Superstars of Tomorrow

"The lost little beast" feels that he has positioned himself to be positioned, and his proud physical fitness has been compared. The previous arrogance has also been clean. For those who know only the description of the head of the population and limited documents, it is not clear what is a reasonable category. Before listening to people bragging too much, blowing too much, now I think it is normal, not "passerby B"? There must be more passers-by, so people may be low-key, not used to the game, not in the game.

The actual sap is really the most painful, and the call to knock out this stick does not know. When the symphony orchestra in his mind is playing magnificently, some people are shivering in the evening breeze.

After Fang Zhao’s running in the park, he went back to the hotel and simply washed it. He didn’t feel it. Although he didn’t sleep for a night, his spirit was still uplifting, his mind was too much inspiration, and the score had been modified in the brain. Now it’s time to do it. Just write these things out of your mind.

When the music manuscript was finished, the outside sun was quite brilliant.

The south wind screamed out and quickly let people send the prepared breakfast.

The hotel staff watched the south wind called a table meal, naturally thought it was multi-person, deliberately prepared more tableware. The south wind did not explain, just smiled silently.

The boss has a large amount of food, and several people in the south wind are used to it. Fang Zhao disappeared all night, and when he came back, he closed the room and now came out. They asked at random and got a reply of "night run".

OK, the boss said that he ran on the night and ran at night, although no one believed in the heart of the Nanfeng.

Fang Zhao naturally also saw that the Nanfeng three did not believe his words, but did not want to explain, ran for a night, brain activity is also large, and now very hungry.

When I was eating, Fang Zhao received a message from Will.

Will is going to a painting exhibition and wants to carry the curls with him.

During this time, Will still has the inspiration to raise the curls, and he is not willing to leave, and he is not willing to waste time. If his father did not call him personally, Will is not willing to leave the campus. He has no time to ponder his own works. Where can he ponder over other people's works? What's more, the painting of that person is still not what he likes.

Fang Zhao listened to Will, and thought about it. He opened the video and looked at the condition of the curl. This little thing can actually understand a lot of words. When Will calls him, the curl is next to it, the tail. Inciting, at first glance, I want to go out.

Fang Zhao thought about it and asked, "Can you take the dog to participate in the exhibition?"

Will explained that "it is a private exhibition, a friend of my father, this time holding a private exhibition in his manor, only invited some people in the circle, not open to the public. I have asked, many people bring The dog passed."

It’s hard to explain so many words.

In this case, Fang Zhao did not refuse, and Will also had bodyguards and other safe work. As for the curls, the dog is addicted to the game all day at home, and goes out and runs.

"Well, let it contact with the same kind and meet some new friends." Fang Zhao said.

After talking to the party, Will was ready to go.

Before, Willy said this with Will. "I know that you don't like the paintings there. I didn't let you stay. I used to show it. I can't get away from it. You have been on my behalf for the past." Of course, don't leave too early to go to the exhibition, at least one hour before you leave, give someone a face to know?"

Will be acceptable for an hour. Since the father asked for it, Will would have come down, but he wanted to bring the dog together.

Will's father knew that he couldn't persuade him in this matter, but he was helpless. "You just need the permission of the dog owner, just you, anyway, you promise to go and join."

When Will, he called, a relative next to him heard it. He turned around and started a spit with his friends. "Do you know? My nephew is the one who took the training course of the 12th law. I don't know. It’s not a stupid thing, it’s actually raising a dog! Raising a dog! It’s a kind of smell, a planing floor, a flower pot, a little bit of movement, and a devil!

After the dog was squandered, he continued. "My scorpion must have been kicked by the dog! He even said that he would bring a dog to participate in the exhibition today! Scorpio, can't imagine! It's a disaster! See a painting exhibition and even the same dog. Space... Hey? Is there a place to house the dog alone? That doesn't work either, I think that there are so many dogs in the vicinity that they are going to goose bumps!"

Will didn't know that relatives were spreading his "brain kicked by the dog". After getting the permission of the party, Will was very happy and was not so reluctant to participate in the private exhibition that he didn't like. He feels that this can be used as a new way to cultivate inspiration, and he is looking forward to taking the dog to participate in the exhibition.

