Don't talk to me (DTTM)

Chapter 51

"Kun God, I know you are busy watching Brother Sheng."

After the evening self-study, Cen Rui just finished washing the photos and slipped back, busy busy distributing: "Can't you even give the camera a few seconds? It is not easy to put you up without trace..."

"You might as well not be a P." Xia Junhua took the picture and took a closer look. "Sit a cartoon kun **** on Brother Sheng's head... whoever gives you creativity will not say anything, who gives you courage?"

"Don't it look good?"

Cen Rui was very disappointed and sent back while talking to him: "I asked for a day in the forum and offered a reward of three thousand wisdom beans before I asked the big brother to draw the Q version."

The Q version is extremely cute with short hands and feet, and it is also very expressive. The seven groups of students are very envious. Several little girls even wanted to ask out the account of the big brother, and then go to ask for a few more drafts.

Unfortunately, the big guy contacted by Cen Rui at first glance was a daily-throw trumpet, a zero-level pure number, which was applied for only one time, and there was only one time when the online record was recorded.

It looks good, but Xia Junhua still feels that the focus should not be here: "The painting is pretty good, but—"

Yu Sheng is arranging a stand with Ding Zhengjiao's interpreter and raised his hand to take the picture: "But I didn't ask you to put him on top of my head."

...

"Brother Sheng!" Cen Rui froze for two seconds, and instantly figured out why the tone of the zeroth trumpet was so familiar, "When did you--"

Before he had finished speaking, Yu Sheng glanced at him, raising his hand witly and covering his mouth instantly, and muttered quickly.

Jin Linkun was sorting out the topics during the evening self-study. He heard the photo before raising his head, and took over the printed and sealed photo.

He seemed to like sitting on top of his roommate's head, holding the roommate's Q-style styling before falling asleep. He took photos for a long time, and expressed his cordial and sincere thanks to Cen Rui.

It was inexplicably stressful to accept Kunshen's earnest and sincere gratitude. Cen Rui bravely withstood this pressure and waited for Jin Linkun to bow his head again before quickly approaching Yu Sheng: "Sheng Brother—"

Yu Sheng was painting a simple stage sketch for Ding Zhengjiao. He heard the sound, put down his pen, and looked up at him.

"I do not know anything."

Cen Ruixin grasped the idea and raised his hand to ensure: "I just met a big man who stopped by. He had already retired, and he went back to the matter. He went deep into hiding, hiding himself and the name. ..."

Yu Sheng lowered his head again, Cen Rui squatted on the side and watched for a while, finally unable to suppress the doubt in his heart, lowered his voice, "Brother Sheng, so-what is God holding in his arms? I really don't understand... ..."

When the original picture of the big brother was sent over, the Q version of Kunshen was actually holding a thin, yellowish slender strip.

Cen Rui found several people to brainstorm, but did not ask what it was. He could only play it by himself temporarily, and re-plugged Sheng Ge's hair into the mini-kun god's arms.

"..." Yu Sheng put down the pen: "Pole."

Cen Rui: "Ah?"

Reluctantly understanding the meaning of this unusually concise word, Cen Rui tried his best to sublimate the theme for him: "Bamboo-bamboo pole? Zhukun God is higher and higher? Once stronger than once?"