"You are the fucking barbarian. Your whole family is a barbarian." In an instant, Zhao Chuanke was so angry that he started to curse.
"Director Zhao! But I think your tone of voice is more like a barbarian."
Ye Zihao spread his hands, showing a helpless expression.
"You...you have the guts!"
Zhao Chuanke realized that he had been fooled and glared at him angrily.
Ye Zihao smiled faintly and joked: "Director Zhao! Of course I am a decent person. I am not a coward like you who steals other people's ideas and dare not admit it. Are you really afraid that we will call the police?"
"Afraid of shit!"
Zhao Chuanke retorted on the spot.
"Are you really not afraid?"
"I am not afraid of anything!"
"Really? Then why are you so scared that you peed?"
Ye Zihao smiled slightly and pointed at Zhao Chuanke's crotch.
"Hmph! Ye Zihao! If you are so mentally retarded, do you think you can deceive me? Just dream! I am already in my 40s, why do I still have diarrhea?"
Zhao Chuanke didn't even look at it and started to defend himself on the spot.
"Director Zhao! But you were really scared to death, don't you believe it?" Ye Zihao pretended to be surprised.
"Fart! Even if I have diabetes, I won't feel anything, you damn..."
At this point, Lu Zhishan who was standing by him suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes and winked at him, as if to imply something.
"Mr. Lu! What's wrong with your eyes? Why do you keep blinking?" Zhao Chuanke seemed to have not yet reacted, and asked the person in turn.
"Director Zhao! You really have diabetes!"
Lu Zhishan pressed his forehead with a puzzled look on his face, thinking: Damn it! I've already given you a wink, and you still haven't reacted?
"I...I have diabetes?"
Even Lu Zhishan said this, and Zhao Chuanke began to become suspicious.
Seeing him, he quickly lowered his head and looked, but it turned out that it was better not to look, but when he looked... Ni Ma! When did my pants get wet? Why don't I feel anything?
"Director Zhao! They say you have diabetes, but you don't believe it! You should believe it this time, right?"
Ye Zihao sighed slightly, pretending to feel sorry for Zhao Chuanke.
"But...but how could I have diabetes insipidus?"
Suddenly, Zhao Chuanke was stunned, with a look of astonishment on his face.
"It's said that you felt guilty and were afraid that we would call the police, so you were scared to death! Actually, the incident has already passed, and we have no plans to pursue you? Even if you stole the idea, you don't have to be so nervous, right? You even scared to the point of peeing.
, it makes us so embarrassed."
Ye Zihao said that he looked very embarrassed.
"Ha ha!"
"Zhao Chuanke! Don't be nervous, I promise you, I will never call the police! Don't be afraid, otherwise you will pee again, haha!"
Although Huang Yiquan on the side didn't know why Zhao Chuanke suddenly suffered from diabetes, when he saw Ye Zihao talking like this, how could he give up the opportunity to tease Zhao Chuanke?
What's more, Zhao Chuanke did steal his own ideas.
"You...you are talking nonsense! I...I am not afraid of you calling the police at all, and I am not stealing your ideas."
Zhao Chuanke was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick.
Now that he has diabetes, he is like yellow mud falling into his crotch, which is either feces or feces.
"Then why were you so frightened that you peed?" Ye Zihao asked back.
"I...how the hell do I know?"
"To put it bluntly! It's not like you have a guilty conscience!"
Ye Zihao shrugged and said with a helpless expression.
"Oh my God! The person who really stole other people's ideas turned out to be Zhao Chuanke?"
"That's right! It's him. Otherwise, why would he be so scared that he peed?"
"You have a guilty conscience! I was afraid that people would call the police, so I was scared to death."
…
Immediately, after seeing this, those onlookers began to believe what Huang Yiquan had said before.
Zhao Chuanke just plagiarized other people’s works!
This kind of person is really fucking rubbish!
Everyone secretly despised him.
At this time, Zhao Chuanke felt an indescribable feeling of aggrievement as he listened to the accusations around him.
I'm even urinating!
If you continue to explain yourself, it will only be regarded as a cover-up in the eyes of others.
In desperation, he had no choice but to suppress this bad mood, pointed angrily at Ye Zihao and the others and said, "You guys have the guts to meet each other in the mountains and rivers!"
"Haha! Otherwise, we will meet again tonight!"
Ye Zihao sneered and said sarcastically.
"Fuck you when we meet!"
Zhao Chuanke was so angry that he turned around and left, peeing in his pants. If he stayed any longer, he would only be embarrassed.
Want to leave?
Ye Zihao's expression became gloomy, and then he picked up a plum.
Then, he pinched it with his fingers and suddenly flicked it out with his fingers.
"Whoosh!"
Hua Mei bounced out like a bullet, and the next second, Zhao Chuanke's screams were suddenly heard on the scene.
Ye Zihao's bullet just now directly hit Zhao Chuanke's little foot. As a result, the sole of his foot hurt, his body lost its center of gravity, and his forehead directly hit the corner of the table.
In an instant, he hit his head badly and his face was covered in blood, which was very scary.
"Director Zhao! Are you okay? We all said we won't call the police. Why are your feet weak? Please don't be so nervous!"
Ye Zihao pretended to be melancholy and said.
"You...are you the one who's so fucking nervous?"
Suddenly, Zhao Chuanke retorted angrily.
"Not nervous?"
"Then why are you so frightened that you pee and your feet are weak?"
"Director Zhao! I don't study well, don't lie to me!"
…
Ye Zihao shrugged, showing a "Brother is innocent" expression.
And his expression suddenly made the whole audience burst into laughter.
"This guy talks so humorously, haha!"
"You're so frightened that you're pissed and your legs are weak. People have told you not to call the police, but you're still so fucking nervous? You're obviously guilty of committing a crime!"
"Alas! I thought he was a conscientious director at first, but now...poof! I was blinded at that time! A rip-off!"
…
After people at the scene saw this, they became even more convinced that Zhao Chuanke was a trash director who plagiarized others.
If you don’t plagiarize, will you be nervous? Will you be scared to death? Will your feet be weak?
Of course not!
Unless he really plagiarized!
This is what everyone is thinking.
"Yi Zihao! You... just wait and see!"
At this moment, Zhao Chuanke was so angry that he could only say these words. What happened to him was just like that sentence. The yellow mud on his crotch was either shit or shit!
at last!
Zhao Chuanke limped away from the scene, and Lu Zhishan followed in a hurry.
The scene regained its previous calm.
At this time, Huang Yiquan frowned tightly and asked in confusion: "Master Ye! Why did Zhao Chuanke suddenly urinate and his legs became weak?"
"Haha! Maybe we are really afraid that we will call the police."
Ye Zihao shrugged and smiled.
Naturally, he would not tell Huang Yiquan that just when Zhao Chuanke reached out to push him, he secretly pricked Zhao Chuanke's urinary acupuncture point with a silver needle.
result!
As soon as the silver needle fell, Zhao Chuanke couldn't help but pee in fear!