This was a night that was destined to be uneventful. Han Wu, who was drunk to death, held a personal concert in his dormitory. The sound of farts with a strong rhythm was more shocking than the drum set! Just listen to "Ding Ding~" Dulu Dang~Pfft~Porphy..." It was really a jeep run on an eight hundred-mile mountain road, with two-cent haggis and some tripe. It was as lively as it wanted!
The other seven buddies in the dormitory were all stunned by his fart, and they thought to themselves: "What the hell is this fart? If you add a little bit of gravy, it's just shit!"
Just when they thought of this, the friend who was sleeping in the lower bunk of Hanwu was in tragedy. After a loud exhaust sound of Hanwu, a puddle of sticky paste hit him through the gap of the bed board of the upper bunk. on his face.
The guy wiped it with his hand, wrinkled his nose and smelled it. The next second he jumped up with a howl, retching and rushed outside.
After Han Wu's performance was upgraded, he couldn't stay in the dormitory anymore, and the other six roommates also rushed out holding the quilt...
Early the next morning, two bad boys, Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao, drove to the bureau early. Who knew there were others earlier than them? They saw a large group of people gathered downstairs in the logistics dormitory. Zhang Zihao poked Miao Qiang. , laughed in a low voice: "Now the fun is great!"
After walking into the crowd, Zhang Zihao found a buddy with whom he had a good relationship and asked, "What's going on?"
The man said with a bad smile: "I heard it was very lively last night. The third floor is the dormitory of the canteen staff. Old Han from 302 held a concert all night. No one can enter the dormitory now."
While the two were talking, Zheng Chen walked in from outside the crowd. This guy got a chemical protective suit from somewhere. He wore a gas mask and carried an oxygen bottle behind his back. He held a mobile phone in his left hand and an oxygen bottle in his right hand. A mop rod.
After walking into the crowd, he took off his gas mask and said: "Brothers, I'm going to explore the road and see what's going on with Old Han. Later I will broadcast the whole process live. Remember to give me a little red heart!"
As he was talking, he saw Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao smiling evilly at the side. He saw these two boys winking at him and said to him: "Come on, we two brothers will accompany you up."
There were no outsiders in the elevator. Zheng Chen said with a smile: "You two are really good at playing. I'm afraid that old boy Han Wu will be ruined this time."
Zhang Zihao put his hands on his shoulders, hugged his neck and smiled: "Don't talk nonsense, we two brothers didn't do anything. But you, you actually want to start a live broadcast, you are too bad."
After hearing this, Zheng Chen nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, you two didn't do anything. I just said the wrong thing, okay."
"That's pretty much it."
After getting out of the elevator, Zheng Chen put on the gas mask again, unscrewed the oxygen bottle and opened the live broadcast software on his mobile phone.
In an instant, more than 300 people entered the live broadcast room, and netizens entered the live broadcast room one after another. Seeing this number, Miao Qiang frowned and said to himself: "This is bad, this matter is going to be big." , the total number of people in the entire 79th round is only about 300. Looking at the surge in popularity in the live broadcast room, it is obvious that many people outside the 79th round are watching."
Thinking of this, he pulled Zhang Zihao and whispered in his ear: "Stay away from Zheng Chen's mobile phone camera and don't show your face in his live broadcast. I feel that this kid will make a big deal out of this matter."
At this time, Zheng Chen couldn't help but get excited when he saw that the popularity in the live broadcast room had soared to 3,000. He saw him wearing a gas mask and said to the camera: "Thanks to my family for their support. Little Red Heart is walking. No one is paying attention."
Pay attention to the anchor, I will take you to explore the human jet machine that has been rare for thousands of years, and I guarantee to bring an unprecedented new experience to your family members."
While talking, the three of them came to the door of 302. The door was closed and they didn't know what was going on inside. Zheng Chen raised his hand and turned the door handle and found that the bedroom door was not locked, so he asked Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao
He made an OK gesture.
The two nodded silently, then turned sideways to move away from the door. After everything was ready, Zheng Chen gently pulled the door. The moment the door opened, there was a light yellow gas mixed with pungent smell.
The stench wafted out.
Seeing this, Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao hurriedly hid far away. Zheng Chen smiled at them, then opened the door and walked in.