However, Will's good mood did not last long. When he took the dog to the manor of the exhibition, he learned that the dog could not follow the progress hall. Will wanted the driver to turn around and return to the front of the car, but eventually got out of the car with a sullen face.

Will is holding the curls and getting off the car. Someone wants to come and touch, and Will has not let. This is his source of inspiration, but it can't be broken.

"Wow! Is this the 200 million dog?" A friend of Will hurried over. He doesn't raise dogs but pays attention to pet journals. He knows about the curled dog worth 200 million.

"How did this dog get to your hand?" asked the friend.

"Let's borrow." Will said, "Can't you bring a dog's progress hall here?"

"I can't! You can take the dog to run in other places in the manor, but you can't take the dog's progress hall. Are you still holding this dog? Are you raising a dog or raising an ancestor? Although I don't have a dog, I know that the dog can't raise it. So delicate, much exercise, the dog needs to exercise." The friend said, looking at the curls while watching, "Give me a hug?"

He wants to hold a dog worth 200 million and get some money.

Will ruthlessly refused.

"Well, don't give it, don't give it. Hey, I will take you to the place where the dog is placed." The friend actively led the way, and the middle of the way, Wei Wei did not pay attention, touched the curls, and the expression was rippling.

When it was time to place the dog, Will saw other people who came with the dog.

A few dog-raisers are arguing together, is a strong and powerful long-legged glamorous, or is it more attractive for the short, soft claws?

Will has no interest in this. He feels that the long legs and the fat claws are all floating clouds. He is interested in one.

The resettlement site is like a large warehouse. There are many big cages in it. There are already seven or eight dogs. Two of them are extraordinarily active. They are screaming at other dogs and people with their heads rebellious.

Not waiting for Verdo to consider, the curls pulled the rope and went inside, came to an empty cage, raised the dog's claws, and went in.

The friend looked at it and enjoyed it. "The eyes are good. This cage has been cleaned up, the cleanest, and the light here is good."

Will looked critically at the place where the dog was placed, and looked at the cage where the curls went.

The cages are large, the large dogs are jumping and jumping inside, and the equipment is very complete. Don't worry that the dog is hungry and thirsty here.

What worried Will was that the curled cage was next door, and there was a big dog that was round and round, one of the active dogs here. This is a large dog. The fluffy hair makes it look even stronger. In this contrast, it seems that the curl becomes a pocket dog, helpless and pitiful.

Will looked at the curls that were quietly squatting on the cushions in the cage. Now he can only helplessly sigh. "I knew I wouldn’t come to the exhibition."

Will decided that he would take the dog away after an hour, and he would have to hurry up to cultivate inspiration with the little curls.

"Do not worry, the management here is still good. The feed is also the natural dog food produced by Muzhou, non-chemical synthesis and no preservatives, expensive, the dog eats better than me." Next to a dog owner Will said.

"Really, there are cameras on the other side. Someone is responsible for staring at it. Don't worry about the dog throwing. There is a million dogs here, especially the one that you brought, worth 200 million dogs. Don't you keep an eye on it?" Another person said. Said to point the surveillance camera here to Will.

No one noticed that he walked into the dog cage and quietly curled his ears, moved his ears, and looked up in the direction of the surveillance, and then squatted back.

When the curls were placed and the registration was completed, when Will and his friends left, they looked back and looked at them. There were contrasting dogs, and the curls were so small.

After leaving the place where the dog was placed, it was not five minutes, and Will came over again, worried that the curls could not eat the dog food here, and deliberately brought the canned dog that was usually eaten by the curls.

As soon as I entered Will, I found that the settlements had become much quieter. The noisy dogs had stopped, and then I looked at the two big dogs that had been called before. At this time, they were crouching in the corner of the cage, eyes whispering. Still slick to look here.

Will did not care, his understanding of the dog is still limited, just feel that there is a lot of quiet here, did not feel that there is something abnormal.

After putting the cans down, Will looked at the state of the curls. He didn't find the curls uncomfortable, and he left without hesitation. The exhibition hall was already starting, and he had to rush.

When Will leaves, it is quiet again here, only the curls can eat the cans of the can.

The big dog next door smelled the temper and went two steps on this side.

The curls lifted his head from the dog bowl and licked his teeth over there.

The round big **** retreats, shrinking into the corner away from the curls, and screaming.