Chapter 3021 3023 [How to write the word death]


    Subsequently, Xiang Nan helped Lao San, Lao Si and Lao Wu get rid of the cold poison and restored their health.


    "Okay, our accounts have been settled." Xiang Nan clapped his hands, glanced at the crowd and said, "If you are dissatisfied, you are welcome to come to me. I have no other ability, I just deal with all kinds of dissatisfaction."


    No one dared to look at him.


    ?No matter how gangster they are or how good they are, they still know who they dare to provoke and whom they dare not provoke.


    The ability Xiang Nan showed just now is no different from that of a god. If they dared to attack him again, they might not even know how they died.


    ? No matter how stupid they are, they still know how to write the word "death", so how can they dare to go against Xiang Nan again.


    Xiang Nan then sneered twice and stood up.


    ?When everyone saw it, they quickly made way out of the way, fearing that Xiang Nan would be upset and take it out on someone else.


    Xiang Nan walked out of the box with his head raised and left the West Garden Restaurant.


    ?The remaining people looked at me and I looked at you, and they all let out a sigh of relief, and then half of them collapsed on the ground.


    What they saw and heard just now scared them to death. It was more terrifying than seeing a ghost.


    "Damn it, Tang Haibing, is he really your kid? Your kid is too awesome."


    "What is your origin as a child? Could it be that a deity descended to earth or a fairy was reincarnated?"


    “Is Tatama still a human being? Who is as powerful as him? Jackie Chan or Jet Li, right?”


    “From now on, if you want to make trouble for him, you can make trouble for him, but don’t ever ask me to come here again~”


    They all said it one after another, and they were all scared to death by Xiang Nan.


    …


    Subsequently, Tang Haibing called Xiang Nan, "Chen Xun, we brothers have agreed not to cause trouble to Fang Hui again."


    “Well, thank you.” Xiang Nan nodded.


    "However, I still want to remind you that that woman is really not simple. You''d better be more discerning." Tang Haibing advised again.


    "Hai Bing, we are young, let me advise you not to blind your eyes, let alone follow what others say." Xiang Nan asked, "How well do you know Fang Hui, and how well do you know Li He? Do you really Are you sure they are a couple? Do you really think Li He''s death was caused by Fang Hui''s instigation, rather than him trying to show off his talent and fight with others?


    Hai Bing, you and I are both at that age, and no one knows who is who. A little gangster was obsessed with watching "The Bewitched", thinking that he was the big brother, Chen Haonan, who insisted on pestering other girls to make friends, and insisted on competing with a group of gangsters to be jealous and brave. Do you think anyone else is to blame for his death?


    ?Hai Bing, you are not young anymore and are almost an adult. You should have your own judgment and your own plans. I hope you stop hanging out with those gangsters, and sooner or later you will die. "


    “Damn it, if you want Taima, it’s not because I’m too young, I’m too lazy to care about your life or death.” Seeing his stubbornness, Tang Haibing couldn’t help but cursed.


    "Fuck, if you and I weren''t so young, I wouldn''t even bother to pay attention to you." Xiang Nan said, and then both of them hung up the phone.


    …


    School starts on Monday.


    ?Lin Jiamo brings a new gadget, the BBK repeater.


    ?This product was very popular at the time, and there were a lot of advertisements on TV, saying that it would help students learn English and that it could record without tape.


    In fact, people now know that the reason why it does not use tapes for recording is because it contains a memory that can store a small piece of recording.


    ?But at the time, it was indeed a relatively new thing, so everyone tried it one after another, and everyone was very envious.


    "Good news, good news, life is like a joke, my words are like nonsense~" Zhao Ye said while holding the repeater.


    Listening to the recording from the repeater, the students burst out laughing. At this moment, class teacher Hou Jia came in and said, "Okay, everyone, be quiet. I have some news to announce."


    “Good news, good news…” the voice came out from the repeater again.


    As soon as Zhao Ye heard this, he quickly turned off the repeat reading.


    "It''s like this. The school received a short notice. In order to balance the honors of each school, the superiors gave our school the opportunity to participate in the 50th anniversary celebration to No. 1 Middle School. So our class''s dance was cancelled." Hou Jia explained.


    When the students heard this, they were all disappointed.


    ?They have been rehearsing for half a month and are looking forward to participating in the National Day. But now it was announced that it was cancelled. For a while, everyone was very depressed.


    "Okay, okay, I understand how everyone is feeling at the moment. After all, you have worked hard for so many days." Hou Jia clapped his hands and said, "Fortunately, this experience is still unforgettable. I hope everyone can take it in. Focus on your studies and focus on your studies.”


    Hearing what she said, the classmates could only nod.


    …


    Although everyone cannot participate in the 50th anniversary celebration, the school has prepared some projects to welcome the National Day.


    One of them is the evaluation of new blackboard newspapers.


    This time, Xiang Nan did not ask Fang Hui for help. Instead, he did it himself and drew a giant dragon on the blackboard, with its body forming a pattern of five crosses.


    Next to it are auspicious clouds, cranes, white doves, and the words "Celebrate National Day" written in big regular script. In terms of exquisiteness and complexity, it is much better than the big tree painted by Fang Hui.


    “Wow, Chen Xun, you painted this? It’s really beautiful.”


    “Damn, this dragon is painted just like a real one, it’s so impressive!”


    “Chen Xun, why do you know how to draw? Why don’t I know?”


    The students looked at Xiang Nan’s drawings and marveled.


    “Chen Xun, can you draw?” Fang Hui also asked in surprise.


    The blackboard newspapers drawn by Xiang Nan are all excellent in terms of layout, lines, light changes, and size proportions. Even a blind person can see that he is really much better than her.


    Comparing it with Xiang Nan’s paintings, her paintings are simply the work of primary school students. But she clearly heard Xiang Nan say that he couldn''t draw at all, and his hands kept shaking as soon as he picked up the brush.


    ?Honestly, everything was a lie to her.


    "I never said I couldn''t draw." Xiang Nan smiled and said, "I just said that I tremble when I pick up the brush, but it doesn''t mean that I can''t draw well."


    “Then why did you ask me to draw a poster in the first place?” Fang Hui asked doubtfully.


    "Fool, didn''t I just create a chance for us to get along?" Xiang Nan said with a smile.


    Fang Hui blushed immediately, and then rolled her eyes at Xiang Nan, "What else are you hiding from me?"


    “It’s gone, it’s really gone.” Xiang Nan waved his hands repeatedly, “If it happens again, I’ll curse the sky to thunder...”


    Upon hearing this, Fang Hui quickly waved his hand, "Okay, okay, don''t talk nonsense, I just trust you."


    "Don''t worry, it''s too late for me to love you. How can I bear to lie to you." Xiang Nan said, "If it wasn''t for the purpose of getting in touch with you, I wouldn''t hide the fact that I can draw."


    “Yeah.” Fang Hui nodded.


    (End of this chapter)