Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"kindness……"

After talking for a while, Yan Ce resolutely extended an invitation to Mo Zhong, "Uncle Mo, there is a cafeteria in the school, I will ask the cook to cook some dishes, and we will chat while eating. The plan I said needs Uncle Mo's help. There are still a few design drawings, if you, the great sage of the Mohist school, give you advice, it will definitely be improved to a higher level."

Mo Zhong pondered for a moment, then said, "Design?"

"Yes, it is a design method called three views in another country. It is a design method based on three perspectives. If you can draw well, you can completely deviate from the description and let craftsmen design a new type of design drawing. If you are interested, I can give you a detailed introduction."

Mo Zhong frowned for a while, and relaxed for a while, with an indescribably strange expression on his face.

"I... think about it first."

Seeing the earnest appearance of the young man longing for knowledge and dreams, Mo Zhong's last anger disappeared. Under the sun, the middle-aged man and the sunny young man full of youthful vigor looked at each other for a long time, so long that he almost forgot the time the passage of time.

He was silent for a while, and finally took the boy's blueprint, and walked towards the school cafeteria with Young Master Ce, thinking about the advantages and disadvantages of this blueprint.

"Young Master Ce, aside from drawing skills, your three-view design, left, down, and front, is not bad. This design will greatly reduce the time for craftsmen to make secondary revisions."

"Yeah yeah."

"Young people, don't be proud. There are still some problems with this picture. You can see that it is obviously uneven in thickness, and the structure of the components is not very good. I will check out other problems later. I will sleep late at night. Uncle Take a good lesson, your painting skills are really bad."

"Thank you, Uncle Mo."

Chapter Two Hundred and Six

Gradually into the night.

Compared with the bustling and noisy night life of teenagers and girls in the school, the area of ​​the school house is so clean that it seems to exist in another dimension, so quiet that you can hear it.

The cold white full moon sways the night, under the distant sky, is the autumn scenery, the cold wind blows through Miss Lingshi's hair, she pushes open the door of Yan Ce's room next door, bends down, and puts her fingers into the gap between her heels and shoes , quickly took off his cloth shoes and placed them neatly at the door.

The white and petite feet stepped on the prepared round-toed clogs, and the feeling that the gap between the toes was filled by the clog straps made her feel a little awkward. Of course, what was even more awkward was the spare maid dress that was more ornamental than practical.

The subordinate was preparing to change clothes, but it turned out to be a summer maid's dress. The hem extended to the knees, and the sleeves were deliberately designed to be more close-fitting for the convenience of work, exposing the woman's elbows and forearms.

When she returned to the inner court, she planned to demote the subordinate who prepared the clothes for her three levels in a row. As long as she managed the inner court, that subordinate would never be able to be promoted in this life.

"Haven't come back yet?"

Miss Ling Shi, who was dressed in a light blue maid uniform, walked in "tat-tat-tat", looked around and did not find the disgusting young man, with a slightly unfriendly expression.

Although it is the same sullen expression as before, but after taking off the serious official uniform, the delicate face becomes more and more cold and compelling. This cold look at the garbage is very lethal to the little pig hooves of the school, especially those who know how to play. For special lovers, the meaning of this look is comparable to a reward.

She glanced indifferently out of the window, then retracted her eyes and focused on the messy arrangement of the room, the quilt was not folded at all, the bed was covered with a layer of wrinkled sheets, and the clothes she didn't wear were scattered and rolled up with the quilt , it was sloppy to the extreme.

The bookshelves on the first floor were littered with classics, and there were still prints of the boy's shoes on the floor. He completely forgot to take off his shoes at the door before going to bed.

It is obvious that Yan Ce is planning to develop his room in the direction of the kennel, and he still has no sense of being a nobleman at all.

Miss Ling Shi, who was slightly obsessed with cleanliness, frowned a little more, walked silently to the mop in the corner, brushed the ponytail on her chest behind her back, simply splashed some water, and used the mop to clean off the unsightly shoe prints.

