Pet King
chapter-1655-30041322

There were only a few steps left until the end of the mountain road. Zhang Zian's physical fitness was much better than the last time he came. At least he wasn't panting like a cow. He was about to jump up the last few steps when he almost bumped into a girl.

"Zhuang ..."

He was at the lower part of the mountain road, and he looked down at the steps to prevent himself from stepping on them. After all, the fog at the top of the mountain was very slippery, so he only saw a light yellow long dress. He was so scared that he almost screamed out loud, thinking that Zhuang Xiaodie had come to reality, or ... Was this another dream? Or ... Had he never woken up from that dream?

When he looked up, he found that it was not Zhuang Xiaodie, but just an ordinary girl in Chinese clothing.

It wasn't easy to climb the mountain in the traditional Chinese dress. He was about to praise her physical strength when he realized that she had lifted the corner of her dress off the ground to avoid stepping on it, but the corner of her jeans was exposed under the traditional Chinese dress.

It seemed that she had come up the mountain in ordinary clothes and then changed into the Han Chinese clothing.

It didn't seem cost-effective to go through such a great effort to do this. Who would she wear a beautiful Han Chinese costume to climb to the top of the mountain for?

At this time, she tilted her head and shouted to the side in a coy voice,""Senior! Isn't it my turn yet?"

"Immediately! Immediately! Just wait a few more seconds!"

A tall and thin boy, who looked like a bamboo pole, ran over. He had a large single-lens reflex camera hanging around his neck and smiled at her.

A middle-aged woman was hiking the mountain with her child and was about to go back down the mountain. Her child looked up at the bamboo-like boy and shouted in horror,""Mom! This person is glaring at me with his nose!"

The middle-aged woman quickly pulled the child and sped down the mountain.

Zhang Zian and the boy looked at each other and said at the same time,""It's you!"

The boy in front of her was Luo Qingyu, the president of the photography club of Binhai University. He liked to raise his head slightly when he spoke, and he was tall, so he did look like he was glaring at people with his nostrils ...

Luo Qingyu seemed to have thought of something. He took a step forward and wanted to grab Zhang Zian's collar. He said excitedly,""That picture of the light of Jesus in the forest, you photoshopped it, right?"

"Don't get all handsy the moment you come up. " Zhang Zian pushed his hand away."How could it be photoshopped? I still have the video here."

After returning to Binhai city, Zhang Zian posted the beautiful scenery he had taken in the United States to his friends 'circle, especially the light of Jesus in the mahogany forest, which had won everyone's unanimous praise.

The most important thing in photography was to have beautiful scenery. If one had the technology but did not have amazing wonders, the photos taken would only be ignored. It was just like how the most important thing in taking photos of girls was that the girl was beautiful. This was a world where looks were the most important.

The scenery of tourist attractions had all been poorly taken, and the wonders would only appear in places with few people. Luo Qingyu, who spent all day around Binhai city, had no chance to come into contact with that level of scenery. Although Zhang Zian's photography skills were mediocre and he did not have a single-lens reflex camera, he appeared in the right place at the right time and took a Big Shot with just a casual shot.

"Detestable! I want to save money! I want to travel abroad! I want to travel the world! The photos I take will monopolize the National Geographic magazine!" Luo Qingyu cried out in grief and indignation.

"You can come to my shop for a part-time job. It just so happens that my public account is lacking someone who can take good photos of cats and dogs." Zhang Zian was kind enough to offer a job opportunity.

"Woof! I can't work, not in this life. I want to sell my photos to make money. I'm just missing a Bo Le. I just sent a batch of photos to a Photo copyright website. I'll definitely sign a contract this time!" Luo Qingyu said contemptuously.

"Good luck then." Zhang Zian didn't care.

"Senior, who is this? An acquaintance of yours?" The Girl in the Yellow Dress asked curiously.

"Uh ... Not really," Luo Qingyu replied.

Zhang Zian suddenly thought of a question."Wait a minute, Luo Qingyu, weren't you in your fourth year last year? You should have graduated by now, right?"

Luo Qingyu coughed dryly."The quality of the new batch of junior sisters is not bad. For the sake of these cute junior sisters, I've decided to study for another year in the fourth year ..."

At this moment, another boy with a camera around his neck walked over and complained,""Senior, even if you don't graduate, you should at least give up your position. You've been the president since I entered the club in my first year. Now that I'm in my fourth year, you're still the president. Will my 'vice' title accompany me until I graduate?"

"Look at you, what's the rush? Can't you see that I'm talking to someone!" Luo Qingyu waved his hand impatiently."Go, practice your polishing skills and mirror-operating skills. Don't always be lazy."

The boy walked away resentfully.

Zhang Zian nodded in admiration,"you don't have to say it. I understand." I wish you to be in your fourth year every year and have a junior every year. "

Hearing the sarcasm in his words, Luo Qingyu glared at him and was losing his temper. Another junior next to him called him senior Luo, so he put on a smile and ran over."Junior, what's wrong?"

Zhang Zian, old time tea, and Fati also arrived at the top of the mountain.

Several old men in white clothes and white pants arrived at the top of the mountain one step ahead of them. They played music and performed a group sword dance with their own plug-in slightly. They practiced every day, so their movements and clothes were neat and uniform. In addition, the fog was everywhere, and the pine trees were like umbrellas, making them look like Immortals.

A few girls in traditional Chinese clothing, who were obviously college students, were posing, and a few boys from Binhai University's Photography Club were taking photos of them from various angles.

Zhang Zian really wanted to remind these boys that photography was a road of no return. Sooner or later, they would be led astray by their President. They should quickly get off this pirate ship.

The layout of the mountaintop was slightly different from when Zhang Zian came last year. There was an additional square Pavilion, which might be used for tourists to take shelter from the rain. Such a change was not reflected in the dream created by Zhuang Xiaodie, which fully showed that her dream was based on his memory. There was no square Pavilion in his memory, and there was no such thing in her dream.

The teahouse in hidden fog was no different from what he remembered, except for a wooden sign outside the door. The wooden sign listed the teahouse's signature snacks and their prices with pictures and words, so that curious tourists would have some psychological expectations before entering the teahouse. It was probably because of this that many disputes occurred.

Zhang Zian looked around the top of the mountain. There was no sign of the junior high school girl on the palm-sized mountain top. Could she have entered the teahouse?

Even white-collar workers would have to check their wallets before entering a teahouse of this grade. A junior high school student could only be explained as a rich second generation.

Fati was not interested in drinking tea and eating snacks, but he was very interested in the old man who was dancing with the sword. He felt that the old man was filled with a mysterious Eastern aura, and he stared at them intently as soon as they reached the top of the mountain.

Zhang Zian asked for its opinion. It wanted to stay outside and watch the sword dance, so Zhang Zian tied the leash to the door of the teahouse. Anyway, even if there were any accidents, the French pushing machine could easily break free from the leash.