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The broadcast office sent in a live casting. Calculating the votes, this competition was a draw …

Another draw?

Zou En, put down the wooden log and return to normal. However, one could not see the expression in his dark sunglasses.

"What kind of draw? Are we going to compete with Xuan? "

Wood, I rolled my sparkling, clear eyes. What? If Zuo En and Xuan had a match, then I should stand on either side.

55555... It was better to quickly produce the special rose! This choice was too difficult!

"I should have won …"

"Why?"

"Idiot, we have the same number of people in black and white! The votes are all the same, and they are all the same! "

"Oh?" "But that doesn't mean you won …"

"Because my difficulty level is higher …"

"Is that so? But I don't understand it at all. What kind of song is that? It's so powerful … "How exciting …"

Zou En, looking at the direction of the white roses at the front desk, lazily answered: "However, the music is very suitable for people like you to listen to, it's true. The science expert has studied it. This piece of music is very suitable for infants who have just been born to listen to it... Very useful for improving your intelligence... "Remember, that's Mozart's serenade …"

"Oh, so it's Mozart's' Song of the Night '…"

It was made of wood, and it was repeated while shaking its head.

Since when did this pig have a relationship with the music master, Mozart?

Thinking about it, he realized that was not right. Why would he be in the mood to chat so much with him today?

Eh, if I think about it carefully, what does this mean? Scientific experts have studied it. This piece of music is very suitable for infants who have not been born yet. It is extremely beneficial for improving their intelligence.

F * ck me!

God damn it, damn it, he means I'm not as smart as a baby!

Ah, ah, ah!

This damned fellow, he hasn't forgotten to use all sorts of methods to hurt me!

In the blink of an eye, it was evening and everyone had already retreated to the back of the school.

There was a vast Liaoning Province with dense forests, bright lakes, and towering gullies.

The golden autumn was bright, and the dead trees of the cold forest were as sharp as horns. They stood tall and imposing in the distance, exuding a majestic aura.

A gust of wind blew past, and with a hualala sound, Qiushan Han Bai … Carousel, looking up at the peak of the steep mountains, suddenly feel standing ten thousand people, the momentum is perilous.

And the lofty peaks in front of him, the clouds, the mist, were all so profound and ethereal …

Wood, left, right, front, back, up and down, carefully observed once, immediately pulling down a bitter face. What a joke, if they really had to live a life of wild training here, wouldn't it be too comfortable?

If it weren't for Lin Feng saying that this wild training would be recorded in her credits and that she would need to take 70% of the credits, she would have gone home to have a good sleep even if she were beaten to death. Only then would he feel happy!

She was kind enough to tell the pig, Zorn, that he certainly could not bear to live in the wild, and that the weather was suddenly cold and unpredictable, and dangerous!

And yet, this dead pig, picking at her with his squint, is trying to prove that he is a coward afraid of death by saying so much nonsense to you? It is now an honour to congratulate you on having achieved your goal!

F * ck me! You're really out of breath when you say you're a fat pig.

Damn demon, when you freeze to death, you'd better not beg me. Even if I die, I won't be your scapegoat!

In the night, the deep seep, the cold wind, the Jackdaws.

The men set up their tents and raised them into a large circle of fire.

The Black Division, the White Division.

"Wood, come here."

Liuchuan waved his hand.

The wooden log immediately flew over, like an old hen that had just seen a small insect. It almost cackled … The cheering went wild.

"Xuan, are we really going to camp outside?"

The flowing river was dazzling as he sat on the ground. Behind him, the moonlight curled gently, rendering it into a kind of unreal beauty, as if it was a dream of the fairyland …

The pure white Persian cat in his hands had a pink bow on its head, flashing cute blue eyes like stars, and its small white nose was also pink.

"Yes, Wood, are you afraid?"

"Afraid? "Of course not, I'm not even afraid of Xuan."

The wooden log wrapped around his body as it looked pitifully at the cold wind blowing by. At the same time, it raised its head and spoke with determination. Be tough with your words, be tough with your words. There will be times when you will cry.

Wood, scoop up the white Persian cat, happily teasing: "Xuan, what's its name?"

"Is it beautiful? It's called Juliet … "

"Wow, Juliet, what an interesting name, does that have Romeo or not …"