Zheng Chen was stunned when he entered the dormitory. Before entering, he had fantasized about the scene in the room countless times, but when he actually entered the room, everything inside had overturned his cognition.
I saw Han Wu still lying naked on the bed, sleeping soundly, his snoring echoing with the sound of farts. What's even worse is that as he continued to exhaust, strings of cantaloupe seeds were covered by the sound.
It burst out and sprayed everywhere.
At this time, the wall next to his bed was covered with cantaloupe seeds, and there was no place to put his feet on the floor. The most incredible thing was that Han Wu slept on the upper bunk, which was closer to the ceiling, and he was lying on his stomach.
While sleeping, the ceiling of the entire dormitory was dotted with cantaloupe seeds, which was even more spectacular than the Fifty Star Chart.
Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao, who were hiding far away, did not follow Zheng Chen in, but took out their mobile phones to watch his live broadcast.
They saw Zheng Chen using the mop pole in his hand to poke Han Wu, who was still sleeping soundly. However, Han Wu did not react at all and continued to sleep soundly like thunder.
At this time, the barrage in the live broadcast room was all over the screen, and I saw someone posting a barrage saying: "Damn it, this guy is good for a while. I will ask him to come and plant seeds in my farm next spring. It will be fine. This guy doesn't have to do anything."
Just lie down in the middle, and you can sow at least ten acres of land in one night."
Others said: "Damn, this piece of white fat is lying in the shit. If you didn't say it was a human being, I would have thought it was a pig!"
Just at this moment, the screen of the mobile phone flashed, and then a gorgeous firework exploded with a "bang".
Just listen to Zheng Chen shouting on the other end of the phone: "Thank you Lao Tie for the fireworks, please pay attention to me Lao Tie."
Before he finished speaking, there was another special effect. Zheng Chen said excitedly: "Thank you to my eldest brother for painting the urn for me. Thank you to my eldest brother!"
Miao Qiang was speechless and said to Zhang Zihao on the side: "Why are you still giving me gifts? What's wrong with people nowadays? What do these people who give me gifts think?"
Zhang Zihao smacked his lips and said: "I don't know what they are thinking, but the fireworks just now cost at least five hundred, and the first-place urn is more expensive, at least more than four thousand. Damn, a real urn can also be used
I can’t afford this money!”
At this moment, a message popped up on the mobile phone screen, "The live broadcast contained disturbing content such as animal abuse and eating excrement, and the live broadcast is now closed for violations."
The two put away their mobile phones and were about to enter the scene to see what was really going on inside when the elevator door opened with a ding.
Zhang Jianmin walked out angrily first, followed behind him were the secretary Wang Lu, the old monk Jueyuan, the leaders of the first, second and third groups, and even Father Mason, who had not been seen for a long time, also came to join in the fun.
And at the end of these people was a guy who Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao had never seen before after coming to the bureau for so long. He was about forty-five or six years old, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Han Wu.
Zhang Zihao whispered in Miao Qiang's ear: "This guy is Han Wu's eldest brother Han Bin, right?"
Miao Qiang nodded and said, "It should be him. Be careful what you say later and don't let anything slip."
Zhang Jianmin didn't expect to meet them at the elevator entrance. He was obviously stunned and then frowned and asked: "Did you two do this?"
Miao Qiang pretended to be confused and asked: "What's going on?"
Zhang Jianmin snorted coldly, "Are you pretending to be stupid?"
Zhang Zihao was not happy when he heard this and said sternly: "Zhang Bureau, what do you mean? What happened to us two brothers? You come up and give us a scolding?"
Let me tell you, we don’t deserve you. Lao Miao was injured and was transferred back with a phone call from you. He never complained, right? You asked him to teach Han Wu how to cook. Han Wu would be great, this guy/
He was forced to pretend. I don’t want to say more about what happened yesterday. You can ask Sister Lu yourself.
We just arrived today. When we saw that Han Wu hadn't gone to the cafeteria yet, we thought of coming over to find him, but as soon as he went up the stairs, you followed him. When we met, you didn't even say a nice word. Why, do we owe you?
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At this point, Zhang Zihao met Han Bin's eyes. He raised his hand and pointed, "What do you mean by looking at me like that?! It's okay for Zhang Jianmin to bully us. What the hell are you doing?"
If you dare to look at me like this, if you don't explain yourself clearly today, even Fatty Huang won't be able to save you!"