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Chapter 17 Short paragraphs(1/4)

"Let's stop making trouble." Dong Zhulin said.

"Yes." Han Shao answered.

"Let me tell you something carefully." Dong Zhulin said.

"Yes." Han Shao said.

"Actually, my brother is very rough." Dong Zhulin said.

"Hey?"

Han Shao had no choice but to stop him: "Stop making a fuss, tell everyone a good story, and then talk about me?"

"Then who are you talking about?" Dong Zhulin asked.

"Tell me about yourself." Han Shao gestured.

"Speaking of myself, I am actually very frustrated." Dong Zhulin nodded.

"What's wrong?" Han Shao asked.

"Everyone knows that I have been talking about cross talk for so many years, but I have been out of school for longer." Dong Zhulin said.

"Everyone in the country knows this, even one illiterate person." Han Shao laughed.

"You are illiterate! You are illiterate!" Dong Zhulin complained.

("Haha!" the audience laughed.)

Han Shao also smiled.

"I'm already in a rough situation, don't laugh at me anymore." Dong Zhulin said.

"What's wrong?" Han Shao asked.

"I didn't study well when I was a child." Dong Zhulin said.

"Yeah?" Han Shao was curious.

"In order to encourage me to study, my dad told me that if you can get 1,000 points in all subjects, I will buy a bicycle worth 1,000 yuan. If you can get 800 points in the test, I will buy it for you."

An 800 car." Dong Zhulin said.

"Ah, to inspire you?" Han Shao suddenly realized.

"Then I finished the exam and came back to see my dad happily!" Dong Zhulin was happy.

"You got high marks in the exam?" Han Shao also laughed for him.

"I asked my dad! Do you have a bicycle that costs two and a half yuan?" Dong Zhulin looked excited.

("Hahahaha!!" "Bahahahahahah~" The audience all laughed.)

"You scored a total of 2.5 out of 1,000 points?"

Han Shao looked at Dong Zhulin: "You can get 3 points for writing your name correctly. How did you pass the exam?"

("Hahahaha!!" the audience laughed.)

"My father is also very pleased." Dong Zhulin signaled.

"Yeah?" Han Shao was surprised.

"Tell me very gently...get out!!!" Dong Zhulin impatiently imitated his father in the end.

("Hahaha." The audience laughs.)

"If you want, I'll keep you here and give you a good beating before leaving." Han Shao said.

"But I'm not discouraged." Dong Zhulin signaled.

"Aren't you discouraged?" Han Shao asked.

"I still want a bicycle, but what should I do? What should I do?!" Dong Zhulin said.

"I'm crazy." Han Shao said.

"Hey?! I suddenly saw a roller in our backyard." Dong Zhulin clapped his hands.

"Nianzi?" Han Shao was surprised.

"I clamped the roller together with the handle. Isn't this also a car?!" Dong Zhulin said.

"Can you push it?" Han Shao was curious.

"Yes! Yes!"

Dong Zhulin said: "It's just a little slow."

"What kind of slow method?" Han Shao asked.

"I woke up at 6:30 in the morning, and it was already 5 pm when I got to school," Dong Zhulin said.

("Hahahaha!!" the audience laughed.)

Han Shao also smiled and nodded: "You just got the car to skip school, right?"

"There's nothing we can do! The teacher hasn't seen me the whole semester."

"Do I still have to wait for you?" Han Shao asked.

Dong Zhulin said: "And if you push it to school, I have to push it back?"

"You can't go home until midnight?" Han Shao asked.

"Yeah. It's midnight when I get back." Dong Zhulin said.

Han Shao smiled: "If you push it forward, you won't see the teacher. If you push it back, you won't see your father. You will be orphaned by a car."

("Hahahahahaha!!" "Bahhhhhhhhhhh!!" The audience laughed and applauded.)

Dong Zhulin was about to speak, but immediately started laughing. He pushed hard and said, "You are an orphan."

Han Shao also stood back with a smile and complained: "Then aren't you delaying me?"

"so."

Dong Zhulin was helpless: "After graduation, no school wanted me."

"How dare you go to school and learn to push a cart? Who would want you if you didn't learn any knowledge?" Han Shao said.

"In the end, I had no choice but to drop out of school. I originally planned to talk about cross talk with my dad." Dong Zhulin said.

"Oh? Does it mean there are twists and turns?" Han Shao was surprised.

"Yes, I have."

Dong Zhulin said: "A school sent me an admission notice."

"Really? Which school?" Han Shao was curious.

"College major in the Sports Academy." Dong Zhulin said.

"Sports academy? Those who study physical education?" Han Shao asked.

"My arm strength is amazing! I will be admitted based on my specialty." Dong Zhulin said.

"My arms are naturally useful." Han Shao nodded.

("Haha." The audience laughs.)

Dong Zhulin was stunned for a moment and looked at Han Shao: "Can you just follow the words?"

Han Shao also laughed, and Dong Zhulin said: "I can't accept you like this."

Han Shao waved his hand: "Is it just admission?"

"I was admitted. I will be happy when I tell my dad when I go home," Dong Zhulin said.

"Your father still knows you?" Han Shao asked.

("Hahahaha!!" "Oh oh oh oh oh~" the audience laughed and clapped their hands.)

"Nonsense! Nonsense!" Dong Zhulin waved his hand.

"No, I thought I couldn't see you when you came back in the middle of the night." Han Shao laughed.

"My dad is also happy. He prepared things for me to go to school. Two dumbbells and four shot put are all put in my bag." Dong Zhulin simulated having a bag in his hand.

"Why are you pretending like this?" Han Shao was puzzled.

"This time it's boarding. I'll come back once a week, so I don't have to push it every day." Dong Zhulin said.

"Are you afraid that your muscles will atrophy?" Han Shao smiled.

"He asked me to exercise all the time. How rare is it for someone to recruit me because of this specialty?" Dong Zhulin said.

"Okay, then go ahead." Han Shao said.

"I carried it on my back and went there to live in a dormitory. When I first arrived, someone was already lying on the lower bunk and looking at their mobile phones." Dong Zhulin said.

"Your classmate?" Han Shao asked.

"I asked him, classmate, where should I sleep?" Dong Zhulin asked.
To be continued...
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