under her feet, his long tail thumped the mudstone grass stalks, and puffed.
Undoubtedly, this is Jerry.
Ou Que often sees it in clubs, knowing that it is Xie Junping's godson, one of Ronan's friends, and he gets in and out of Ronan's extremely beautiful friends of the opposite sex.
Including Ruiwen.
What Ou Que didn't know was that this little thing, which looked like a muskrat common in the jungle swamp area, actually experienced mysterious and complicated experiences. As far as we know, it has been refined by Luo Zhongheng, storing a large amount of key information, and doing some cleaning work in the tree hole of the dry tree sandbank.
It can be said that it is precisely because of Jerry's existence that Luo Zhongheng's letter, the building structure of the tree hole space and other materials left by Luo Zhongheng are well preserved.
Since that incident, the muskrat has a different position in Ronan's heart. But Ruiwen, who was the first to "introduce" Jerry to Ronan, has the same attitude towards this little thing.
She didn't stop, and Jerry followed her honestly, her plump body achieved a perfect card position in the relatively narrow jungle path, so that Ou Que could not go with Ruiwen anyway.
Ou Que can only be one position behind, brighten his voice, and talk to Ruiwen as much as possible:
"By the way, if you don't spend energy on schoolwork, you are really preparing to make your debut? Although Mingtang culture is not very clever in this wave, I still believe in you-a girl like you, who can be in every field Success, in the entertainment industry, will allow more people to see and appreciate your beauty, that kind of bold and mysterious beauty!
"At that time, I will definitely fan you, um, now I actually fan too."
Ou Que did not hesitate to say something beautiful, and even more clearly expressed his attitude, but Ruiwen still ignored him. Ou Que frowned, but he quickly calmed down-it's just such a CoolGirl that can get his eyesight, right?
In this way, the two came all the way to "Gear".
At this time, there are not many people in the "gear". Some are weird guys who do those inexplicable occult experiments, forget the time and simply stay here; there are also guys who think the coffee and pastries here are delicious, come here early and enjoy the welfare of the club. At this time, bring a female companion. What's the most atmospheric.
But no matter what it is, it is not the same as the hurried little guys on the South Bank-those who freely control their time and enjoy life freely are the rights that upper-year college students have.
In the hall, Cao Shanhai, the well-known "Baguajun" of the society, is one of the members of Cengfan in the morning, and there is a beautiful school girl hanging in his arms. At this time, if you meet an acquaintance, you will definitely want to show off. Cao Shanhai talked to some friends in the elevator hall on the first floor and discussed going to the leisure booth for coffee and chat.
At this time, he watched Ruiwen and Ou Que walk in.
Here, Ruiwen’s "direction" is right, but her age is becoming more and more out of place, not to mention the fact that she is still following the vice president of the club, which is even more eye-catching.
"I wipe it!"
When Cao Shanhai saw Rui Wen, his eyelids jumped a few times, and his eyes were deflected subconsciously. He also inevitably thought of Rui Wen's brother, Ronan who had caused him to have nightmares for months.
At the end of last year, he suffered a lot from Ronan because of his big mouth. Especially at the "Feasting Banquet" event, the tears rushed, sitting on the ground begging for mercy, and by the way, he sold his old friend Huang Bingzhen, which was a loss of face.
To say that he must be hated in his heart, but to say revenge...Go for it!
At that time, Ronan was given a hand and dragged on the ground with his neck. They all had the rank of captain. Not to mention that afterwards, he and the elders in his family had been "specially taken care of" by big people... Guy, revenge? Is he hitting his head?
The momentum was taken away, but Cao Shanhai's mouth was always in front of his head, bypassing Ruiwen, and other things:
"Hehe, Ou Que's taste has become quite fast."
In the circle of Shenyanshe, everyone knows that the vice president Ou Que is a standard annual control. Whether it is the president Tang Yi or the beauty agent Fei Jin who has dropped out of school due to illness, it is his good one.
