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Extra Lazy Master's Exercise Notes

"My lazy family is very busy!" Meng Lao categorically refused Qian Fuzi's request.

"What are you busy with?" In order to read the picture book, Mr. Qian opened his old face and was ready to pester. He would never stop until he didn't wear a book.

There is nothing I can do. Since the painting books brought back from the capital were read, the students of the whole college and even the monks of the Hanging Temple have become fans of painting books. Unfortunately, there are more monks and less porridge, and several books will soon be read. That day, the lazy master drew a thick "Records of the Three Kingdoms" for Meng Lao on a whim. The arrangement and story were simply ingenious, which made everyone greedy. From then on, the painting book urging the lazy master became the top priority of the hanging academy.

Because of his random work, Meng Lao was taught a hard lesson last night. Although in the end, he was still lazy who suffered losses. Meng Lao still had lingering fear and dared not agree indiscriminately.

"What the hell are you busy with?" When Mr. Qian saw that he began to scratch his ears and cheeks, he laughed secretly and quickly forced him to ask, knowing that he was one step away from achieving his goal. You know, the lazy man is a greasy man. He can't splash water, but Meng Lao never lies. The lazy man is the most accommodating to Meng Lao. As long as he agrees, the lazy man will definitely not be able to shirk.

"Exercise!" Meng Lao's mind flashed and he smiled, "My lazy said that he is getting worse and worse now. You should exercise hard and go out with me in the future!"

Mr. Qian twisted his beard and smiled, as if he saw the stupid boy coming to class tomorrow with a bag on his head. Meng Lao also thought he believed it, boasted repeatedly, and hurriedly said goodbye and went home.

The peach blossoms were in full bloom. Ah Lazy huddled in the wide chair made by Meng Lao, put his feet high, shook them around, and drank tea from the double-layer table next to the chair. On a protruding wooden board in front of him, there was a mythical story of his new painting. Meng Lao was smart and knew that he could hold the book in his hand, and he even thought of this.

It's a pity that Meng Lao, the automatic page-turning machine, hasn't come back yet. He turned over, stared at Chai Men, and began to think about what to eat for dinner today.

I just set a dish in my heart, and the heavy footsteps have sounded at the door. The bones of Ah Lazy's whole body seem to have turned into water, lying softly on the armrest of the wide chair, screaming repeatedly, "Meng Lao, I'm so tired!"

Even if this is what you can hear every day, Meng Lao still panicked, threw away the things in his hand, and quickly hugged his boneless lazy to comfort him. After tossing around, he took the picture book under his nose and said viciously, "Take it, don't take it this month!"

"Actually, I like to watch war stories." Meng Lao turned over casually and smiled flatteringly, "I like the last book "Records of the Three Kingdoms" very much, and "Sun Tzu's Art of War". Can you draw more that next time?"

"Some people look and choose, daydream!" Ah Lazy has always had a bad temper. He threw the picture book on his head, withdrew into the chair and continued to look at the peach blossoms. Meng Lao knew that he was wrong, so he quickly made up for it. He laughed and said, "Lazy, Mr. Qian asked me for a picture book again today. I lied to him that you were very busy and pushed the matter! Do you think I'm smart?"

A lazy's eyelids jumped straight, sat up suddenly, gritted his teeth and said, "What do you think I'm busy with?"

Meng Lao was shocked, quietly posed to escape, and said with a smile, "I said you were busy exercising..."

A lazy screamed, stepped on the chair, and rushed up with a desperate posture. Meng Lao was shocked. Of course, he did not dare to run away. He opened his arms and picked him up. A Lazy grabbed both ears and pulled it violently. He almost bit his silver teeth. "What are you talking about? Exercise your body. It's your fault. You can think of it. It's not that you don't know. I can't even climb this ghost hanging mountain!"

Meng Lao grinned and said aggrievedly, "You said it yourself. When the students are on vacation, we go out to play in the mountains and rivers. You are so thin. What should we do then..."

A lazy poked his hard iron chest and vented his breath first. After he recovered from his illness, his appetite had not been very good. Meng Lao changed his way to cook every day, but he couldn't grow any meat on his body, which made Meng Lao's ruler specially bought for him into a decoration.

He bowed his head and withdrew his special throne. A lazy picked up the picture book and smashed it. He said viciously, "If you want to exercise you, don't pull me. You want to see what you want to draw by yourself. In the future, you are not allowed to play with yourself. I can't walk!"

Meng Lao was depressed and walked into the kitchen. He was in a bad mood, so he naturally did not start lightly. He only heard a thugging sound in the kitchen. The big tiger and the little tiger squeezed in through the crack of the firewood door, wagged his tail around Ah Lazy a few times, and rushed straight to the kitchen.

Soon, two stupid dogs who could not look at their faces escaped with their tails between their tails and shouted a few times like a demonstration in the kitchen. Hearing Meng Lao's roar, they turned around and ran away.

A Lazy secretly laughed. He took off his shoes and aimed at the kitchen door and smashed it. Meng Lao ran out quickly with his shoes in his hand. He squatted and put them on for him and muttered, "The mountains are heavy. Don't catch a cold!"

Put on his shoes, and Meng Lao knocked on his leg. After kneeling outside the royal palace on that snowy day, his lazy fell into gout. As soon as the weather changed, it hurt so much that he sweated coldly all over. It hurt on A lazy, and it hurt even more in his heart. Back to the hanging mountain, he picked herbs and washed them for him every day, which finally eased.

After a few strokes, his eyes lit up and he smiled, "Lazy, I can help you exercise in the future, just like this!" He lifted the stick-like leg and put it on the armrest of the chair and rubbed it hard, making his legs hot before he stopped.

Looking at A lazy's bright eyes, Meng Laoru, a child waiting for his parents' praise, eagerly waiting for him to speak. A lazy knocked on his head, "What were you doing just now? Did you smell anything?"

"Cooking, it's burnt!" Meng Lao shouted and shot out like an arrow.

Looking at his back, the lazy man looked up at the warm colors of the trees. Suddenly, he remembered the scene when he had just walked into this courtyard last year. His heart ached and finally burst into tears.

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