Superstars of Tomorrow

The "lost little beast cub" felt that he had found the right position for himself, the physical fitness he was proud of was compared, and the previous arrogance was also completely dissipated. People who only know about the sports circle in Mazhou are limited to verbal descriptions and limited documents. They don’t know what is reasonable. They used to hear people brag too much, but now they think it’s normal. Isn’t it “passerby B”? Then there must be more passers-by who are so good. Maybe they are low-key, not used to competitions, and they are not competitive.

The real sap really hurts the most, and Fang Zhao who hit this stick didn't even know that when the symphony orchestra in his mind was playing magnificently, someone was shaking in the evening wind.

After Fang Zhao finished running in the park, he went back to the hotel to wash up and did not catch up on sleep. Although he hadn't slept all night, he was still in good spirits. There were too many inspirations in his mind. The music score was almost revised in his brain. Just write what's in your head.

By the time the manuscript of the score was sorted out, the sun was shining brightly outside.

Nanfeng took a look at Fang Zhao, and hurriedly asked someone to bring the prepared breakfast.

Seeing that Nanfeng ordered a table of meals, the hotel staff naturally thought it was for multiple people, so they specially prepared extra tableware. Nanfeng didn't explain, just smiled silently.

The boss eats a lot, Nanfeng and the others are used to it. Fang Zhao disappeared all night, and when he came back, he locked himself in the room and only came out now. They asked casually, and got a reply of "running at night".

All right, if the boss says to run at night, let's run at night, although the three of Nanfeng don't believe anyone.

Naturally, Fang Zhao could see that Nanfeng and the others didn't believe his words, but he didn't want to explain. After running all night, his brain activity was also high, and he was very hungry now.

While eating, Fang Zhao received a message from Will.

Will is going to an art show and wants to take Curly with him.

During this period of time, Will is still cultivating inspiration with curly hair, and he is unwilling to leave, and he is unwilling to waste time. If his father hadn't personally called him to participate on his behalf, Will would not have been willing to leave the campus. He doesn't have time to ponder his own works, how can he have the energy to ponder other people's works? What's more, he didn't like that person's paintings.

After listening to Will, Fang Zhao thought for a while, turned on the video to see Curly's condition, this little thing can actually understand a lot of words, when Will called him, Curly was beside him, and the tail It's shaking, and it looks like it wants to go out for a while.

Fang Zhao thought about it and asked, "Can you bring a dog to the art exhibition?"

Will explained: "It's a private exhibition, organized by a friend of my father's. This time, the private exhibition was held in his manor. Only some people in the circle were invited, and it was not open to the public. I asked, and many people Take the dog there."

The taciturn Will rarely explained so many words.

That being the case, Fang Zhao didn't refuse, and Will also had bodyguards when he traveled, and the security work was done well. As for curly hair, this dog is obsessed with games all day at home, so it's good to go out for a run.

"Okay, let it have more contact with the same kind and make some new friends." Fang Zhao said.

After talking with Fang Zhao, Will was ready to go immediately.

Before, Will's father said to Will like this: "I know you don't like the paintings over there, so I didn't ask you to stay longer, just go and express it, I can't get away from something, this time you go there for me .Of course, don’t leave too early to participate in the art exhibition, stay at least an hour before leaving, do you know how to save face?”

An hour, Will is still acceptable. Since his father asked so, Will agreed, but he wanted to take the dog with him.

Will's father knew that he couldn't persuade him on this matter, so he said helplessly: "Okay, as long as you get the dog owner's permission, you can do whatever you want, anyway, you just promise to participate."

When Will's father called, a certain relative next to him also heard it, turned around and started complaining to his friend today: "Do you know? My nephew is the one who was admitted to the Imperial Art Twelve Laws advanced class, I don't know Are you so stupid that you are raising dogs! Dogs! The kind that smells like a day without washing, scrapes the floor and removes flower pots, and barks at the slightest movement, devil!"

After complaining about the dog, he continued: "My nephew must have been kicked by the dog! He even said today that he would take the dog to the art exhibition! Oh my god, I can't imagine it! That's a disaster! To see an art exhibition and to be with the dog A space... eh? With a separate place for dogs? That's not okay, I get goosebumps just thinking about having so many dogs around!"

Will didn't know that a relative was spreading the story of his "brain being kicked by a dog". After getting Fang Zhao's permission, Will was very happy, and he was not so repulsive about participating in the private exhibition that he didn't like. He feels that this can be used as a new way of cultivating inspiration, and he is looking forward to bringing dogs to participate in the art exhibition.

