If it was just about becoming a spirit, then he wouldn't say anything. After all, a one-time mistake does not mean a permanent mistake.
The problem is!!
This guy has no emotional intelligence at all!!
After he had made it clear that he didn't want to talk to him, he could still smile and ask him if he wanted to go to the elementary school.
As an adult, it’s not shameful to admit that you are embarrassed.
Bah——
He admits it!
He...
So he did nothing all morning, finally solved the fifth question, and is now studying the sixth question...
This is also thanks to the program team for not collecting his mobile phone so that he can use Baidu.
It's just...
I don’t know who came up with this idea, but Baidu doesn’t have exactly the same one!
"Teacher? Teacher Song?"
"Are you really not going to eat?" Damu called him from the side again.
Song Yu frowned and asked pretending not to understand: "Damu, are you hiding something from the teacher? Is there something in the cafeteria that I have to eat?"
You are a good boy, but you must not do some immoral things just because of the temporary benefits?
Some things can be repaired with time, but some injuries cannot be repaired
He looked like an elder and said slowly and coaxingly.
He thought that as long as he angered this naughty kid and made him go crazy, he would be able to resign naturally. Then he would be able to regain his respect by adding some random stories.
But what surprised him was that after hearing his words, Da Mo’s watery eyes widened even more!
"Brother Song, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"
"Forget it, it's not important. After all, we are not learning the same thing. You just need to tell me whether you want to eat the food in the cafeteria. If you don't want to eat, just give me the meal ticket. I haven't eaten enough."
Damu scratched his head.
Song Yu: “@##￥%…”
Song Yu: "So you are not trying to persuade me to go to dinner, but you want my meal ticket?"
His anger was suddenly uncontrollable!
Although he didn’t know where this emotion came from, he was very angry!
Damu pricked his big innocent eyes like bells: "Yes, after all, you can't answer it even if I ask it, and you can't answer it for me, right?"
Song Yu choked! A mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and his whole mouth was filled with fishy sweetness! This turtle has come back again, hasn't he!
Damu smiled and said: "After all, we are in the wilderness and we are poor. It is not good to waste a lot of food."
"You..." Song Yu was speechless. He took out a meal ticket from his pocket with shaking hands and handed it to him.
He knows that the best way to relieve his anger at this time is to refuse to give. But there are cameras everywhere. It can be said that there are cameras for success and failure. He can't afford to gamble.
Isn't it just a big pot of food? His wife must have cooked at home today, and he also deliberately told her to cook more, so it's okay for him to be hungry!
……
On the other side, looking around, Hao Bufan decided to go to the Taoist temple to help.
He knew that his current legs and hands could not do any heavy work, so he discussed with the viewer that he did not want points, as long as he gave him a meal every night.
He used to be very picky about food, but since he went abroad, now he only needs clean food.
But the viewer rejected him.
"I can really do anything!" Hao Bufan was a little anxious.
He actually wanted to deliver the goods, but although his electric wheelchair could climb mountains, it couldn't avoid obstacles.
If you were injured before, you would be injured, but if you are injured again now, firstly, no one will care about your girlfriend, and secondly...
He doesn't want Master to stay up late for him again.
I don’t want Master to feel even more uncomfortable.
Hearing his words, the viewer smiled even more lovingly: "Donor, it's okay to care about your food. As for the work, you don't need to do it."
"How can that be done? Please don't take care of me just because I am a disabled person. Although I am disabled, my brain is not disabled."
Ling Yan: "...little idiot, what are you talking about?"
Ling Yan: "When did you become disabled? As long as I'm here, you can't be disabled even if you want to."
Although he can't conquer cancer yet, it is still easy to replace the little fool with a mechanical leg or an artificial heart.
"Uncle." The old temple master suddenly saluted, which startled Hao Bufan.
"Yeah." Ling Yan responded lightly.
"Uncle Master?" Hao Bufan exclaimed like the crowd in the live broadcast room.
"Yes, I am the Master's uncle, so I have the final say in the rules here. Do you understand?" Ling Yan looked at him gently. He was still wearing a Taoist robe, but it was different from the one in the morning. This would be Zijin
The color makes him look more and more noble.
Looking at him, Ling Yan slowly bent down and squatted in front of him to help him tie a beautiful bow on the sole of his shoe that he had opened at some point.
"Meeting is fate. Although I can't give you points directly. But if the donor is willing to listen to me chanting sutras and meditate with me, that means he is devoted to practice. I can give you 10 points."
Yes.
Only 10.
Ling Yan will not let Hao Bufan become a being discussed and slandered in the program team.
But here he is, he can be special.
And...
"Donor, you don't know how to cook, right? So don't talk about helping in the kitchen."
"I..." Hao Bufan's whole body was on fire.
He felt so stupid.
Nothing can be done well.
But at the same time, he was a little greedy for the feeling of being able to rely on his teacher.
It seems that no matter what happens, it doesn't matter to the master.
"Then my girlfriend..."
"She..." Looking at Bai Linlang who was snoring, Hao Bufan felt worried.
In order not to damage his brain nerves, the needle Ling Bingbing gave him should expire in less than half an hour.
Hearing his words, the tenderness in Ling Yan's eyes gradually faded away. He stood up slowly and took care of his robe slowly.
"Donor... I am a Taoist temple here, not the Yuelao Temple, so I cannot send you blessings."
"And we, the Taoist temple, are all men. In order not to cause conflicts, we cannot take her in at night."
"Sorry."
After saying that, Ling Yan gave him a virtual gift.
Hao Bufan immediately felt his head as big as a bucket and quickly explained: "That's not what I meant, I, I... I just wanted to ask, where can I pitch a tent?"
Yes.
He is ready to pitch a tent.
There were cockroaches in that room. According to Bai Linlang's character, she would never stay there again.
As for finding a house, he also asked the director team. Another house costs 100 points a day. Not to mention that he can't earn it at all now. Even if he does, he doesn't really want to live there.
I don’t know why. He always wanted to have children before, but now he suddenly doesn’t want to have children.
Especially...living with Bai Linlang.
Apart from IQ issues, he just read a book about children's personality issues, which are largely related to genes and environment.
He...
I don’t want my children to live in an unhealthy environment.
"Tent? Your current body is not suitable for living in a tent, and your female donor... is also relatively cold. If she really wants to have children, it is best not to sleep in a tent."
Hao Bufan: "But...I don't have points..."
Ling Yan: "Well, I still have a small residence in the back mountain. You can let the female donor live there. As for you... If you don't mind the poverty of the Taoist temple, you can live in a room with me, but the rooms here are all empty."
It’s very shabby, there’s not even a mattress, only a straw mat, and if you stay here, I won’t be able to give you the ten points I just mentioned.”