After saying this, Sun Houhou turned around and looked at Lao Chentou, and saw that he had taken away the paper cup fastened to his crotch, and there was already a wet mark on it.
Seeing this scene, Monkey Sun couldn't help showing a look of disgust, "I don't know, I thought you were incontinent! You really shouldn't have been run away by those brats!"
Old Chen shook his head and smiled, "Forget it, it's enough to scare these bad boys. Will I really blackmail them?"
Sun Houhou showed a meaningful smile, "Don't you know how to do it? Old Chen, don't think I don't know what your special skills are. You are a famous figure in our Hongxia District."
"Hahaha, that's what others said casually. Come on, son, help me get up and go home to change clothes."
"Don't take advantage of me! Who is your son? I just wanted to scare those brats!" After saying that, Sun Houhou turned back to his grocery store to make preparations for the opening.
Old Chen shook his head helplessly, "The world is really in decline. Young people really don't know how to respect the old and love the young."
At the same time, the high school students who had just ran out two miles away in five minutes were standing not far from the school gate with their hands on their knees and breathing heavily.
"It was so dangerous just now! That old man actually wanted to blackmail us!" said a high school student.
"There really are people of all kinds these days! It seems like this is not the first time for that old man! He must have been a talent when he was young! He has made outstanding contributions to the prosperity and stability of the motherland!"
"What the hell! I walked down that street for the first time today, and why did I encounter something unlucky? Doesn't it match my horoscope?" Liu Yitong also felt that he was extremely unlucky this early in the morning.
If it weren't for the usual road construction, they wouldn't have gone around that street.
"By the way, I almost forgot, the street we just walked to should be Hongxia Street!" another person said.
Everyone was stunned at the same time and looked at him in confusion.
"What's wrong with Hongxia Street? It's not a red light street! What are you afraid of!" Liu Yitong said loudly.
The high school student looked around, then moved his head forward and said mysteriously: "My dad told me not to walk around Hongxia Street if I was fine. I heard that there is something abnormal there.
people!"
"Abnormal people? Isn't the night market there famous?"
"Oh! This is just to fool those tourists from other places! There are so many things they don't know! My dad told me that Hongxia Street used to be very chaotic, which was equivalent to Liangshan in Water Margin, and it was full of weird things.
People! I heard that there were lurking agents here who caught internationally wanted criminals! There are too many legends to count! In short, we’d better go to that street less in the future! That old man is not a fuel-efficient person at first glance.
Lamp! Don’t you feel it yet?”
After listening to what this classmate said, a hellish scene appeared in several people's minds at the same time. The whole street was filled with flames, and a group of devil-like black figures stood on the street and grinned at them.
"Stop talking, it's not that scary. What age do you still believe this!"
"Hey! You guys can't come in yet! It's almost time!" the school guard shouted to the four of them.
Several people quickly looked back at the school entrance and hurriedly ran into the campus.
For Weslin, life at school is the same every day.
He is not very interested in studying, as long as he has a grade that can cope with his mother's.
However, my mother's bottom line is falling again and again with Weslin.
In class, Wei Silin, like other students, was engrossed in writing and drawing in his notebook.
But the drawings in his textbook were not exercises and geometric figures.
It’s a fighting robot design!
At this time, as usual, he put up a book in front of him to cover his drawing book, and he was drawing on it with a pencil in his right hand.
Yesterday's battle scene was still fresh in Weslin's memory, especially the scene where the Ripper tore apart the Demon Fox's fuselage, as if his own heart had been torn apart!
Now that the demon fox can no longer fight, he places his last hope on the half-finished 60kg robot.
However, the robot still lacks some transmission components for the weapon system, a large output cylinder, and two side guards to complete the production.
Weslin named this robot "Nine Tails".
He hoped that it could be like Naruto in the Naruto cartoon and eventually become a super powerful being.
"If you add a cylinder here, the overall weight of the fuselage must be better balanced. In this way, the materials and quality of the assembly will determine its weight, so the material selection must be different, and the balance on both sides must be done.
It must be carefully matched, otherwise the stability of the fuselage will be destroyed.”
Weslin was trimming and drawing the design drawing, muttering to himself.
The design of Nine Tails can be said to be very bold, and it is also a huge attempt by Weslin.
Until now, no one has dared to build a fighting robot that can eject in both directions like him.
This kind of design is simply a rare species in the robot arena. No one has ever dared to try to install ejection weapons on the front and rear of the robot.
Because in this case, if the cylinders on both sides are used at the same time, the pressure will be dispersed, and the weapon's lethality will decrease step by step.
However, Weslin was obsessed with this kind of design that no one dared to try, and it made him feel very big when he did it.
"Okay, this is probably the configuration of the plan! All that's left is to get these materials!" Weslin contentedly picked up the drawing in his hand and looked at it carefully, feeling as if he had seen the dawn of hope.
"Ahem!"
Suddenly, a life-threatening coughing sound appeared in Weslin's ears.
His body trembled suddenly, and he turned around stiffly to look to his side, only to see the math teacher holding a triangle in front of his chest and gently tapping his arm.
"Weslin, you are drawing these strange things in my class again!"
Weslin's heart quickened, he smiled awkwardly, then quickly crumpled the drawing paper into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it with a gulp!
The math teacher turned green with anger when he saw this scene, "What are you doing!"
"Teacher...I didn't do anything...I will pay attention to the class!" Weslin said squeaking.
Then he thought to himself: Since you have discovered it, it is impossible to leave evidence for you to hand over to the class teacher! If he finds out, he will have to find the parents! Now the evidence is gone! Let me see what else you can say!
The math teacher seemed to have seen through Weslin's little thoughts, but since the evidence was gone, he found it difficult to handle even if he wanted to attack.