"Who are you scolding?" The strong man opposite raised his eyebrows and stared at Ye Chong fiercely, "Are you looking for a beating?"
"I scolded..." Ye Chong smiled bitterly and looked at the other party in confusion, "Yeah, who did I scold?"
In fact, when Ye Chong looked inside and saw that the battle merit point column was still a cold gray, he couldn't help but vent his dissatisfaction. He didn't expect the strong man opposite to answer the question and be so aggressive.
This was great, it really made Ye Chong dumbfounded.
Bullying is not something he is willing to do, not to mention that the cause of the misunderstanding is also his own, so naturally he is not willing to be like a reckless man like the other party.
"Keep your mouth clean!" The strong man raised his head, looked down, and snorted air from his nostrils, "Don't spray your mouth with stench!"
Tsk tsk tsk!
The girls on the left and right all covered their mouths and laughed.
When the strong man heard this voice, he immediately puffed up his chest proudly and exhaled a breath of courage. Suddenly, the sour smell filled the air, as if the end was coming.
Bang!
Bang!
The train was running significantly faster, making harsh friction and roaring sounds, like a galloping steel beast.
It is said that the fuel used in trains now is anaerobic first-grade coke. As a universal fuel in the old and new worlds, its value and price have increased significantly.
Speaking of which, if it hadn't been for this thing, trains, which are almost the only long-distance transportation tools in the world today, would have been completely paralyzed like airplanes and ships.
Amidst the rumbling sound, Ye Chong simply closed his eyes and quickly fell into deep thought.
But not long after, he opened his eyes again and frowned.
The air was stuffy and the space was cramped. I couldn't sleep or think about anything.
Seeing that the girls on the left and right were looking at their phones, he couldn't help but reach out and touch his arms.
Um?
This is?
When Ye Chong took his hand out of his arms, there was a square pile of white paper in his hand.
"I didn't remember to bring this kind of white paper.
After I found something missing in the waiting room, I carefully checked the military vest in my arms.
It can be confirmed that there is no white paper ball.
In addition, I later discovered that when the phone was lying on the ground, there were only ID cards, bank cards and tickets next to it, and there was definitely no such ball of paper.
That is to say...
This paper ball appeared on my body after that."
Ye Chong was full of doubts, but he looked at the people around him calmly.
The strong man was dozing with his eyes closed, and his nose and mouth were wheezing non-stop.
The girl on the left is wearing headphones and sliding her phone screen with her right hand, probably listening to music.
The girl on the right is playing a fishing game on her mobile phone, and the screen is flashing.
The little boy behind him bumped his head against his waist from time to time, and he was probably dozing off.
Soon, Ye Chong opened the paper ball with a puzzled look on his face and couldn't help but be stunned.
I saw seven small paintings drawn with pencil on it, and there was a little person in each small painting.
However, the little people in different paintings are doing very different actions.
The first small painting is a little man standing there quietly, looking up at the sky in a daze.
What's interesting is that there seems to be a touch of excitement in his lifelike eyes.
"Um?
Although it is obviously a small painting drawn randomly with a pencil, it gives people a very strange feeling.
It was as if the villain inside was alive and could burst out of the paper at any time.
If nothing else, the painting skills that make the characters come alive on the page are extraordinary.
If I put this piece of white paper into my military vest after retrieving my mobile phone from the ground, then if it wasn't done by these people on the train, then it should be done by the weird old man, and, this kind of
The probability is over 99%.
only……
If it was really the weird old man who did it, why did he do it?
Is it to show off your painting skills?
wrong.
impossible.
Although he is asking me for money, he is definitely not a common person.
Um?
The first time I met him, he gave me a slap in the face.
The second time I met him, he scared me so much that I broke into a cold sweat.
Now that I'm on the train, I have another small piece of paper he gave me.
Another prank?
Or do you have ulterior motives?
Or tell me your skills?
That's not right.
If he really wanted to teach me something, he didn't need to be so secretive. He could just tell me openly and openly. I would still be grateful.
but……
Not necessarily.
This old man's behavior was inherently weird, and even if he did many inexplicable things, it was normal for him.
What if he really wants to teach me my skills, but doesn’t want me to be grateful for this missionary job?”
Ye Chong couldn't help but curl up his lips when he thought of this, and quietly immersed himself in the appreciation of the small paintings.
As time went by, his face gradually became darker and more serious, as if he was an ascetic who was groping hard in the world and suddenly discovered the truth about living.
The excitement and excitement cannot be described in words.
"It should be said that these seven small pictures are a scroll teaching body skills.
The first picture is about meditation. The profound meaning is all in the eyes of the villain. Every time you look at it, you will have a new understanding.
The second picture is about dodge. The secret is shown between the two feet of the villain. If you look carefully, it looks like the villain is dancing.
The third picture is about rotation, the essence of which is displayed on the entire body, and the entire figure turns into a spinning top.
The fourth picture is about soaring into the air, in which the secret is embodied in the hands of the villain. When he lifts his arms, he soars into the air, which is indescribably wonderful.
The fifth picture talks about transfer, in which the deep meaning is shown in the sea of consciousness, using the power of the spirit as a carrier to move invisibly.
The sixth picture is about seclusion...
The seventh picture..."
Ye Chong quietly looked at the small pictures on the white paper, over and over again, unable to stop at all, as if he was admiring the miraculous work of heaven and earth.
Time passed so quietly.
"Uncle, can I see the picture album in your hand?" A little boy's voice came from behind, "It looks pretty good. Did uncle draw it himself?"
"Huh? Haha, let me give you a look." Ye Chong came back from his obsession, then raised the corner of his mouth and showed the white paper to the little boy, but did not let go.
"Eh? Is this a bald guy?" The little boy tilted his head, "No, no, he seems to be an uncle."
puff!
Ye Chong shivered and couldn't help but feel a little sad. It turned out that his image was really worrying.
"Don't look at it, don't look at it, it's so ugly." The little boy said with disdain, "I thought there was a young lady dancing, but it turned out to be an uncle without clothes."
puff!
Ye Chong's body shook suddenly, barely able to spit out a mouthful of blood.