House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 24: Save the fat guy
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"Whooping, whirling!" A uniform gasp came from afar in the Jiangcheng Media University campus greenway, and a large and burly figure ran out of the faint mist in the early morning.
Black shorts, strong and strong legs, like a windmill, constantly stirring, white vest, big waist and round body, bulging muscles outline a solid line, the skin soaked in sweat and oily skin, as if breathing There is a strong hormonal breath!
The man who exercises in the morning is of course Yang Yi.
After coming here to live, Yang Yi felt very comfortable. Not only did he have a wide campus for him to exercise every day, but also the high-quality air in Tingshan District made his internal cultivation advance by leaps and bounds.
Of course, he is not alone on the way to morning training. Jiang Chuan is the top media school in China. Every morning, there are many diligent students who get up and do not exercise much. Those who practise speaking and playing musical instruments are everywhere in the campus.
Although Yang Yi can't stand this kind of restraint, he still casts envious eyes from time to time.
Campus life, a place where youth is wanton! There are also romantic innocent love, these are the life he has not experienced.
Even if you are born again, you ca n’t experience it ... Yang Yi is still a little depressed.
"Help!"
Yang Yi has ran along the campus greenway to the depth of Tingshan Mountain, and suddenly a voice calling for help came from far away. He couldn't help but slowed down, frowning and looking in the direction of the sound.
Is it a heroic plot to save beauty?
How is it possible ...
After a while, Yang Yi saw a flexible little fat man who rushed out of the grass and panicked and stumbled to escape.
Immediately, a black wild boar was also drilled in the grass behind him. The wild boar is not too big, but it is bigger than the dog, but the sharp fangs show a cruelty that is different from domestic pigs.
"Hum!" The wild boar glared red and chased him endlessly.
The little fat man is a little more than a meter and six, but it is estimated to be one hundred and sixty pounds. The fat on the stomach trembles, and it can run so fast when it is scared, but it is really magical.
Of course, now it ’s not time to watch the drama, Yang Yi drank, walked forward, and crossed the little fat man.
"No, it's dangerous!" The little fat man was taken aback. He wanted to turn around and pull Yang Yi, but the scene he turned around to see made his eyes stare out.
I saw Yang Yi rushing up against the wild boar, and suddenly avoided the wild boar's collision sideways, and then left leg didn't know how to use the force, hooked the back leg of the wild boar, followed the other's impulse and picked it up!
This is nothing!
After dozens of kilograms of wild boars were picked up by Yang Yi as a football, Yang Yi turned around and his right leg was rounded in the air and hit the boar's abdomen ...
"Oh." The wild boar screamed in the air and stopped abruptly, and then flew into the grass it ran out of, without any movement.
"My God!" The fat man looked silly.
But he was also really brave-or he wouldn't run up to the mountain early in the morning to provoke a wild boar-and he had suppressed the fear in his heart, and got to the bushes and looked for a while.
Finally, he confirmed, looked at Yang Yi tremblingly, and asked, "It, is it dead?"
Yang Yi looked at him indifferently and nodded.
Do n’t underestimate Yang Yi, will you? Although he hasn't recovered to half of his previous ability, a wild boar that is not much bigger than a dog is bombarded in the abdomen by his inner strength, and all his internal organs are shattered. How can he survive?
However, he is more curious by comparison. How can there be wild boar in this mountain? Moreover, how did this little fat man provoke this wild boar?
If not curious, Yang Yi left the wild boar after kicking the dead boar.
However, the little fat man was more fanatical than him, and suddenly his eyes glowed, rushed over, took Yang Yi ’s hand, and said piously: "Master, you accept me as a disciple! I want to learn kung fu with you! Really Kung Fu! "
At that moment, Yang Yi had a bad feeling.
Oops, it seems to be entangled by death!
The fat man is certainly not deadly perverted, but he is more sticky than the brown sugar, Yang Yi throws him away with his running speed, and as a result, when Yang Yi saw this guy again, he actually waited at the exit , I don't know where I got a bicycle, and I rode behind him.
"Master, please accept me as a disciple! You can let me be a cow or a horse!" The little fat man said while panting.
It's really useless. Yang Yi didn't look down on him at all. He ran such a long distance with his feet, and his panting was even. This little fat man was as tired as a dog on a bicycle.
Do n’t say that Yang Yi did n’t even think about collecting disciples, even if he wanted to, he would n’t be happy to collect a waste!
However, the fat man is really work with perseverance, and has been following Yang Yi back to the small building. The cafe has not been renovated, so Yang Yi went upstairs from the back stairs to the second floor, and the fat man followed me shamelessly.
Yang Yi frowned, resisting the urge to throw him out.
I have to say that the tenacity of the little fat man makes Yang Yi feel a little more like it.
"This building seems to be, it seems to be Professor Hu!" The little fat man who turned into a master knows how to pat his head and asked in surprise, "Master, are you the son of Professor Hu?"
Originally, Yang Yi didn't want to take care of him. This guy was just talking and shattering his thoughts along the way, but now he guesses so ridiculously.
Yang Yi turned her head angrily and glared at him: "This house, I rented it!"
"Oh!" The little fat man was very happy, because "Master" finally talked to him.
"Then ..." He wanted to continue talking.
"Shut up!" Yang Yi closed his mouth without looking back.
The little fat man had to shut his mouth obediently, but he still looked around curiously, and the problems in his heart slowly began to hold back: "You live in such a big house alone? Where did Professor Hu go? Master, where did you learn Kung Fu is so powerful ... "
I just could n’t ask, and he was so uncomfortable.
"Have you eaten breakfast?" In the envious look of the fat man, Yang Yi took off his wet vest, wiped off his sweat, and put on a dry T-shirt before walking into the kitchen. Asked.
“Did not eat.” The little fat man opened the chatter box excitedly as if he had received an amnesty. “Master, will you still cook? No, I mean, do you still prepare breakfast in person?”
Yang Yi ignored him, fried eggs and ham, and made a plate of vegetable and fruit salad.
"Master, you are so powerful, my saliva is almost coming out!" said the little fat man with admiration.
Yang Yi smiled, his expression was not so cold, he pointed to the plate in front of the little fat man and said, "Eat, don't be cold."
After incorporating the new identity, Yang Yi has been thinking about it, is he still living as lonely as his previous life? Even if there is no friend, what is the meaning of this rebirth?
Now that I have encountered a cheeky little fat man, Yang Yi suddenly thought that it is also a good choice to properly contact some strangers and meet some friends.
(PS: It seems that there are book friends over there who ca n’t comment? Xiaohan does n’t know what happened. Xiaohan did n’t delete everyone ’s book reviews, could it be deleted by the system?)