When I thought of this idea, I was really happy with my cleverness. Without saying anything, I immediately contacted Nan Nan and asked her to help me get the contact information of the prop master. The deployment was done in one go. As long as I paid enough money, the prop master would be willing to do anything. I made an appointment with him and asked him to wait for me in the staff dormitory building. After the fight between Zhang Xiaoyong and I was over that day, I went to find him immediately and asked him to quickly help me make a few wounds!
After arranging all this, I felt refreshed and a bit like a "white paper fan". This is called using your brain, right? However, thinking that Zhang Xiaoyong and I were just playing a fake fight, while Black Spider, Big Two and the others were fighting bloody battles, I still felt a little uncomfortable, so I held a meeting with them in advance and told them not to fight too hard, and to retreat immediately if the situation was not right. There was no need to fight the opponent head-on. Unexpectedly, my statement was opposed by everyone. They said that it was a long-standing dream to fight with idiots of this level. Usually, they would shiver and pee when they saw them. Now it was not easy to have a battle between equals. How could they not go all out? In short, everyone looked excited, and I had no way to deal with them. I had to let them go, but I still said: "Listen to my command. If I say retreat, everyone must retreat. If anyone still wants to fight, don't blame me for being rude."
In this way, everything is ready except for the east wind. In three days, I thought there was nothing to prepare, so I devoted myself to the notebook that Xia Xue prepared for me. To be honest, I haven't even mastered the second-year high school courses. And I haven't touched them for so long, I feel like I have forgotten a lot. But I still threw myself into the third-year high school courses without hesitation, first familiarizing myself with them in a hurry, and then slowly grinding, slowly memorizing, and slowly learning. There were places I didn't understand, and no one around me could help me, but with Yuan Xiaoyi, a college student, around, it was like turning on a plug-in, and learning became easy.
Yuan Xiaoyi was very surprised when she saw my notebook. According to her, "It covers all the key knowledge of various subjects in the third year of high school. It is hard to imagine that it was written by a second-year high school student, and it is even harder to imagine that she only took one week to organize it. With this level, you can easily get into a key university in China!" After hearing this, I said proudly, "Needless to say? My wife is not an ordinary person." Yuan Xiaoyi glanced at me and said, "If she can get in, can you?" I guiltily said some ambiguous words like "I will work hard."
Seeing that I was a little unconfident, Yuan Xiaoyi said, "Wang Hao, you are also very smart. You can do it as long as you work hard. Come over more often when you have time, and I will help you with your lessons." I then raised my hands and thanked him profusely, saying some nonsense like "Teacher Yuan's great kindness will be remembered for the rest of my life." In short, we kept joking around like this, and three days passed quickly.
Today, the day of the fight between Zhang Xiaoyong and I finally arrived. Early in the morning, I asked the magical prop master to hide in the staff dormitory and asked him to fake the wounds for me in ten or twenty minutes. I had thought about it. It was fake anyway, so I would just fake more. On the shoulders, on the chest, on the stomach, no matter how scary it was, I wanted to see how Nie Yuanlong would handle it.
When the time came, I led a group of people to a vacant lot behind the staff dormitory building. It was a large area with a small forest next to it. It was quiet and elegant, and was also one of the common places for students to fight.
The person playing the piano said: I don’t feel like spring yet, how come it’s summer already?
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