However, Will's good mood didn't last long. After he took the dog to the manor where the art exhibition was held, he learned that the dog could not follow the progress hall. Will wanted the driver to turn the car around and go back, but finally got out of the car with a sullen face.

Will got out of the car with Curly in his arms. Someone wanted to touch it, but Will refused. This is his source of inspiration, and it cannot be damaged.

"Wow! Is this the dog worth 200 million?" A friend of Will's came quickly. He doesn't own a dog but has paid attention to pet journals, and he still knows about Curly, a dog worth 200 million.

"How did this dog get into your hands?" the friend asked.

"Borrowed." Will said, "It's really not allowed to bring dogs into the hall here?"

"Absolutely not! You can take the dog to run in other places in the manor, but you can't take the dog into the hall. Are you still holding this dog? Are you raising a dog or an ancestor? Although I don't raise a dog, I also know that dogs can't be raised." She's so delicate, she needs to exercise a lot, dogs need exercise." The friend said, looking at Curly Hair enviously, "Give me a hug?"

He really wanted to hug a dog worth 200 million yuan and get some money.

Will ruthlessly refuses.

"Okay, if you don't give it, I won't give it. Oh, I'll take you to the place where the dog is placed." The friend actively led the way, and while Will was not paying attention, he stroked the curly hair with a fluttering expression.

When he got to the place where the dogs were kept, Will saw other people who brought their dogs.

Several dog owners are getting together to argue, is the strong and powerful long legs more attractive, or the fat, short and soft little paws are more attractive?

Will is not interested in this, he thinks it doesn't matter whether the long legs or the fat claws are just clouds, and he is only interested in one.

The resettlement site is like a big warehouse, with many big cages inside. There are already seven or eight dogs, and two of them are particularly active, raising their heads and howling at other dogs and people like a rebellion.

Before Wildo could think about it, Curly pulled the rope and walked in. When he came to an empty cage, he lifted the puppy's paws to plan it, and went in.

When the friend saw it, he was happy, "I have a good eye, this cage has just been cleaned, it is the cleanest, and the light here is also good."

Will looked critically at where the dog was kept, then at the cage that Curly went into.

The cages are very large, and it is spacious for large dogs to bounce around in them. The equipment is complete, so you don't have to worry about the dogs being hungry or thirsty here.

What worried Will was that next door to Curly's cage, there was a big round dog, one of the active dogs here. It was originally a large dog, but its fluffy fur made it look even stronger. Compared with it, the curly hair became a pocket dog, helpless and pitiful.

Will looked at the curly hair lying quietly on the cushion in the cage, and now he could only sigh helplessly, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come to the art exhibition."

Will decided that he would take the dog away after staying for an hour, and he still had to seize the time to cultivate inspiration with Little Curly.

"Don't worry, the management here is good. The dog food is all natural from Muzhou. It's not chemically synthesized and has no preservatives. It's expensive. The dog eats better than me." A dog breeder next to him said to him. Will said.

"Really, there are cameras over there. Someone is in charge of watching here. Don't worry about dog loss. Any dog ​​here is the one with millions, especially the dog you brought, worth 200 million , why don't you keep an eye on it?" Another person also said. As he spoke, he pointed out the surveillance cameras here to Will.

No one noticed, and walked into the dog cage where Curly was lying quietly, moved his ears, looked up at the monitoring direction, and lay back again.

When the curly hair was placed and the registration was completed, when Will left with his friends, he looked back and saw those majestic dogs for comparison, the curly hair was so small and so obedient.

Not five minutes after leaving the place where the dogs were placed, Will came over again. Worried that Curly couldn't get used to the dog food here, he specially brought the canned dog food that Curly usually ate.

As soon as he entered, Will found that the resettlement site became much quieter, and the noisy barking just now stopped, and then looked at the two big dogs that were barking fiercely before, and they were humming softly in the corner of the cage, eyes Still looking here.

Will didn't care either. His understanding of dogs was still limited, but he just felt that it was much quieter here, and he didn't think there was anything unusual about it.

After putting down the can, Will checked the condition of the curly hair, and found no discomfort in the curly hair, so he left reluctantly. The exhibition hall was about to start, and he had to rush there.

When Will left, it was quiet again, only the sound of Curly eating canned food.

The big dog next door smelled the scent and took two steps towards this side tentatively.

Curly raised his head from the dog bowl and bared his teeth there.

The big chubby dog ​​backed away with a whoosh, shrunk hard into the corner away from the curly hair, and chirped in fright.

There will be an update on the evening of the 28th.