He is His Excellency Zhi Li - Chapter 59

“I never drink things that others drive.” You Yan pushed his glasses and continued reading.

“What happened to your life in the past !!!” Cobb drank Coca-Cola, not long after, felt a cramp in the abdomen, and other people who drank Coca-Cola showed the same symptoms. Ying Xiujie lay on the table and covered it. Belly: “What’s in Coke?”

Duduola jumped away, covering her mouth with her hips and looking at the crooked people in surprise: “Oh, sorry, I seem to accidentally dropped the medicine for constipation into Cola.”

“You !!! Dora !!!”

Cobb should have guessed that this dream-like picture is impossible! !! Dora became more unscrupulous to the extent allowed by the branch.

Chu Chuhaoyu’s trembling fingers reached out to the branch manager: “Branch, branch branch …” Chu Haoyu was ignored as a whole: “Fools who don’t learn a lesson.”

The door of the school building was kicked open, and the charmed face seemed to absorb the background, and the forefinger flicked the soot: “I’m here to recycle Dora.” Cobb has only heard the words recycling trash.

Dudola made a fight posture: “Lan Yin, why are you here, you, a woman who sticks to the elder brother’s soul?” Isn’t even Lan Yin, what is possessiveness? Lan Yin’s expression didn’t move. She raised her eyelids and threw the cigarette butt. Dora focused her attention on hiding her cigarette. Lan Yin took advantage of this gap to step forward to raise her leg, and her knees reached Dora’s belly. Dora was weak. After parrying, Lan Yin grabbed the collar and said, “Give me back to your school.” After that, he dragged Dora toward the branch, and held the branch’s drawing with one hand: “Reward.”

Bian Zhi put down his pencil: “Please.”

“It’s almost the same.” Lan Yin lowered her body and printed a kiss on the left side of the support, then licked her lips with satisfaction, dragging Dora neatly and disappeared, leaving a blank audience.

56. Dating, two people.

Chunyi swept in with an unstoppable breath, warm, green leaves, flowers and even the dark teaching building became brighter, and the pen turned between the fingers fell on the book, and Cobb supported the chin and looked embarrassed. Lazy, glanced at the tireless teacher who imparted knowledge, and set his sights on the body of the manager. The slender neck, clean side face, and long eyelashes became better in the ambiguous light. He likes the word good, and prefers to put the word on the manager. He deserves it.

His class bell rang sharply, and the quiet classroom began to roar. Zhili noticed that she turned her gaze and turned away, and when she was about to make contact, Cobb hurriedly left her gaze. Cobb is not too entangled in love, do you love me? Have you ever loved someone more than me? Do you love me more than I love you? Will you not love me one day? Cobb believes that obsessed with this kind of problem is in itself a divorced love. He doesn’t understand what the true meaning of love is, but he wants to be with him without any thoughts, without restrictions, without more requirements. He took out a book borrowed from the library and it seemed that although he didn’t have such a hobby to read books, Cobb also had his own preferences. He liked Nietzsche, jerky and inexplicable words, and the bold language was even a little crazy and conceited. resonance. [I am on the road that fate prescribes for me. Although I do n’t want to go on this road, I have no choice but to walk on this road full of sorrow and indignation.] Cobb remembered the foreign teacher in high school. He can hardly communicate with this foreign teacher who does not know much Chinese, but after a class, the foreigner with red hair and white skin stepped on the bottom of the desk with his legs, smoking a cigarette, and looked at everything Yes, there was nothing, and that state left a deep impression on Cobb. Out of curiosity for foreigners at that time, Cobb sent a text message to the foreign teacher. Every time Cobb sent a message, he needed to find a translation on the Internet for a long time. The foreign teacher asked Cobb’s favorite author. Cobb briefly answered Nietzsche, the foreign teacher. Laughing with the beginning of A-HA, the foreign teacher told him that the first book of his life was written by Nietzsche. Finally, the day before the foreign teacher left, the foreign teacher sent a disc to Cobb. The cover was a paragraph written with a black oil-based pen. The classmate picked it up and translated next to Cobb: “Although you often cannot express what you want to say , But I know what you want to say. “This sentence was moved by Cobb will remember it for many years. I don’t know why, and suddenly I think of such trivial things. By the time he returned, Zhili was sitting next to Cobb, took his finger over Cobb’s book, and glanced at the cover: “Nietzsche?”

