I took nine consecutive classes and finally got through Friday.

During the last self-study class on Friday, Wu Siming was physically and mentally exhausted and couldn't learn. This week he was almost busy, and the afternoon meal time was very fast. The broadcast started at six o'clock and the broadcast ended at six o'clock. After packing up the radio station, he went to have dinner and went to evening self-study at seven o'clock. If there was no way to bring lunch, he wouldn't have eaten.

I'll have to be busy for a whole week next week.

But Wu Siming is also very fulfilling.

We won’t go to self-study tonight. After school, Wu Siming and Lu Manxi will go home.

After returning home, Wu Siming threw his schoolbag onto the sofa and sat back.

"Brother, can you still broadcast?"

Wu Sifan was incredible, how could he be an announcer if he was a fool?

"Isn't it enough to have a mouth?"

Wu Siming cut.

"Despicable." Wu Sifan was shown off by his brother, "Mom, I will take a leave of absence from my brother's sports meeting next week. I'll see how my brother's broadcast is. This is the most glorious time in my brother's high school, and I have to work hard."

"You ask for a day."

If it weren't for work, Liu Yumei would have gone to see the performance of the bastard.

"Then I'll invite you on the first day." Wu Sifan was particularly looking forward to it, "Brother, I won't be nervous when I look at you, right?"

Wu Siming smiled. He was not nervous in front of all the teachers and students in the school, but how could he be nervous in front of the old girl?

"What do you say about the broadcast these days?"

Wu Qingping looked at the bastard and asked.

Wu Siming said: "Tuesday, the theme of song stubbornness to cheer up senior high school students. I shared this book on Wednesday and broadcast some news on Thursday," said Wu Siming.

It sounds quite impressive.

Wu Qingping and Liu Yumei are quite proud, and the bastard has a good talent in literature and art.

"Our camera is broken, otherwise I will record the video for my brother and I will borrow it from my aunt tomorrow."

Wu Sifan's regretful way.

“Buy one tomorrow.”

Liu Yumei decided to have a bleeding time.

"It's better to buy me a smartphone."

Smartphones are becoming more and more popular this year. Wu Siming borrowed his classmates' play and played well, so he also wanted one.

"Don't think too much now, I'll buy it for you after the college entrance examination next year."

Liu Yumei dispels the bastard's thoughts as soon as possible. Smartphones are easy to use, and they must not be allowed to carry them now. Next year, the bastard can change their smartphones after the college entrance examination. The bastard will use this movie for her daughter.

Wu Siming just thought about it.

After dinner, Wu Siming went online, and the annoying old girl came to compete again.

"I haven't used a computer for so long."

Wu Siming pushed away the dog skin plaster.

"I haven't played this week. If you are not here, your mother won't let me turn on the computer, and you won't let me steal the food."

Wu Sifan insisted on sticking.

"Believe it or not, I smashed the computer," Wu Siming pressed his sister with his left hand and held the mouse with his right hand to search for NBA to see if there will be any good games tomorrow morning. "You play tonight, don't bother me tomorrow morning."

Wu Siming made way out impatiently, went to the bathroom to take a good shower, and his phone was on music.

After taking a shower, I changed into my jersey and went back to my bedroom to play with my phone. I sent a message to Lu Manxi: [What are you doing]

Lu Manxi is still taking a shower.

She was also uncomfortable all over when she was in school for nine days. She was sitting in the bathtub and soaked with wet shoulders. Her wet shoulders were snow-white and round, and her delicate white meat buns were floating on the water surface. She raised one leg and patted the water surface.

The old girl is lying on the crib and doing nothing, Wu Siming is walking on the road and surfing the space.

Lu Manxi's message board was almost contracted by him, and it was basically his messages every now and then, just like defending his territory with messages. Every time he saw a stranger leaving a message to Lu Manxi, Wu Siming would visit him, so that the other party could feel that Lu Manxi's world was everywhere.

"Xiao Ming tried this T-shirt and mid-pants."

Liu Yumei took the clothes she bought when she passed by a man’s wardrobe two days ago and threw them to the bastard.

"I don't have to buy it for me in the future, I'll buy it myself," Wu Siming glanced at it. Light blue mid-trousers and white short-sleeved ones, which looked quite fashionable. They are still brand-name goods. There are prices on the tags, 137 pants and 99 short-sleeved ones. "Are the street stalls so arrogant now? They dare to sell famous brands blatantly."

"This time I didn't buy it from a street stall, it's a new spring and summer style."

Liu Yumei showed off the back of the bastard's T-shirt.

"Take it aside, I always say that I didn't buy it from a street stall."

Wu Siming was speechless to his mother. He once bought him a pair of knee pads and said that they were bought in a specialty store. But after wearing them for a winter, he was no longer flexible. Wu Siming felt that he could fool him, and he was too young compared to his mother.

"You ask if anyone bought it from a street stall?"

For Liu Yumei, a bastard who costs less than ten yuan is enough for a bunny to wear a winter.

"Discounted, 85% off for more than three items."

Wu Sifan came in and said that she bought it when she was relocating with her mother.

Wu Siming got better and looked in the mirror. He looked very fresh and tender. My mother's vision was finally good this time, and she didn't feel that she couldn't walk out while wearing it.

I bought my sister a rose-red mid-trouser and white T-shirt. She also changed into it in a pretty way, and the brother stood up to compete with her.

"My brother is a big boy, why are his eyes bigger than mine? My deskmate said that my brother's eyes are the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen."

Wu Sifan looked at the brother in the mirror, envious and jealous.

On Saturday, Wu Siming got up before seven o'clock and wore a jersey as a pajama at night. He didn't have to change his mind and went to the community square to hold the basketball without changing his mind.

"It's cold outside, Xiao Ming is wearing his trousers."

Liu Yumei reminded.

“Not cold.”

Wu Siming was lazy to change.

After a while, my dad also came, and the two of them attacked and defended.

Wu Siming asked his father to attack first, and he defended.

As soon as he opened his arms, my dad didn't have the moral character and directly made a shot from outside the three-point line and even made a shot.

"See another one."

Wu Siming picked up the ball and threw it to his father, so he didn't want to make an outside shot from the three-point line.

"Is there any hope for your idol to win this year?"

Wu Qingping failed to make a move and switched positions with the bastard.

"It's hard to say, who have watched more games before?"

Wu Siming turned his back and passed by, his father scored a layup, and continued to pick up the ball.

"Johnson, Jordan, and later Iverson and Yao Ming,"

Wu Qingping was once a basketball enthusiast. After his idol retired, he didn't pay much attention to it. He occasionally paid attention to the teams and stars that the bastard likes to make it easier to find common topics with the bastard.

"Iverson is very sorry, he should have missed the championship," Wu Siming has seen his highlights and likes the fighting spirit. "And Yao Ming retired last year."

"You should like the type of Iverson Kobe, who is flexible and has a gorgeous style."

Wu Qingping pushed the bastard's crotch with his left hand and was ready to steal with his right hand at any time.

"I also like O'Neal James' violent aesthetics." Wu Siming swayed left and right after the ball was put together, but he couldn't pass his father. He was mainly worried about hitting his father. He leaned back and jumped in place, and the ball drew a perfect arc in the air and entered the frame. "Do you feel as beautiful as a picture?"

Wu Qingping said: "It's so interesting."

The father and son fought until almost eight o'clock, and they were sweating and went to the breakfast shop in the community street to fill their stomachs.
Chapter completed!