And this young man with a little tail left in his freshman year has never denied this, and always uses the identity and resources of the vice president to create opportunities for himself and create public opinion.
Regardless of the effect, this person has been established.
But now this scene...
A circle of people looked at Ou Que, who had already walked into the elevator with Rui Wen, but then exited with the sound of the alarm—this elevator was installed later and went directly to Ronan’s underground laboratory. Ou Que is true. Permission denied.
In contrast, the muskrat that wobbled his head and tail was stronger than him.
The people standing here right now, with Cao Shanhai, are all people in the same circle, who have more or less wealth and privileges, but seeing this kind of scene, it is inevitable that there is a little acidic water.
There are also people who have a good relationship with Ou Que, teasing him from a distance: "Ou, do you like this one, or do you like this one's sister or aunt? Say hello to everyone in advance!"
Ou Que turned back and was not angry. The baby's face was full of smiles, shaking his head and shaking his head: "Isn't the aspirant not in my senior year. Do you understand courage?
"Huh?"
"Have you never seen Ruiwen's video? The one coming out of the elevator. That look is not a gesture or a performance, it is completely natural and charming! In contrast, she is..."
Speaking of this, Ou Que saw that there were also girls here, so he made a haha, bypassed the comparison, and rubbed his hands:
"Furthermore, my emotions are very pure. I decided to start with fans. First set up support groups and clubs... Watching Ruiwen grow step by step!"
Looking at Ou Que's appearance, of course the men who are familiar with each other are still laughing. The school girl who is holding Cao Shanhai's arms has just figured out the situation and whispered:
"That's the magic eye girl."
"Yeah, don't you know?"
The school girl curled her lips: "It's not a big star, everyone must remember?"
Cao Shanhai smelled sour gas, he smiled and slammed his elbow back, "Yes, yes, it's definitely not as big as you!"
The school girl patted him angrily on the shoulder, recalling Ruiwen's slender and straight figure, then laughed out loud, and approached Cao Shanhai's ear and said, "Fortunately, she is wearing a skirt, but a change should be fine. Are you sure you made a mistake of gender? This is so popular now."
Cao Shanhai rolled his eyes and patted the school girl back to make her shut up.
He can't think of offending Ou Que because of the woman's jealousy. The most important thing is that he must never offend Ruiwen and the one behind her!
The problem is that his attitude is not firm enough, and the school girl's thinking has shifted a bit: "It was originally! Look at this, Luna just changed the desktop, super handsome, but I heard that this is a girl!"
How can Cao Shanhai look at the shared resources between the little girls, but the projection area over there is open, and he has to take a polite glance...
Then it can't be pulled out.
At this time, the school girl also said "Huh", and found new information from the desktop picture: "This person..."
She looked up to the elevator door, and of course she couldn't see anything except the metal door.
Cao Shanhai saw it really in the projection area:
The character who occupies two-thirds of the picture is like a boxer by profession. His upper body was naked, showing slender and smooth muscle lines. The forearm was raised, the fist was vacantly clenched, and the defensive posture in the fighting technique was made.
This posture covered most of the man's face, but the exposed half was really beautiful, and he was young and childish.
Of course, the most impressive thing is the cold and gloomy eyes that seem to be able to absorb light, giving this flat picture a vivid and vibrant sense of power. As if the next moment, he would punch out swiftly, take the strong enemy straight, and kill him in one blow.
As Ou Que said, "Aspiration"...
The corners of Cao Shanhai's mouth twitched, his eyes half-squinted, he subconsciously bypassed the lines of his upper body, focused on the head and face area, and began to evaluate:
If, if the person in the picture is made to have longer hair, a little more plump cheeks, and then wear a Zhixing school uniform, then...
I rely on!
At this moment, Ou Que deflected his gaze and walked around the palm-sized projection area. In the next second, he sucked in his whole body and cried out:
"Riwen?!"
Cao Shanhai shuddered.