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Chapter 162 It’s really the Pythagorean Theorem

 The moment Qin Jiaxiang's pants were torn, Song Shiye and Sang Chuan no longer bothered to hold the bamboo, their mouths and eyes were wide open.

It's over, it's over, they've got a big trick up their sleeves this time!

[I told you guys, don’t be too outrageous. Are you trying to pick a line for Director Qin?]

[Sang Chuan and Song Shi also redefined the contemporary Pythagorean theorem.]

[Director Qin’s life is also life! It’s over, it’s over, I’m afraid this shame will accompany Director Qin for the rest of his life.]

[I announce that Director Qin is pleased to present another masterpiece - red and white floral underwear (dog head)]

Qin Jiaxiang felt a chill in his buttocks and turned around at a loss.

The moment he turned back, Sang Chuan and Song Shi also knelt down with a shovel, raised their hands high, and followed their heads to the ground, constantly saluting Qin Jiaxiang.

He begged for mercy loudly and in great panic: "Director Qin, we were wrong. Please remember that we are young and ignorant and spare our lives!"

Qin Jiaxiang's brain is still in a down state and he doesn't understand the current situation.

Until he looked down and saw the dazzling red, he rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

He bit his lip and looked at the two young men who were bowing to him.

The eyes are very complicated, showing humiliation, anger, wanting to die, and wanting to drag others to die with me...

Ah! Why hasn’t this B world been destroyed yet?

Qin Jiaxiang's face turned red, and he subconsciously wanted to use his hands to cover the hole in his butt.

As a result, the moment he pulled out his hand, the bamboo he was responsible for carrying lost its support and instantly fell to his feet.

Qin Jiaxiang's eyes were fixed, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat. It was too late to help the bamboo.

The air in front of him was cut by the bamboo, and Qin Jiaxiang only felt a flash of coolness passing over a key part.

He secretly rejoiced that it was okay, okay, it was just a hair away.

A near miss but no danger! A near miss but no danger!

"Ah!!!"

In the end, he was lucky. In less than a second, the bamboo hit his instep hard, and screams were heard.

On the other end of the bamboo, Qin Kai asked anxiously: "Dad, are you okay?"

Qin Jiaxiang was still howling, and at the same time he held his right foot with both hands and jumped left, right, back and forth like a fighting cock.

At the moment when Qin Jiaxiang's foot was smashed, Song Shiye and Sang Chuan were kowtowing to the ground and missed this scene perfectly.

As a result, when he looked up, he saw Qin Jiaxiang jumping up and down on the ground very excitedly. Song Shi and Sang Chuan were also confused.

Why did Director Qin go crazy?

"Director Qin, do you want to play cockfighting? I'll accompany you!" Sang Chuan was the first person to regain his thinking.

After saying that, he stood up from the ground, hugged his right leg, and jumped towards Director Qin in a standard cockfighting posture.

Song Shi's eyes were straightened when he saw it. Could it be that only child-like games full of childlike fun could heal Director Qin's heart that was stabbed by the red underwear?

If you don’t know why, just follow Sang Chuan’s instructions.

So after being stunned for a second, he quickly stood up, picked up his right leg and jumped towards Director Qin: "Director Qin, I can also play with you!"

[God looked silent, Buddha shed tears, and felt sorry for Director Qin. In just a few minutes, he was wounded three times.]

[Director Qin: You might as well just kill me all at once, since I have no shame in living in this world anyway.]

[Sang Chuan and Song Shi also perfectly explained what it means as long as you are not embarrassed, it is others who want to die. I think Director Qin really wants to die.]

Qin Jiaxiang was attacked from both sides, Song Shi also knocked him to the left, and Sang Chuan knocked him back to the right.

The double mental and physical torture almost caused Qin Jiaxiang to collapse. In the end, he almost cried and shouted: "Get out of here, all of you, get out of here~"

"Director Qin, no problem, this request is easy to handle." Sang Chuan put down his right foot, lay down directly on the ground, turned to one side, used his hands and feet together, and rolled to the right.

Ah? Song Shi was also confused for a moment, was Director Qin sure that was what he meant?

Song Shiye's belief only briefly wavered for a second. After seeing Sang Chuan rolling away without any burden, he also fell to the ground and rolled away with him.

[Okay, I announce that Sang Chuan and Song Shi will not be allowed to share the same frame in the future, as this may easily cause accidents in the program.]

[Yuye apologizes to Director Qin. We swear that Song Shi really didn’t mean to embarrass you. The source of all evil lies with Sang Chuan. If you want to settle the score, go to Sang Chuan.]

[Director Qin said that there is no point in apologizing now. Song Shi will not even think about entering the film and television industry in the future. If he dares to do so, he will die.]

**

An hour later, an unexpected guest came to the embroidery room.

And the state of the uninvited guest when he came in was quite shocking.

"Director Qin, what's wrong with you?" Chu Xi was the first person to stand up and greet her.

She is someone who wants to be in the entertainment industry for a long time, so it is always right to have a good relationship with Qin Jiaxiang.

Others also looked shocked, because Qin Jiaxiang looked so embarrassed.

He was pushed in in a wheelchair, his whole body hanging limply on the wheelchair, and he looked hopeless, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of several lifetimes.

The right foot was wrapped in gauze and turned into a rice dumpling. It looked pitiful but also a bit funny.

The moment he saw Chu Xi, the light in Qin Jiaxiang's eyes dimmed again and again. Now he just wants to reduce his sense of presence. Can Chu Xi stop calling him?

Qin Jiaxiang turned around and waved to the staff, beckoning him to leave. Then he pushed the wheelchair in, looked directly past Chu Xi, and lightly replied: "You continue to do your thing, leave me alone."

Her attitude was not good. Although Chu Xi tried her best to maintain a smile on her face, she was secretly scolding her in her heart.

Is it retribution for the bad old man to like to play big names?

There were several extra embroidery stands in the room. Qin Jiaxiang spotted the one in the corner at a glance and pushed his wheelchair over.

"Director Qin, if you're not cutting trees or bamboos on the mountain, why are you here to embroider a house?" Sang Ning couldn't hold back her gossip. Even with the experience of Chu Xi being thrown cold water on her, she still took the initiative to talk to Qin Jiaxiang.

"I'm here to learn embroidery with you." Although Qin Jiaxiang's tone was still cold, at least his answer to Sang Ning was not so perfunctory.

Chu Xi was so angry that she secretly rolled her eyes. Where did the old man get hurt just now? Why didn't he die immediately?

[I’m really going to laugh out loud. Director Qin is definitely the worst guest in history. First his feet were smashed, and now he’s arranged to do embroidery. It’s such a life of ups and downs.]

[Director Qin was actually not seriously injured. He asked for his feet to be bandaged like that. He thought he could escape from the work. Who knew that Qin Kai actually asked him to do embroidery, saying that it was just good for him to do embroidery with just his hands and feet?

His wounds are recovering and he is not too lonely.]

[Qin Kai is poisonous, why are the little cotton pants on this show so leaky? Director Qin obviously wanted to find a reason to avoid everyone, so as to relieve the suffocating embarrassment, but he didn’t expect that Qin Kai’s little cotton pants couldn’t

I can’t get what my father means.]


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