Everyone was silent for a moment, then burst out: "Oh my god, coming to a bar to study, what a way."
"Beautiful girl, let's play together. Studying is so boring."
"Chen Huai, you are too ignorant of the need to be gentle with women. You actually asked a beautiful woman to come here and teach you how to read. You are wasting such a gift!"
Chen Huai had a playful smile on his face. The colorful dark lights of the bar shone on his face, and the music was deafening.
He took a step closer and said, "Sister, studying is so boring. Can I help you with some prestige?"
Zhuomian held the pen and stared at him quietly.
Chen Huai lowered his head and played with his phone for a while.
The big screen behind the DJ immediately displayed "The beautiful lady in booth 18 is so hot. Can you give me her contact information? Let's play a two-player game at my house tonight."
Everyone looked towards table number 18, wanting to see how beautiful it was, so beautiful that some bastards were so shameless as to make dirty jokes.
And Zhuomian had a cold face. Although his appearance did not disappoint anyone, he was so cold that people dared not even think about approaching him.
The bar was too dark and the lights were flickering. Although she was pretty, I couldn't see every detail on her face. I just felt gloomy.
Chen Huai poured her some wine: "Sister, don't look so gloomy. You should have fun when you go out to play."
Daytime sleep is indifferent: "Liberal press theory advocates and promotes objective reporting, but Western newspapers are dominated by the supremacy of profit and money. The crisis facing this theory reveals the contradiction between the private ownership of capital and the social nature of production in capitalist society."
Chen Huai didn't listen, and laughed with his friends, waving the glass of wine in front of her: "Sister, have a drink, how can you come to the bar without drinking?"
Even though Xiaomian ignored him, he kept trying to encourage her, even lifting the ends of her hair with his fingers: "Sister, your hair smells so good, what shampoo do you use?"
Zhuomian held the outline tightly in his hand and looked at him silently.
Chen Huai thought she was persuaded, tilted his head and handed her the wine glass.
However, the next second, Zhu Mian stretched out his hand, aimed at the side of his face, and punched him hard.
Chen Huai was caught off guard and was knocked down onto the booth.
Zhuomian had practiced fighting, so he attacked decisively and fiercely, leaving no room for his opponent's escape, and his head was buzzing.
Everyone was shocked and in an uproar, and the wine glasses in the hands of the friends were thrown.
And sleeping in the colorful spotlight, with a cold and indifferent face that was so cold that it was intimidating: "Damn, why is this world full of rotten men?"
Chen Huai covered his face in disbelief: "Sister, you hit me?"
Zhu Mian was so angry that he had no place to vent his anger. He picked up the glass of wine that Chen Huai had poured and smashed it hard on the glass table. The glass table cracked and the wine glass fragments flew everywhere. His group of friends were so scared that they stepped back.
Xiao Mian picked up a broken piece of wine glass, put it against his neck, and said coldly: "I'll ask you again, do you want to learn?"
Chen Huai said in panic: "Learn, learn, sister, can't I learn it?"
Zhumian held up his collar and said, "Start reciting from the central issues of journalism. Hurry up."
Chen Huai looked at her expression.
Lumia urged: "Hurry up!"
Chen Huai quickly said, "Okay, okay."
He read from his notes: "The central topic of journalism is the determination and control of objective social conditions on human journalistic activities and the reaction of journalistic activities on society..."
From time to time, he would steal a glance at her expression.
What's worse is that Chen Huai was so ignorant at the beginning that he spent 9,000 yuan to buy three hours of screen dominance. Whenever a new person came to the bar, he was curious about who was at Table 18 and kept looking over. As a result, he saw a cold and beautiful woman holding a young man by the scruff of the neck, holding his head down and making him read the book on the table.
Everyone: “?”
Is this what you call a two-player game?
Coming to the bar to endorse something, what a pervert!
For the entire night, Zhu Mian stole the show, while his friends watched Chen Huai being forced to endorse something by having his collar pulled from behind.
Everyone's jaws were about to drop to the ground.
I've known him for so long, but this is the first time I've seen him so embarrassed. His face is as pale as an air conditioner unit.
This beauty is also like this, what a hot and cold-faced female teacher, so beautiful yet so cruel and ruthless.
Chen Huai hesitated and said, "Sister, what is liberal press theory? It's not written in your notes."
"It's a theoretical exploration to establish, maintain and develop press freedom..."
He recited for three full hours, then took a nap before picking up his spear and leaving.
Those friends came over tentatively. "Oh my god, so fierce! Such a beautiful woman, I never thought she could be so cruel. Did it hurt when she hit you just now? She even held you by the back of your collar and made you carry her on your back."
Chen Huai rubbed his slapped face: "It hurts, but it feels like my sister is playing SM with me."
Friends: “?”
Chen Huai held up his face and said happily: "With her cold face, it's quite exciting."
Friends: "..."
Is your brain damaged?
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