Wu Lin: [ moon brother sings to you.jpg]

"Wu Lin!"

In the noisy air of the cafeteria at night, there suddenly came a familiar female voice.

Wu Lin looked up and realized that his class president, Chacha Deng, was walking fast towards him, accompanied by another classmate, Kai Zou, who was also the class president's boyfriend.

"What are you doing here?" In the middle of the night, with a sika deer and the African continent buffalo, it's not the right time. Chacha Deng did work nights for a while when the day and night shifts were first split, but not lately.

"We're off on our anniversary," said Chacha Deng, coming up to Wu Lin with a casual wave of his hand, "but it doesn't matter, I've got you."

Kai Zou, who was following behind, nearly raised the table in a fit of rage. Shit, what doesn't matter!

Only Wu Lin caught a flash of blush from the class president, and ate a mouthful of dog food for nothing.

"You didn't come to the weekend class meeting," Chacha Deng said, getting to the point quickly, "It was mostly about preparing the program for the school festival."

Wu Lin was still at Changbai Mountain on the weekend: "The school festival program? Do we have to prepare for it?"

"Every class has to prepare," Chacha Deng says, "the faculties give out assignments, and then the final selection is made for the school gala."

This is business, Wu Lin got serious and realized that Chacha Deng was still standing, he wanted to ask her to sit down, but on the table were the plates that he and Ye Wang had not yet confiscated after they had finished eating, so in the end, he simply got up, picked out a clean table nearby, and said to Chacha Deng, "Come over here."

The two men took their seats, and this time they were finally able to discuss it face-to-face.

Wu Lin: "So what's the program for our class?"

Chacha Deng: "Drama."

Funny Drama is the most enjoyable category at school parties now, with the best staging, but it also demands a lot from everyone, from the script to the performances to keep up.

"What can I do?" Wu Lin volunteered to be part of the class.

Chacha Deng says, "Script."

"Huh?" Wu Lin never expected to come up with the highest difficulty, "I've never written it, and I don't have any humor cells ......," but once he thought of the class, Wu Lin's heart crossed and threw down his voice, "I can learn. I can learn."

Chacha Deng was very touched but refused, "That's not necessary, other students will write the script and you can help translate it."

Wu Lin : "Translation of ......?"

Chacha Deng : "We are going to do an English animal fairy tale humor play."

Wu Lin ："...... "你这定语也太多吧!

On this side, Wu Lin and Chacha Deng were having a heated discussion, while on the other side, Ye Wang and Kai Zou were occupying a table each, one northeast tiger, one the African continent buffalo, one with an unhappy look in his eyes, the other with a black face, all of them staring straight at the center of the discussion.

Students walking by, who hadn't been paying attention, had to take a step in the sudden chill and then carefully avoid these two low-pressure clouds.

Why are you hiding?

Don't ask. Asking is wild intuition.

"Chatting is almost enough." Finally, Kai Zou was the first to relent.

Ye Wang also raised his cell phone and waved it at Wu Lin, signaling the time, "Class is almost over."

Kai Zou glanced over.

It was 12:40 midnight at the moment, a full hour and twenty minutes before the second half of the night session.

Sensing a glance from his side, Ye Wang turned to him, "What are you looking at?"

Kai Zou: "What are you looking at?"

Wu Lin and Chacha Deng, who just came over because of the call: "......"

In less than a minute, the two militants were removed from the scene separately.

With all this going on, Wu Lin never asked Ye Wang why he suddenly wanted to make money.

But when he came back from class the next morning, he lay on his bed in the dormitory and suddenly remembered what had happened to the Wang family when he asked Nan Sheng through Xiao Su.

Ye Wang beat Jincheng Wang to the hospital, and then his father locked up in the house to reflect, and finally ran out from under the eyes of more than a dozen people, the guards down a piece of people. Nan Sheng that chat group screenshot of the original words "family of three are angry to vomit blood ......"

A family of three, father, mother, Jincheng Wang.

No Ye Wang.

Suddenly, all those doubts were answered. Why Ye Wang came back from Changbai Mountain, knowing that the Wang family was also looking for him, but never mentioned anything about going home, why he started to be so serious about making money with his paintings, and why he asked for one less meat dish than usual in the cafeteria at night, and even took away a meatball from himself.

With his heart in turmoil, Wu Lin rolled over and lay on his side, the morning sunlight shining on his face and burning it slightly.

Are you asleep? --He couldn't help but send a message to Ye Wang.

After a while, the other side came back: originally, and let you shocked awake, what?

Wu Lin ：It's okay, I'm just harassing you [龇牙乐.jpg]

Ye Wang: Itchy skin, right?

Wu Lin: [Come and hit me.jpg]

Ye Wang: Forget it, I still have to feel sorry for myself after the fight.

Wu Lin: ......

Wu Lin : I finally know how to use this emoticon.

Ye Wang: Which one?

Wu Lin ：[Truth on earth, earthy brotherhood.jpg]

Ye Wang: ......

Wu Lin: Okay, you go to sleep.

Wu Lin: [ moon brother sings to you.jpg ]

Five minutes later.

