Chapter four hundred and eightieth lingering spirit
Zhao Gangjun turned his back to the audience.
Lin Shuya is in front of Zhao Gangjun.
Zhao Gangjun opened his hands.
The whole person is like a big net.
Living is said to be like a mountain?
In short, that thin figure was completely blocked by this net and this mountain.
The paint colors are beautiful and colorful.
They are all behind Zhao Gangjun.
Zhao Gangjun's head, neck, back, butt, legs, and feet are all covered in paint.
Lin Shuya put her hands on the bed and looked at the smiling person facing her. For some reason, her hands trembled slightly.
"There are always some bastards who don't want us to have an easy time."
Zhao Gangjun smiled helplessly and stood up straight.
Tick tock tick.
Paint dripped on the ground.
There was silence in the entire auditorium.
Everyone saw the man on the stage.
The man opened his arms and blocked all the paint behind him.
Is this a conditioned reflex?
Or instinct?
The paint was sticky, and Zhao Gangjun's feet made a squeaking sound when he stepped on the ground.
"You do not…"
Lin Shuya was about to ask if you were okay, but she heard a woman's cry.
"Brother Flyer!"
Han Tiantian rushed out from the backstage, rushed to Zhao Gangrong, and shouted, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Zhao Gangjun smiled and shook his head and said, "It's just a little paint, what can it do?"
Lin Shuya's slightly opened lips closed.
"It's okay, damn it, what bastard threw paint around!"
Han Tiantian put her hands on her hips and glared at the audience.
It's a pity that the people who threw paint had already ran away after throwing the paint. Where can I see the figures?
"Tiantian, calm down."
Zhao Gangjun shook off the paint on his hand and said, "It's just a little paint, just wash it off."
After saying that, Zhao Gangjun looked at the audience apologetically and said loudly, "I'm sorry, everyone, such a sudden situation has occurred. I have to clean it first. If you are willing to wait, please wait for me here.
I'll be back in five minutes after washing."
After saying that, Zhao Gangjun turned around and walked off the stage.
"we will wait for you."
A fat man suddenly shouted loudly.
"we will wait for you."
"we will wait for you."
As if being aroused, countless people shouted loudly.
Zhao Gangjun's body froze slightly, he looked at the boys in the audience who shouted loudly that we are waiting for you, smiled bitterly, and said, "A large group of big men are shouting to wait for me, why do you feel so weird."
"Hahaha."
The whole auditorium burst into laughter.
Yang Shihan's face looked normal, but her eyes contained full anger.
She didn't expect that the paint splashed over such a large area did not stick to Lin Shuya at all!
Not even a little bit!
Lin Shuya's skirt is still so white, and her hair is still so soft!
They are all just a bunch of losers!
Yang Shihan clenched her fists.
Paint is difficult to clean.
Zhao Gangjun washed it for nearly half an hour before all the paint was washed away.
Although the paint has been cleaned, there is still a smell of paint all over my body.
Zhao Gangjun walked directly from the backstage to the stage.
As soon as Zhao Gangjun appeared, the entire auditorium erupted into shocking applause and cheers.
During this half hour, no one left the auditorium.
Everyone was waiting patiently in the auditorium for Zhao Gangjun's return.
It was as if the people were waiting for their king to return in triumph.
Zhao Gangjun raised his hand, waved to the audience in the auditorium, and said, "Thank you everyone, let's continue with our play."
With such an understatement, he seemed to have completely forgotten all the things about being splashed with paint before.
The next scene went smoothly.
When the play came to an end, everyone in the entire auditorium stood up and applauded all the actors in the play.
The applause lasted for a long time.
Zhao Gangjun and others thanked them several times before the students in the auditorium reluctantly dispersed.
"Thank you just now."
While packing her things, Lin Shuya said to Zhao Gangjun.
"It's okay."
Zhao Gangrong smiled and was about to speak when Han Tiantian came over.
"Brother Huanlian, Shu Ya, let's go have a midnight snack together. Everyone is going to the celebration party in the evening," Han Tiantian said.
"OK."
Lin Shuya nodded and said, "I have to have a drink with Gang Bian more to thank him for saving me just now."
"You guys go ahead."
Zhao Gangjun said, "I'll go there later and do some things first."
"good."
Han Tiantian would never ask Zhao Gangjun what he was going to do. Since Zhao Gangjun said he was going to do something, Han Tiantian took Lin Shuya and left first.
Zhao Gangjun left the auditorium and went directly to a small forest in the back mountain.
In the small woods, several people collapsed on the ground.
Next to these people stood Zhou Tongyan, Wang Hao and others.
"Caught them all?"
Zhao Gangjun said to Zhou Tong.
"Um."
Zhou Tongyan nodded and said, "They were caught by us not long after they ran out of the auditorium. Damn it, they're all just practitioners. I'm so stupid. I wasted a lot of effort."
"Lian Jiazi? From the Ancient Martial Arts Association?" Zhao Gangjun raised his eyebrows.
"If you know we are from the Ancient Martial Arts Association, let us go immediately, otherwise our boss will not let you go!"
A man on the ground said through gritted teeth.
"Speak again."
Zhou Tongyan kicked him, and the man covered his face and fell to the ground rolling.
"Steel, these people said that a man named Yu Xiaowei asked them to splash paint." Wang Hao said.
"Yu Xiaowei?"
Zhao Gangjun said in surprise, "That person is not dead yet?"
"Brother Gangbong, Yu Xiaowei is living very well now."
Zhou Tongyan said, "Some time ago he followed Zhou Di, and recently he followed Yang Shihan. Following Yang Shihan every day, not to mention how nourishing it is."
"It's really haunting."
Zhao Gangrong smiled and shook his head and said, "Tong Yan, arrest Yu Xiaowei."
"okay."
Zhou Tongyan nodded, turned around and walked out of the woods.
Near the girls dormitory building in Zhangshi campus.
"big eater."
Yang Shihan put one foot on Yu Xiaowei's back and said, "What kind of people are you looking for? This little thing can't be solved."
Yu Xiaowei knelt on the ground, bent over, and said, "Those people are all members of the Ancient Martial Arts Association. I never thought they could be so unreliable."
"Throwing paint on someone ended up causing someone to get the limelight. Are you my person or Zhao Gangjun's person?"
Yang Shihan's high heels pressed hard on Yu Xiaowei's back. Inside the high heels was a pair of black stockings. Yu Xiaowei seemed to smell a little bit of foot odor.
This smell gave Yu Xiaowei goosebumps all over his body.
Yang Shihan raised a smile, kicked off her high heels, then stretched her feet in front of Yu Xiaowei and said, "Lick."