Emperor Wei Jia noticed a detail.

When Uncle Wang was brought in, the house was not prepared. He poured Lao Wang a cup of boiled water with a little ashamed, and then started watching the game. As he looked, there was a cup of Matte on the table. Lao Wang was focused on watching the game, and without doubt, he picked it up and started drinking.

Uncle Wang’s vision was not covered, so naturally he didn’t take boiled water. After drinking it, he didn’t say anything. However, Emperor Wei Jia knew that Lao Wang’s biggest praise for what he had eaten and drunk, and he didn’t say anything. However, he took the time to take a look at Emperor Wei Jia for a little regretful. The meaning was obvious that if you were as good as making tea, you would be.

Emperor Wei Jia praised the snail girl for growing her face for herself, although the face she had not wanted.

While praising her, she found something wrong: Didn’t the snail girl always predict the future and do the preparations in front of her? Although she couldn’t see it, she was always finished. When did she operate it in front of people? Did she not count Wang Qiumei’s arrival this time? Is it because variables began to affect the girl’s field control ability, or is the variable Wang Qiumei itself beyond her ability?

When he was distracted, the first half was over.

Wang Qiumei was still digesting the first half. During the second half, he kept asking himself the same question: How should football be played?

Wei Jiahuang looked at it and thought: It needs to be digested. In a sense, the impact of this game is unprecedented.

Can this be considered playing football?

It depends on who you are playing for.

Self-worth is valuable, and fans' willingness is higher. If it is for winning or losing, both can be abandoned.

However, in the past years, self-worth, fans' wishes, and winners and losses have intersected, restricted and influenced each other, and even triggered each other, and eventually became a mature bundled product, and fans' wishes are the core of this product.

However, this world is much simpler, and self-worth is only about winning or losing. The world of him and his two-person world cannot tolerate the fans' wishes. It is better to say that the least valuable thing is the fans' wishes.

There are only two purposes for playing football, and it is equally important. First, for yourself, second, for winning. For the initiative to survive, you have to play football; as long as you start playing, you must win.

Because of this, both sides of the game did not care what others thought in the second half of the first half, and performed an unprecedented showdown mode in football history.

Wei Jiahuang was fine. Although the two players in the final of the Tooth Cup are still far from what they did today, it was at least the same way, and even the purpose of playing football back then was almost the same - to get the initiative in survival. For an aesthetic master like Mr. Wang, the picture is subversive. If there is a world hidden in his heart, the significance of this second half of the game is no less than the World War of the Industrial Revolution and Renaissance.

Wei Jiahuang, who no longer digests the game, stared at the TV in a daze.

I rarely watch games here. Based on the experience of the old world, I will officially enter the advertisement after I finish taking a close-up of the Dragon Riding Team's face.

The final picture is suspected to be given to Bai Zhu.

Wang Qiumei suddenly spoke: "You teammate is very powerful."

Emperor Wei Jia didn't say anything, thinking: I don't deny this, even if it's not included in the cheating given by this world.

Wang Qiumei added: "You are not bad either."

Emperor Wei Jia was too lazy to see him and smiled bitterly: Lao Wang, you really don’t need to do this.

If he had read it, at least he could see that Wang Qiumei was serious.

But he didn't, and would rather wait for the next advertisement. He was curious about whose advertisement the first advertisement that Tianquan Yisetong entered was.

"This is Fudu Jinchaosen..."

Emperor Wei Jiahuang jumped up like a cat with a trampled tail.

Wang Qiumei was shocked: "What's wrong?"

"This is a magical neighborhood, and it still maintains its appearance a thousand years ago. Every year in late autumn, the golden leaves of ginkgo trees cover the streets, so beautiful that they cannot be described in words, so they are named Jinchao Sen.

Hot glutinous rice cake, a popular delicacy thousands of years ago - this is called sugar-roasted fruit, look, that child is so greedy..."

Emperor Wei Jia ignored Wang Qiumei and walked towards Jin Chaosen on the screen. The TV was not far away and was still moving forward, as if it was about to be embedded in the picture.

"This is the most important part of Jinchao Sen a thousand years ago, and it has been used to this day - Fudu 19 Middle School!"

Emperor Wei Jia saw the familiar river and remembered the smiling girl.

“What is the slogan?”

Just stopped here.

In the end, you become an app. No, it is part of your copycat.

"A thousand years ago, the campus football pattern in Fudu was very different from today. The peak of middle school football, 19 out of 15 out of 19 out of 15 out of 2014, the three strong men and three strong men in the same place—"

Emperor Wei Jia was even more strange: What is this to do? Also, isn’t the era when the three strong men joined together when we were young? Could it be that the magnificent Tianquan’s set of things dared to say that Bai Zhu came from a thousand years ago?

"The present of a thousand years has been passed by, belonging to the era of Gangliu and Yanjiang. In 15, the sun sets in the west, and the two trees no longer exist. Even in 19, the scenery is no longer there—"

Pit and Park Ji were also watching the live broadcast with their mobile phones. Before being sanctioned, Park Ji only did research on the core middle school football at that time, and asked for help and tapped: "Is this the case in the old world? Is it really not possible in 19?"

He shook his head and said, "No, except for the fact that he was indeed transferred to the group, Yanjiang was almost the same as the sixth one in 19."