Putting the folded square quilt on the pillow, like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, patiently smoothed out the folds of the bed sheet one by one, sitting on the edge of the bed, with slender and slender legs crossed, and the faint shadow under the maid's skirt A scroll of borrowed tomes was spread across her fair legs, searching for missing details.

The next moment, the covered door was roughly pushed open.

Two drunk people swayed into the room shoulder to shoulder, the smell of alcohol permeated the body, and the mood that Miss Lingshi finally calmed down was broken into pieces of glass that could be fatal, and a cold gaze was cast on the two dead drunks.

It was Uncle Mo Zhong and Yan Ce's classmate who entered the door who had a good chat. The two blushed from drinking. As the saying goes, a thousand glasses of wine is less than a thousand cups. Mo Zhong and Yan Ce are both men and have a common topic - big career.

It doesn't matter if you drink it this time, you will be addicted to it.I studied design while drinking in the afternoon, chatted from the tragic song of Yan Kingdom to the world of Kyushu, talked about the universe of stars from small hole imaging, and talked about the faction that girls first look at the face and chest, or the waist and legs when drinking. superior.

"Brother Yan, what you said is wrong! Women, the first thing you look at is the waist and legs. An innocent child like you only looks at the face and chest at the first glance. Like my brother, I looked at women first. You just broke into the Confucian Yan’s house three times, argued with the descendants of the 72 virtuous disciples of Confucius, and married your sister-in-law.”

Mo Zhong hiccupped, then solemnly raised his shaking fingers, pointing at Miss Lingshi who looked at the two of them coldly, "Oh, I said you don't understand at your age...Look at that, The waist is slender and powerful, the legs are slender and beautiful, and the mature curves of a woman are all outlined, which is what a mature man should pursue."

It's been a long time since I've seen anyone dare to criticize her, waist and legs?

The woman crushed the classics calmly, her eyes narrowed into slits.

Yan Ce, who was drunk, only felt that the woman on the bed looked familiar, and moved his eyes down from the proud curve to Miss Ling Shi's rather perfect foot shape, glanced a few times, thoughtful.

"Uncle Mo, you're too drunk, don't talk nonsense. How can you say rude things to a woman like that."

The boy who had drunk too much had a serious face and corrected Uncle Mo Zhong's mistakes. When he got serious, his eyes were as clear as a pool of water.

"Tsk..."

Miss Lingshi snorted uncomfortably, the coldness of her face dropped by about one-thousandth, and the contemptuous and hostile gaze eased a little.

"And Uncle Mo, you're not right! That woman's chest is straight and round, and her face... seems familiar? You can tell it at a glance, she must be a good child."

"Brother Yan, you are wrong, I am wrong, we are all wrong... The first thing to look at is temperament... hiccup..."

"Yes, temperament. For the sake of temperament, I will respect Uncle Mo."

The wobbly Yan Ce held a large number of annotated design drawings under his arm, and an upside-down jug of dirty wine in the other hand.

"Stop drinking... Where is this coming from? What am I here for?"

"This is my room... Uncle Mo is here to teach... Thank you Uncle Mo Zhong for teaching."

"Oh, it's a small matter." Mo Zhong helped Yan Ce, and replied with a confused face: "Why did Boss Yan ask me to come here... Forgot, second brother, why is there a woman in your room? I understand, second brother Brother, this is my sister-in-law."

After figuring it out on his own, Mo Zhong bowed his head to Miss Lingshi, whose Lengshuang attribute was exploded, and shouted loudly: "I am a famous Mohist, Mo Zhong, and see my sister-in-law."

"Brother, what are you doing, you are really drunk, my wife, you should be called younger brother and sister."

Yan Ce gave Mo Zhong a sip of wine punishingly, and at the same time let out a harmonious laugh of "hehehe".