“Well.” Cobb replied lightly, and now he didn’t want to encounter it. If you pretend to be a B to read such a book, you would never give up your gentle tongue.

“Here my biggest pain is loneliness …. This loneliness is due to the inability of the individual to reach a consensus with the world. When I reached high places, I found that I was always lonely. No one spoke to me, and the lonely winter shook me. What do I really want from a height? “

Cobb looked at Zhili with a little surprise: “Have you read it?”

“Let’s go to middle school.”

“I don’t remember ever seeing what book you took.”

“This is it.” Zhili put the book back into Cobb’s hands: “I just came back from the library the day I met you.” I have to believe that fate also happened by accident. Cobb looked at the time of his watch. Let’s ring the bell. The manager just got up. Cobb called the manager: “Hey, are you free this Sunday?”

“No.”

“Are you free this Sunday?”

“What?”

“Go out and play.”

“Play?”

Cobb pushed the support away from his seat: “You just have fun, I kindly invite you to go on a date.” Cobb said proudly, the support asked with a puzzled head: “This kind of thing requires Is it secretly fun? “

“Don’t blow my pride with that expression.”

“what?”

On Sunday, Cobb waited for the bus with his hands in his trousers pockets, so dead, Chu Haoyu appeared: “Oh! Two, are you going to the city? It ’s a coincidence, I ’m going to buy something, Come together. “

“You’re so sorry.” Cobb reluctantly.

“This is your attitude. Even if you don’t want to, Zhili didn’t say that, right?” Chu Haoyu smiled and hugged Zhili’s shoulder, and he calmly looked at the hand that held his own shoulder, Chu. Hao Yu shook his hands. The bus stopped slowly at the platform, Cobb got in the car, the manager got in the car, Chu Haoyu got in the car, and stood at the door.

“Haoyu.”

“what happened?”

“I want to kick you, can you?” At the moment the door was about to be closed, Chu Haoyu was kicked off the car with a kick. Cobb asked calmly, “That’s not good.”

“I have consulted him.”

“Indeed.” The branch manager went to the vacant seat, sitting on the side next to the aisle, and Cobb put a lot of money and walked to the branch manager. He sat in the window position. I still remember that this little thing accumulated. The habit of two people. The car moved forward slowly, and the grinning students, the familiar scenery outside the window. Cobb put his face against the window: “The manager, male of good gender, good looks, outstanding results, outstanding in many aspects, can’t stand the heat, only drink mineral water and milk, and occasionally try coffee. He smiles very high and possessive Strong mouth, very sweet and bad mouth. Do not like to eat noodles, do not like being touched by the head, do not like to overlap words, do not like to be called a baby, do not like vanilla popsicles, do not like melon, like winter melon, bitter melon I do n’t like sweets, especially sweets. I do n’t like posting when chatting with QQ. I do n’t like talking on the phone. I like to say “what”, like blue, I like drawing although it sucks, I like to play tricks, and I like Ke. Boys of cloth. They would like very few things, so the boy named Cobb didn’t have to worry about being squeezed out of position. “After speaking a long series of words, Cobb looked through the window and reflected the man’s face: “How about, I have asked your summary report for six years.”

“what?”

“This situation should be answered in two words, what does Cobb least like?”

“Cold, sports, lamb, innocence, idols, family.” Cobb froze and poked his lips: “What does Cobb like?”

“Winter-dressed like a bear, money, no physical exertion, blindness, mockery, half-push to bed, family.”

“I’m not happy at all when you say so.” Cobb gritted his teeth and said, “It seems you know that I don’t have anything in your favorite things.”

“You only ask what you like.” The car was bumped by the rocks on the road, and the voice of the manager was mixed with the body’s heavy gasps, noises, snorts, and Cobb’s heartbeat: “Don’t ask your favorite. “