He and Wei Jiahuang were wondering if they would see Bai Zhu in the next shot.

I didn’t expect the Jin family to have such great energy, and I didn’t expect that he had such great courage. Before he could decide the winner, he would build momentum for Bai Zhu?

If you think about it carefully, it’s time. The prince and Zhu Yu are fighting in full swing for the chairman of the Disabled Persons’ Federation. Since you believe that Bai Zhu can win, why should you let him lose at the starting line?

Park Jiu let out a light exclamation, and a girl with glasses appeared on the picture. A close-up hit on the old-fashioned framed glasses, and the wisest immediately felt very intimate.

The girl was walking along the small river outside the school - she walked while walking with her cell phone. The things she was looking for seemed to be visible through an app on her mobile phone.

"Shh! She saw it!"

"So what if I see it? Does that melon lady dare to come over?"

"But, it seems so bad!"

"When I was in the back! Wasn't that bitch so arrogant before? This is retribution!"

Emperor Wei Jia's heart was shocked: Documentary?

"But, what if she doesn't ride on her knees?"

"No, the guy is in trouble. He can't even get the bus. He still rides so far away because he doesn't have money - haha, the guy goes to sweep it!"

"Quick! Keep up!"

The camera has been looking for a girl with glasses, and the other girls only hear the sound but do not see the person.

In the music where the car lock automatically pops up, the girl with glasses sat on the cushion. Before she could ride away, she changed her complexion and screamed, as if her butt was on fire and was about to jump off the seat. However, her butt was still tightly pressed against the cushion, where could she get it?

Then I saw three or five girls entering in a mess, and amid the screams of the glasses, pushing her to the ground, with people and cars.

"Hahaha, look at this bitch's slut~ butt!"

"It's so stinking, bitch, are you shitting?"

"Oh, the light yellow liquid has been stained and rubbed to the knees. You are destroying public property!"

"Go and go wash the car!"

The girl's glasses, which had already disheveled hair, fell to the ground, and the lenses were deliberately stomped. She was almost blind and was hanging her bicycle on her butt. She was so anxious that she lay on the ground and touched her hands. She touched the broken lenses and immediately cut several fingers.

However, this is not the end. The girl group who wailed and begged for mercy was still insisting on washing the car, and the people and cars were not separated, so they pushed them into the river together.

Emperor Wei Jiahuang was sure that until the moment he entered the water, he was still tightly stuck together through his hips, thinking: Did he use any vicious glue? The girls in the 19th middle and high school in this world are so bad?

Then I thought: What's the right to say if it's bad or not? It wasn't because of Hong Yulan, but what's the difference between studying in Monk Middle School? It seems that I know girls in the old world very well.

After watching the game, I became more and more confused as I watched it: I broadcast the football game live, and what should I do to play this short film that reflects school bullying in the middle? It was 19 Middle School again. Do you really need to connect with Bai Zhu? Bai Zhu, campus bullying, how do you connect with this?

Emperor Wei Jiahuang knew that the river was not deep on both sides and the water flow was not fast. Apart from being dirty, there was no particularly harmful point.

Park Jiu was a little surprised: "It looks great after taking off his glasses."

I touched my heart and said: It’s true, it’s just that it’s broken on this face!

Both of them couldn't help but get into the role and forgot their original intention.

Suddenly, the narration came out: "My name is Lu Shu, I am an ordinary sophomore in Fudu No. 19--"

After slashing and Park Jiu, you both want to say that your appearance alone has nothing to do with ordinary people.

"I'm a terrible person. I know they all hate me."

The picture cut into the classroom, and the teacher on the stage said: "The midterm exam is about to be in. I understand everyone's idea of ​​cramming temporarily, but you must be careful not to get hurt."

Wei Jiahuang thought this was strange: what did the midterm exam have to do with being careful not to get hurt?

A slender hand raised timidly.

The teacher looked at Lu Shu with a disgusting expression: "What are you going to do?"

Lu Shu was still wearing those old air glasses this time, and she was so scared that she shivered. She never dared to lift her head again, and she shrank into a stuttering voice: "Old...teacher! Please...will you not take the exam this time...that...six...six?"

The teacher asked her unhappy: "What are the six or seven?"

"It's Chinese...Mathematics...Physics--"

The teacher slapped the table and interrupted her: "Are you talking about Chinese, mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology?"

Lu Shu nodded quickly.

The whole class burst into laughter: "Haha! I'm so laughing! She is still dreaming of including the next six subjects in the midterm exam?"

Emperor Wei Jia was stunned: What? I heard right, what he said was the "lower" six sects?

I checked it directly on my mobile phone. There are special explanations on the basic encyclopedia - the lower six subjects, including six basic subjects: Chinese, mathematics, English, physics, chemistry, and biology. They are elective subjects for basic education. Most of the time, they appear in the lower class people who are active after dinner and are high. They are six very humble subjects...

"Can you pass the exam six subjects to satisfy her addiction to becoming an excellent student?"

"What kind of virtue does not urinate and show your own qualities?"

At this time, Emperor Wei Jia also roughly scanned the girl's appearance. He wanted to say that it would be very good if he really wanted to pee and take a look. Besides, what does the best student have to do with what he looks like? I didn't look very good. If I were willing to work hard back then, it would be a good student.
To be continued...