[Comprehensive] plagiarism

"I love you Tom, you are my god~" [Title party passing by]

"Then you come here with ambition." Teacher Dasheng stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.

"I..." Young Tom opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Yes, what is his ambition?What if he found those relatives who abandoned him, and killed them to relieve the hatred in his heart?That's not as good as Dasheng's idea.To pay off the debts and die, it is really rotten.Moreover, if they are dead, how can they see their bright future, stand on top of the world in their clothes, and feel heartbroken with regret?

Success without an audience can be lonely.At that moment, boy Tom began to really think about his own life.

Let’s look at a certain dude who triggered Tom’s softest heart, looking at Tom expectantly: “Hey, hey, let me say, since we’re all in this relationship, give me back Mr. Barney How is it swollen?" Teacher Dasheng said that without a rabbit to hug at night, his sleep quality declined significantly.

Such a relationship?what relationship? ==

Dasheng had a shy face: "Tuyan (hate), I won't follow her~"

Boy Tom said with a black face, you actually want to disgust me to death, right?Then he assertedly rejected Dasheng: "It's not good, I have already thrown that rabbit away."

"What, threw it?! Where did you throw it?!" Teacher Dasheng put down his chopsticks, and immediately changed his face.

"The trash can in front of your house. It is the legendary Jiang's little brother who delivers the milk every morning. It will be taken away and taken to the garbage station pointed by the block, and then sent to the garbage dump by the garbage truck for humane destruction. place." Young Tom smiled with a dark belly, and his reputation for being preoccupied was well known.Disgusting me?Then I won't make you comfortable either!

Then, Mr. Dasheng exploded SEED.This is the beginning of the epic movie of Lao Shi fighting against the Dark Lord's reserve. After destroying the living room of Mr. Dasheng's house, they successfully destroyed the kitchen of Mr. Dasheng's house.

Adding injury to injury, Dasheng felt that the nerves of his entire face were throbbing.

"Why..." Teacher Dasheng's expression was extremely serious and painful, and he even covered his chest with his hands, showing a heartbroken look.They both knew what Teacher Dasheng was asking.

"I hate rabbits." Young Tom replied with a serious face.

==Your dislike is really strange.

"Like I hate Ms. Cole," Tom Junior went on.

"Oh~" This single syllable was expressed by Dasheng with thousands of emotions. It turned out to be the mean steward of the orphanage where Tom was a child. Psychological shadow, childhood obstacles, special products of the orphanage, Dasheng His expression finally settled on the feeling of "understanding", and he said, "I hate green peppers."

"?" Tom boy was puzzled.

Teacher Dasheng waved his hand, indicating that this topic is over.Then, they got up again and cleaned up the kitchen. Dasheng started cooking again. He said that the deal was done, and he couldn't help feeling sad, and decided to add another bowl of rice. (==Excuse me, is there any necessary internal connection between the two?)

Boy Tom raised the corners of his lips quietly where no one could see, thinking, this kind of life is a bit interesting, huh?

The so-called friends are probably the words you and I say don't match the words, but we can still understand each other and feel happy.

In the summer of 1943 in the imperial calendar, on the first weekend of July, Teacher Dasheng and Boy Tom started a harmonious and loving cohabitation life with the purest purpose.

Another week later, when the editor Yan Fei called, Teacher Dasheng realized that time was running like water, and he hadn't had time to do anything.

What does Dasheng want to do?For example, his manuscript has not progressed at all in the past half a month, and the only part that has progressed has been burned by Tom.Later, I talked with Tom, and the relationship has also made a qualitative leap, but the persistent boy is still naive and does not allow him to draw, unless he promises to draw a perfect ending for him.

"I really don't understand what it means to be persistent." Teacher Dasheng once asked.

"You told me, remember? About faith, about dreams, about love. I think it makes sense, and I decided to try to believe in these from now on. So, please give me a little hope for the future. "Tom Junior once answered like this.

Lifting a rock and hitting one's own foot... It's definitely not the unbearable pain of life that ordinary people can experience.

Pierce, Tom, you kid did it on purpose, shit!

Therefore, Mr. Dasheng is still wandering in the meaningful questions of "whether to follow or not to follow, when to follow, and how to follow".

"Teacher Dasheng—" the editor's voice on the phone was so bitter, "Are you sure you know that our magazine is a bimonthly? Are you sure you know that you stopped once in the first half a month? Are you sure you know that tomorrow will be Deadline?! In fact, you want to make today next year the anniversary of your death, right?!"

"How come, hehehehehahaha..." Mr. Dasheng was embarrassed on the phone.

"I heard that the Dongshan Temple in the suburbs is holding an event recently. The place where the memorial tablets are offered is [-]% off, and every time you get one~ Dear~ You really want to live there with me forever, right, right, right?! !!" The editor, Yan Fei, looked like Huang Shiren.

