Song Baojun exclaimed: "The analysis is very organized, and it is worthy of being a philosophical personality."

Finally, the philosophical personality said: "The effect of face-to-face communication is limited, and it is always difficult for you to directly understand it. I have decided that once the secret energy reaches a certain threshold, it will begin to merge with the subject."

Suddenly, an irritable voice interrupted and said, "What do you mean by philosophy? I have said hundreds or thousands of times and are ranked behind the despicable personality. Do you want to go to the line?"

The tone of philosophical personality is very calm: "Brutal, I have repeatedly emphasized that negative personality can only adapt to some emergencies and cannot adapt to the mainstream of today's society. For example, you did a good job in the cinema that night, but can you be competent for other situations? When the subject talks with the opposite sex, will you appear and slap the cute girl? If you are always unwilling to obey the leader's scheming arrangements, I will make you more rational."

The violent personality seemed to be a little afraid of the philosophical personality, and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, it's so fucking long-winded, let you do it first."

Hearing this situation, Song Baojun couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

Philosophical Personality says: "The leader recently appointed me as a dispatcher, responsible for arranging the right personality to help you under appropriate circumstances, and in addition to speeding up the progress of integration based on actual conditions."

The "leader" he mentioned is the "boss" mentioned by the vulgar personality. It is the most powerful existence hidden behind all personality, and even the name cannot be mentioned.

Song Baojun nodded to express his understanding.

…******…

The next day, Ye Jingchun didn't bring any breakfast to Song Baojun!

This made Song Baojun, who was not very proficient in emotional issues, unable to understand what was missing. Until he pretended to be casually asking Tan Qingkai about his performance in class the morning before. Tan Qingkai just said exaggeratedly: "I saw Liu Xiyue send you a cell phone, which is so enviable! I don't remember the others!"

So Song Baojun suddenly realized that he had not found the opportunity to explain alone to Ye Jingchun in the next few days.

After half a week, Long Ya did not come to find fault again, and Guo Jun did not dare to complain anymore. As for Xie Qilu, she often sneaked with a few girls, not knowing what was brewing.

These days, Song Baojun has a good meal and drink, and his money is almost a waste of life. He has to spend hundreds of dollars on every meal. Basic four dishes, one soup, two kilograms of rice, and four bottles of beer are the norm. If it weren't before, how could he have such an appetite? Even if he had an appetite, according to his way of eating, the 800 yuan living expenses his family could not hold on for even half a week.

I guess I don’t have to pay it back if I get 10,000 yuan from the Chashan Hotel. I think Xi Caiwei paid 2,000 yuan for the so-called "medical expenses", took Liu Xiyue several hundred yuan in the cafe, Yang Kaiming sponsored 500 yuan, and the others were added, and 13,000 yuan was collected on her body, without even bowing her head when she walked.

Power and money are the confidence of today's society. With such a little bit of confidence, Song Baojun felt that it was naturally different.

Because he ate too much, his cells began to divide and grow rapidly, and even the sound of bones moaning in his body could be heard. On the weekend, he was about five kilograms heavier than last month. At the same time, his spirit was much better than during the sluggish otaku period. His overall appearance was refreshed, and he began to turn red and full of energy.

As the National Day holiday came, the school unit took seven days off as usual. Some smart students from Jiayuan had already asked for leave on the first day and took a taxi to leave early to avoid the peak travel period of the golden holiday. Other students were also absent-minded. They could slip away if they could slip away, and those who couldn't slip had no intention of learning, and they were all lazy in the dormitory.

On the afternoon of September 30, the entire campus was empty and stern.

Song Baojun's home is local, so he doesn't have to clean up and goes to the bus stop with both hands to wait for the bus.

As soon as I walked to the school gate, a voice behind me was yelling: "Hey, Song Baojun, where are you going to go for the National Day holiday?"

Looking back, it turned out to be Ye Jingchun.

The little girl was carrying a light green travel bag on one shoulder, and had a ponytail on her head, smiling very purely.

Song Baojun quickly stopped and waited for Ye Jingchun to approach, the two walked side by side and said, "I don't have any plans yet. Are you going home?"

"Yes, I haven't returned to Xiangjing for more than a month. I always have to go home to see it after the holiday."

Song Baojun felt the girl's faint fragrance of the virgin, and his heart rippled, his mind began to become dull, and he asked without saying a word: "Your family is in Xiangjing, so it's two or three hours away. Have you bought a ticket? Why don't I go with you to buy it?"

"Ah, no need, my family said to come and pick me up and wait at the school gate." Ye Jingchun's originally white face was a little more red, and she looked very beautiful.

Song Baojun looked at her secretly and saw the afternoon sunlight sprinkling on her face, with crystal clear earlobes, and the thin little hair on her face reflected the golden light of the sun. The green blood vessels were slightly exposed under her skin, which was so delicate. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva in secret and said, "Is Xiangjing fun? I have never been there yet."

"It's fun, very prosperous. It used to be quite chaotic, but the security has improved in the past two years. After graduation, students of our school either stay in Chazhou, or go to Zhonghai or Xiangjing. I can't explain clearly what the specifics are, but the most luxurious private manor in the world is Xiangjing. I went there once when I was a child. I heard that it took 30 years to fully build it, and it can be almost comparable to the Old Summer Palace."

Song Baojun also knew that the prosperity of Xiangjing was unimaginable, but he had never seen the world. He thought to himself that he had nothing to do with his weaknesses. He quickly changed the topic and said, "By the way, what is your family doing?"

Ye Jingchun smiled and said, "My dad is just a businessman. He works for others. There is nothing to say. Then what is your family doing?"
Chapter completed!