Xue God has mines at home

Chapter 487
Ning Zhixu is still that old Goubi with an astonishingly poor capacity for alcohol.

A can of beer.

Just one can.

The speed of drinking alcohol was obviously faster than that of drinking. When Chen Ange went to the bathroom to put some water, someone was already lying on the bed unconscious.

Holding the corner of the quilt with his fingers, he stretched it all the way from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, covering the person with the quilt very ungentlely.

After turning off the light in the bedroom and taking off the obtrusive peaked cap on the boy's head, Chen Ange went downstairs.

The sky turned pale, and the man upstairs probably had to sleep all morning to wake up.

Opening the shutter door outside the billiards hall, and dropping the wooden sign of 'Closed Business', the boy walked slowly on the street in the early morning with a cigarette in his mouth and smelling of alcohol.

There seems to be a clear boundary between them and the city.

In the dark night, the lights are feasting, singing and laughing.

In the small alley at six o'clock in the morning, everything was silent, and even the owner of the breakfast stall was still yawning lazily.While carelessly putting the fritters into the oil pan.

With his arms propped aside, his eyes drooping, he flipped the oil pan perfunctorily with his long chopsticks from time to time.

The sleepiness on his face clearly shows the rebellion of "I don't work out to support my family, but to play".

Chen Ange has always been a master who loves nightlife.

This time point is usually when the night show is over and ready to go back to catch up on sleep.

Breakfast and the like had already been crossed out from his daily itinerary. I haven't eaten this stuff in 800 years.

Maybe he was a little sober after drinking, but Chen Ange suddenly had the leisurely mood to eat breakfast.He found a random table, and after the man sat down, he put his legs on another chair very rudely.

"Put whatever you want."

That posture didn't look like someone who came to eat at all, he looked like a bully collecting protection fees.

The stall owner might have been a little nervous. With a shake of his hands, the long chopsticks holding the fried dough sticks fell off the oil pan, splashing a few drops of oil.

Chen Ange was sitting next to him, and it was hard to escape.

The only short sleeve that was still clean was damaged, and the cuffs and shoulders were hit.

"." He shouldn't have broken his routine.

The man let out an oops, didn't bother to grab his chopsticks, turned off the fire, and started scrambling to find a tissue for this young man who didn't look like a good stubble.

This stall looks like it's illegal, and he doesn't have a decent tissue either.

Finally, he took out a stack of newspapers and slapped them on Chen Ange's clothes.

Still muttering in his mouth: "Wipe, wipe quickly."

Chen Ange also fucked up.

Throwing away the cigarette butt, he took the newspaper from his hand: "I will do it myself. You are busy."

The boss stood beside him with his hands in his hands: "I'm not busy."

Chen Ange's forehead twitched: "...I'm here for breakfast."

After some ineffective exchanges, the boss finally agreed to go to work. Chen Ange wouldn't be so stupid as to wipe his clothes with a newspaper, crumpled the newspaper up and put it aside.

Bored, he tapped his fingers on the table a few times before he noticed a few lines of text missing on the periphery of the paper ball.

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On June 6, the results of the college entrance examination came out two days earlier than expected.

Upon hearing the news, Nan Yaoye and Su Qing respectively put down their work and shopping, and rushed home to accompany the little boy to check his grades.

In the class group, people have already reported their grades to celebrate. Nan Yi huddled in the computer chair, shivering all morning and did not dare to check.I'm afraid that after working hard for two years, I will get a shameful score.

Tang Zhi got 682 in the exam.

Qu Boyang scored 708 in the test.

Even Han Li, a scumbag, scored more than 300 points in the test. Including the art test, he just passed the score line of the Film Academy.

It's almost south.

When Nan Yaoye and Su Qing rushed into her room, the little girl's finger was hanging above the Enter key, and when she turned her head to see the tens of billions of parents, she shook her hand and pressed it.

(End of this chapter)