Ye Wang: Where's the song?

Wu Lin : ...... That's just an emoticon representing good night!

In 509, Ye Wang went to sleep with confusion, and although he didn't understand why Wu Lin suddenly asked him to talk to him at bedtime, it didn't affect the pleasant mood of following the confusion into the dream for no reason.

The dream screen is with animal language subtitles, the coyote every wail sentence, the subtitles in time to follow: I will support you in the future ow~~~following the fog brother have meat to eat ow~~~you have to be good, yo ow~~~not to bite me ow ow ow ow ow ow ow-

In the evening, when the 333 brothers came back from class, they saw Wu Lin reclining on the top bunk, sleeping soundly, with his blanket kicked to the floor, and a few minutes later, he probably could have stomped himself off as well.

Wu Lin heard the door slam and opened his eyes in a daze, "Back ah ......"

Yang Xia picked up the quilt on the floor, patted the dust and threw it back on his bed: "What did you dream of, making a mess in the Palace of Heaven?"

Wu Lin was dumbfounded, completely half-asleep, mumbling, "I don't know, I don't remember ......"

Feiyu Ren put the rice she brought for him on the table, "Hurry down and eat, it'll get cold later."

Junchi Li was the busiest one, changing from the moment she walked in and looking like she was going out again.

"You're going out?" Wu Lin yawned languidly, finally fully awake.

"Go to the student union," Junchi Li said, "I got a buddy from the publicity department to do backdrops like a champ!"

Propaganda Department?

A backdrop?

Wu Lin was dumbfounded, feeling as if he had missed several lessons and was completely unable to keep up with the progress.

Feiyu Ren saw this and thoughtfully explained, "It's our class play, we didn't go to the weekend class meeting, and we're going to perform a show for the school festival, so Chacha Deng said that Junchi Li knows a lot of people, so let's see if he can find someone to help with the 'set'."

So it is.

Wu Lin finally understood: "English animal fairy tale humor drama, this 'setting' is difficult."

Yang Xia, who had just returned from washing her face, was surprised when she heard, "You know?"

"The head of the class came to me in the middle of the night," Wu Lin says, "and I was in charge of translating the script."

Yang Xia: "Well, all hands on deck."

All?

Wu Lin looked to both of them, "You and Yu Da have a mission too?"

Feiyu Ren : "I'm in charge of the drama."

Yang Xia: "I'm responsible for playing a chatty teapot."

Wu Lin: "......"

--Numerous experiences have taught us that you must be on time for class meetings, otherwise you're stuck playing the role that everyone picks leftovers from, and the great misfortune is that you're still inexplicably in tune with that role.

"Alright, I'll flash first." Junchi Li finished packing up and looked about to go out.

"Hey, don't go," Wu Lin rushed to stop the stallion about to run, "first help me to follow a tweet."

333 All four play microblogging, but Yang Xia and Feiyu Ren are just for surfing on the Internet, with accounts that are basically as transparent as the current King-509, and only Wu Lin and Junchi Li have a few followers, one for study and one for business.

"Okay," Junchi Li held her cell phone out without saying a word, "ID what?"

Wu Lin : "Your Majesty, kong, 509."

Junchi Li casually asked while searching, "Your new number, huh?"

Wu Lin: "Ye Wang's."

" Ye Wang?" Junchi Li just searched the account and held up the phone screen to Wu Lin, not quite sure, "The artist is taking over this?"

Yang Xia and Feiyu Ren were already a bit curious and wanted to get involved, but when they heard Junchi Li say this, they decided to take out their cell phones and search for them.

Minutes, the king - 509 on the rise of 3 powder - Junchi Li 万事屋, jump to the end of the world, good luck to that good luck to - the number of fans finally broke the single-digit.

"Did Ye Wang draw all these himself?" Feiyu Ren quickly swiped through the only few tweets of Wang-509 and was surprised.

Yang Xia is also the same: "He still has this skill? The real person does not show his face ...... Well, compared to him my hand is a backward one ......"

Seeing that the brothers were paying attention, Wu Lin simply took an inch, "Will you guys help retweet and publicize it again?"

"It's a must to make money." Junchi Li was the first to respond, with absolute sincerity, clicking and retweeting and not forgetting to turn back and Wu Lin, "You help me say ah to Ye Wang, congratulations to him for finally finding the right direction in life."

Yang Xia disagreed: "The right direction in life is to make money?"

Junchi Li didn't hesitate, "Of course."

Yang Xia: "Money is not the only measure of happiness, okay?"

Junchi Li gazes deeply at her roommate, "No, it is."

Yang Xia: "......"

Wu Lin, Feiyu Ren: "......"

--When a fortune hunter has faith, he will be invulnerable.

"Tsk, this does not work," retweeted, Junchi Li cut back to Ye Wang microblogging, occupational disease on the line, "how can you write the introduction, the beginning of the stage, there should be the beginning of the stage of self-consciousness, you're this high and cold as a god, who find you. "

In terms of learning, Wu Lin line, in terms of earning a small fortune, must Junchi Li.

"Then what do you think should be done?" Wu Lin immediately asked for advice with an open mind.