Chapitre 37: Why Are There Crocodiles Again?
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
Xiao Luming stood up and moved his body. Then, he took the opportunity to peek at the words written on Yun Ze's notepad from the corner of his eye.
"I'm willing to turn into a breeze… and blow on your face…"
"I'm willing to rain… to nourish your desire…"
"I'm willing to become a green bird… and sing for you from the branch…"
"…"
Turning his head silently, Xiao Luming looked at Long Yan's notepad beside him.
"Ah, the willow tree!"
"Your body is so thick!"
"Your branches are so charming!"
"Your gentle whipping was an expectation of my growth…"
"Your gentle bondage is a reward for my stubbornness…"
"…"
Then he looked at what he had written.
"I haven't slept for three days in autumn."
"A tree slanted in the sun, cicadas singing of parting."
"Like a leaf in the wind, empty and sad."
"Don't fold the long stripes lightly."
"All the wandering guests."
"The red board bridge is empty, and the person in the dress is gone under the morning breeze and the lingering moon."
After watching for a while, Xiao Luming felt that the competition to praise the willow tree was completely settled.
With his literary talent, he would definitely suppress the other four.
What the hell were those guys writing?
What transformed into a breeze and what was so thick-bodied? His face almost cracked from smiling.
After sensing that no one had overtaken him, Xiao Luming sat down again. He sat steadily on the fishing platform, not panicking at all.
This time, for some reason, the Zombie King wanted the five of them to each write an article about praising the willow tree. There was no limit to the theme, so ancient and modern poems were all fine. The only requirement was to praise the willow tree to death.
Those who wrote well could rest for half a day, while those who did not write well would continue to hang from the tree to receive punishment.
For this rare half-day of rest and to avoid continuing to be punished, they had used all their strength.
They racked her brains and considered it from all angles.
Their heads felt like they were going to explode.
Seeing the other four scratching their ears and cheeks anxiously, Xiao Luming almost laughed out loud.
Fortunately, he mainly cultivated sword techniques. Every move was composed of words, and any one of them was much stronger than what they had written.
This time, he would definitely be able to stand out and enjoy that rare half-day leave.
Every day, they had to plow the land and plant trees to clear the weeds, water the weeds, catch insects, and trim the willow branches. After that, they had to be dragged out by the energetic zombie to continue training. Who could withstand this?
Boom! Boom!
The unique motor of the motorcycle sounded, galloping over with a sky full of dust.
After a while, a beautiful figure wearing beetle glasses, a Silverstein Bluetooth earpiece, and a six-leaf clover sportswear alighted from the car.
It was not nonsense to say that Xi Hongshi was a lackey.
This guy took the money on them and specially chose good things to buy. He bought a lot of jewelry, sunhats, casual clothes, and decorations and gave them all to the Zombie King.
As a result, the Zombie King's impression of him became better and better.
Previously, Xi Hongshi lived in a shanty like them. Now, he had his own wooden house built by Xiao Luming and the others.
Xiao Luming's heart ached when he saw the Zombie King's clothes.
They only earned a few thousand yuan a month. They scrimped and saved up money for marriage, but it was all gone in an instant.
That was their hard-earned money!
"Hmm?"
An emotionless mechanical voice sounded as the figure arrived beside them.
"I've already written it. Take a look…"
Xiao Luming hurriedly jumped up and handed over the notebook he had prepared. He also snatched the notebooks of his teammates.
What a joke. The worse his teammate's writing was, the higher his chances would be.
It would be best if they did not finish it, so that he would be the only one to finish it, and it would be foolproof.
Xiang Ye reached out coldly to take the notepad from Xiao Luming. He glanced at Xiao Luming, opened the notebook, and lowered his head to read.
At this moment, Xiao Luming, who had handed in his notebook, was still feeling uneasy. It was as if he had handed in his exam paper. Although he was confident previously, he would still be worried about his gains and losses after handing it in.
The Zombie King's thinking was completely different from humans. Who knew if she would suddenly think that what others wrote was more to her liking?
If that was the case, it would be over.
Xiao Luming raised his head and stole a glance at Jiang Xiaocheng, wanting to find something beneficial to him from her expression. Jiang Xiaocheng was looking at Long Yan's notebook, the one that wrote, "Ah, willow tree! Your figure is so thick."
Unfortunately, there was still no expression on Jiang Xiaocheng's face. Her face did not move or even blink.
"…"
"What is this?"
"What's this about?"
"What the hell is this again?"
"Hmm?"
"This one looks good…"
"He has artistic conception… and literary talent…"
"Under the morning breeze and the lingering moon…"
Xiang Ye raised his head and glanced at Xiao Luming again. He couldn't tell that this guy still had some standards.
As expected of a swordsman, retro style was at his fingertips.
After reading Xiao Luming's article again, Xiang Ye felt that he had to print out this poem. When the time came, he would let them stand by the willow tree and recite it every day.
With praise, the willow tree would grow faster.
"…"
"Wait…"
"Something's wrong…"
"I think I've seen this poem somewhere before…"
After reading it again, the déjà vu of the word suddenly appeared, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
But after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't remember, and had no memory of this poem at all.
Xiang Ye could only take out his phone and type Xiao Luming's poem into the Baidu search bar.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Slep!!!"
With a crisp sound, Xiao Luming howled again.
"You copied the poem, huh?"
"Slap!"
"You copied Nalan Xingde, right?"
"Slap!"
"Pale yellow willow, right?"
"Slep!"
"Other people are honest and original, but you, a scholar, actually dare to copy someone?"
"Slap!"
"If I hadn't been used to Baidu, I would have been fooled by you."
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
"Stop hitting, stop hitting me. I won't dare to do it again. I won't dare to do it again!!!"
"Wuwuwuwu…"
Long Yan, Yun Ze, Wind Chaser, and Thunder Rush looked at each other in confusion.
They wanted to go forward and stop the Zombie King's atrocity, but they did not dare to.
Who knew if they would get themself into trouble? The zombie would probably hang them up and beat them up too.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
A few different voices suddenly sounded from afar, interrupting Xiang Ye's torture of Xiao Luming.
And this time, the voices sounded wrong.
"Isn't that the sound of crocodiles?"
"That's not right. Isn't there only one crocodile?"
"Why does it sound like a few crocodiles?"
"No way? Could it be that the crocodile saw that it couldn't defeat Jiang Xiaocheng and called more crocodiles over?"
Thinking of this, Xiang Ye panicked. He couldn't even defeat one crocodile. If a few more came, wouldn't it kill him?
After hanging Xiao Luming and the others up, Xiang Ye jumped onto the motorcycle, stepped on the accelerator, and left.
He wanted to see with his own eyes what was going on.
-- Cadeau
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