Yang Bailao Dasheng tremblingly held the phone receiver, raised his paw weakly and said actively: "Can you use Xi'er to pay off the debt?"

"What?" Editor Yan Fei was taken aback.

Then Dasheng quickly put the phone into Tom Xier Riddle's hand, and said seriously: "You are responsible for the crimes you have committed!"

Boy Tom shrugged, took the microphone indifferently, with a beautiful smile, and a beautiful and clear voice unique to teenagers, he said: "Hi, hello, is this Mr. Yanfei? Who am I? It was the last time I was in the rebellion The person in your family is a student from the UK, remember me?"

Edit smoke is not BALABALA...

TOM JUNIOR BALABALA...

EDIT YANFEI BALABALA AGAIN...

Boy Tom covered the microphone, winked at Dasheng, and whispered, "Do you have any other sketches in your hand, or is it possible for you to come up with some sketches in one night?"

Dasheng took out the drawing board silently, and wrote [Can you ask him about the three-frame short manga about cats with love? ] Boy Tom went to negotiate again with a smile on his face, BALABALA...

Edit smoke is not BALABALA...

Boy Tom covered the microphone again, and asked Dasheng in a low voice, "Do you have a model?"

Dasheng was silent again, then raised his hand to give him a few minutes.Then, he began to immerse himself in painting on the spot silently. (Hello!)

Boy Tom continued on the phone, dutifully delaying Dasheng's time, but said in a tone as if this was the truth: "Well, yes, the drawing is upstairs, and Dasheng has already gone to get it." A master who lies and never drafts.

Dasheng is writing hard here. Of course, what he drew this time is no longer the simple caricature that was supported by a stick as he showed Tom at the beginning, but a lot more fleshed out. A caricature of many circles (==is there a difference?). In 15 minutes, a clear outline was simply completed.

During this period, Tom Junior used his good diplomatic eloquence to keep in touch with the editor Yan Fei: "Okay, well, Dasheng found the comic. What, fax it to you? No problem, fax it right away."

Everything is done, hang up the phone, and it's all right, Tom Boy moves his shins and smiles to captivate all living beings.In front of Dasheng, he thoroughly demonstrated what it means to be a good eloquence of a devil king.What is the demeanor of a master, what is the aura of a devil king, what is a shock of a tiger's body, what is a domineering side leakage, what is...

Young Tom asked Dasheng solemnly: "What is a fax?"

"..." Please at least keep your fantasy that makes me look forward to it for 1 minute, okay?

Disillusioned or something, there are people who are very shocked!It's as if you found out that Lu Luxiu actually grinds his teeth while sleeping, it's ruinous!

Finally, Dasheng patted Tom on the shoulder heavily: "Boarding school kills people, Sao Nian~"

In this world where technology is generally more advanced than Dasheng's era, the fax business has been widely used in the transmission of documents, news photos, weather maps, etc. more than 30 years earlier. Countries around the world have successively allowed the fax service to be opened on the public telephone exchange network . (Thanks to Du Niang for relevant technical terms)

Dasheng's drawings are usually sent to the editor through this convenient method, even if it is only a block away, he doesn't bother to leave.

After Dasheng's popular science, Tom's young IQ once again occupied the high ground, and Dasheng was not allowed to take out the drawing paper again, and draw the whole painting supported by a stick to vividly visualize it again.

After the explanation, Mr. Dasheng operated on the spot, demonstrated the miracle in front of Tom Boy, and passed on the comics. After a while, the editor Yan Fei traced his suggestion with a red pen and passed it back.The phone rang again, and the editor Yanfei expressed his meaning concisely: "That's the only way."

After hanging up the phone again, Teacher Dasheng rolled up his sleeves and looked at Boy Tom with stars in his eyes.

"Huh?" Young Tom looked back suspiciously.

"Can you draw dots and lines? No? It doesn't matter. It's actually very simple. I'll teach you. All you need to do is this and that, and then that and that..." Teacher Dasheng's chubby, wet eyes were full of hope Looking at Tom greatly satisfied Tom's juvenile machismo.

"I still won't." Young Tom replied very simply, very ruthlessly.

"Are you really ready to die?" Dasheng Erdai (given by Tom) had an expression on his face that the world was about to be destroyed and 2012 had come early.

"But magic can help to a certain extent." Young Tom continued slowly.

"I love you Tom, you are my god~" Mr. Dasheng twisted his waist and sang in a strange tune, and then quickly dragged Tom boy upstairs and started their predictable fierce battle.

In the process of being dragged up the stairs by someone's collar as if carrying an object, Tom boy felt that he should be angry.But I don't know why, the corner of the damn mouth keeps rising, and I can't stop it, and the sentence in my brain is enlarged and circulated countless times-"I love you Tom, you are my god~"