I Really Don'T Want To Be The Protagonist

Chapter 219

Chapter 217: Meng Po Soup

In Shi Qinghai’s disbelief and unwillingness, he was finally able to flip through the first page of this book in the virtual panel of the system!

“Outline!”

Is this the outline of the book?

Shi Qinghai twisted his eyebrows, and his heart was galloping!

What kind of snakeskin author is this! Write a book without writing an outline!

Shi Qinghai is vomiting, no, no, no, is there really someone who writes a book but doesn’t write an outline?

But the truth is in sight. No matter how hopeful Shi Qinghai is, this book called “I Really Don’t Want to Be the Protagonist” does not have an outline.

Maybe the author has to go through an extremely difficult period of Cavin when he is creating every day, so he can only update this point.

Shi Qinghai flipped through it several times and found that the book was really blank, and he had no choice but to accept this fact.

Shi Qinghai was downcast.

This wave of losses, a full five thousand reversal value was overwhelmed!

Just when Shi Qinghai was about to shut down the system, the system suddenly sent another notification!

“Ding, get a hidden task without an outline.”

On the side of his property panel, a new frame appeared, with the words “Hidden Task” written on it.

Below is a blank.

Yo, maybe there are extra surprises!

Shi Qinghai’s disappointed heart rekindled, and he clicked tentatively, but there was no response at all.

It seems that the hidden mission has not been opened yet…

Shi Qinghai felt like he was swiped by the system again…

I studied it for a while, but I still found out any birds. As a last resort, Shi Qinghai had to turn off the system in the end, preparing to go out to see the annual party of Fu Normal University.

The base exploded, no problem.

Walking out of the lounge, Shi Qinghai could clearly feel that the entire campus at this time was immersed in a lively atmosphere.

The noise of students talking or moving quickly reached Shi Qinghai’s ears.

Shi Qinghai looked back at the principal’s lounge, and had to sigh that the soundproofing of this lounge was really good, suitable for bad things.

Walking down the steps and out of the building, Shi Qinghai walked into the bustling street.

Recently, students have followed the trend, and many stalls have been set up on the ground.

There are students selling books, CDs, figurines, girlfriends, and so on.

There are also students selling small octopus balls, hand-cooked biscuits, Wu Dalang biscuits, and wife biscuits.

Hearing from this beautiful female student, you can find a wife within a month after buying a wife’s cake.

On the other side, a short male student said that he would find his Pan Jinlian after eating Wu Dalang biscuits.

Their exaggerated advertising slogans attracted many students to make purchases.

Shi Qinghai found it fun to see here.

The activity room is just this big. Although it can accommodate thousands of people, the entire school adds up to more than 100,000 people. Therefore, many students hold activities outside the venue to contribute to the school’s anniversary. Angry.

This kind of rare time still needs to be enjoyed, not just living in one’s own world.

“Five yuan for a bowl of Mengpo soup! Come and drink Mengpo soup!”

“Forget all your worries, it’s now!”

Passing an intersection, an old woman with a strong white monster makeup in front of her, with her waist hunched, attracted Shi Qinghai’s attention.

She held a big spoon in her hand and shook it in a big pot, and the big pot was emitting white cold smoke, which was really a smoking eyeball.

Many students have gathered there, holding bowls of Mengpo soup and drinking with relish.

Shi Qinghai had a plan to make a living and walked over with a smile.

There were a lot of students around the old woman, but when Shi Qinghai walked over, the surrounding students gave way.

This is a kind of temperament, a kind of aura, needless to say.

“Po Meng” raised her head and glanced at Shi Qinghai, hoarsely said: “Po Meng soup, a bowl of five yuan.”

Yes, you have to make a full set of the show.

Shi Qinghai felt that Po Meng’s figure was a bit familiar, even though she was wearing thick makeup.

I knew two people at Fu Normal University. Since it was not Liang Ruoxue, it was Wang Ying who had confessed to me before.

I didn’t expect this girl to be able to pretend to be Po Meng, if it weren’t for her good eyes, I really couldn’t see it.

“Then give me a bowl.” Shi Qinghai said without breaking her.

Po Meng did not serve Shi Qinghai with soup, but shook her head and said, “Pay the money first.”

“Why, are you afraid that I won’t give money to escape the bill if I drink it?” Shi Qinghai was a little strange.

“mistaken.”

Po Meng shook her head again and said, “After drinking this bowl of Meng Po soup, you will forget your past and present life. Even the bowl of Meng Po soup I drank will forget, and naturally you won’t give me any more money.”

Shi Qinghai: “…”

No wonder the business is so good, the words are so nice, and there are different sets.

Shi Qinghai didn’t know that Wang Ying actually had this talent.

“Row.”

After buying a bowl of Mengpo soup on WeChat Pay, Shi Qinghai drank the bowl of soup as a thirst quencher.

The five-yuan soup is of course not a real Mengpo soup. Drinking it will not have any effect. Wang Ying was entangled by everyone at this time and couldn’t get out of her body. After Shi Qinghai threw the disposable bowl into the recyclable garbage, Walked into the stadium.

As soon as he walked into the stadium, the blasting music immediately penetrated into Shi Qinghai’s ears, and roared.

Waves of screams came like waves.

Such a familiar voice even gave Shi Qinghai the illusion of returning to the bar.

This is not a bar, but the 70th birthday of a college.

Shi Qinghai’s excellent eyesight can clearly see that the few beautiful female college students on the stage are twisting their youthful bodies, making one pop dance after another.

Shi Qinghai had only watched this modern dance before on a certain live broadcast platform. The female anchors in it were dressed in cool clothes and often sang and danced in front of the camera to show off their sexy figures.

The audience, including Shi Qinghai at the time, was also very happy watching it.

No way, some female anchors dance really beautifully!

Especially that Su En…

Some local tyrants like this one, and when they meet their favorite anchors, they will also give them some rockets and airplanes.

In the past, Shi Qinghai had only seen girls dancing this kind of dance on his mobile phone. Today, I can see them in the university, and there are still such beautiful female college students dancing together in short skirts.

This is really eye-catching.

Even Shi Qinghai, who had been on the battlefield, was drawn away by them at this time.

The well-mannered school leader at the front could hardly take his eyes off.

——

Fortunately, Liang Ruoxue was not there, otherwise he would have to take care of the family law when he returned at night.

Shi Qinghai didn’t want her girl to twist and twist in such cool clothes.

What Shi Qinghai likes more is to look at other people’s girlfriends.

hiss……

This little girl was chatting eagerly with her WeChat, saying that it was them that was the next program of the next program.

Liang Ruoxue was so mysterious that Shi Qinghai couldn’t figure out what it was.

There were also cheers on the scene, and the students watched them very passionately.

From this point of view, the atmosphere is still very good.

After another while, the hot dance of these young and beautiful students finally came to an end.

After that, a girl playing the guzheng came to the stage with a group of dancers, performing an ancient beauty like a water village in the south of the Yangtze River.

After a while, it was finally Liang Ruoxue’s show.

Someone walked out of the channel slowly.

In an instant, many people screamed!

The atmosphere reached its zenith!