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Light smoke curled around the humble room, and a cigarette butt with half burnt butts was slammed against the tempered glass coffee table, and the smell of burnt smoke filled the surroundings for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the coffee table was a cappuccino, a blue mountain, and a mellow black coffee, without even a drop of sugar residue, and on the other side was a pot of brewed strong tea, which almost filled the small glass kettle.

Bottles and cans of soup and water vibrate rhythmically to the percussion of heavy metal music in the room.

Zhang Yang, who was sitting behind the coffee table, rubbed his head, cheered up, stared at the front of him and muttered to himself.

"Buddha...... Tianzun ...... Oh, God...... The Virgin Mary, who will help me with the gods and Buddhas in the sky, tell me what is going on! Why can't modern people keep braids like the people of the Qing Dynasty, and it is more convenient to start the cone and thorn strand of the cantilever beam of the pier!"

"Oh! I haven't slept for three days, and I actually forgot that the current house has no beams~"

Already on the verge of being driven crazy, he watched the experts on TV gush about comments.

"All great scientists, prophets, they all have the same adventure! When they create, in fact, brain waves are infinitely close to the origin of this world, so they can draw on the world's most mysterious science, study things that ordinary people can't imagine, and spy on the future of mankind......"

It seems that the pearl of wisdom is in his hand between the words, and he really explores this kind of mysterious and mysterious thing.

Only Zhang Yang, who was sitting on the sofa and had reached the limit, was speechless and choked, and roared with a bit of desolation: "If their brainwaves are infinitely close to this world and can know those things, then I will fit perfectly with this world in my dreams!"

"How absurd it is that what appears in my dreams and what happens can be perfectly reproduced in this world! Once I dream that I jump off a building and fall to my death, I dream of being electrocuted, and I dream of being stung by a wasp. ”

"Even if you have a spring dream, you may die of overwork, and the wind will blow immediately! How can this make people live?" Zhang Yang roared miserably. Look at yourself on the coffee and strong tea on the table.

Drained the coffee on the table in three sips in a row, glanced to the right with resentful eyes, and then his eyes went black and fell asleep.

To his right, it was a living room of more than 100 square meters, the mahogany furniture left by his parents had long since disappeared, and what appeared there was a world's top stealth fighter, with a streamlined shape and hideous missiles all reminding others.

It's an efficient little killing machine.

Even if he is countless models smaller than a real fighter, he is still a slaughtering machine, the pinnacle of science and technology, and the crystallization of all the scientific and technological wisdom of a country.

However, after Zhang Yang read a piece of military news three days ago, he had an absurd dream at night, and this latest sixth-generation stealth fighter of the Mi Army! It seems that an exaggerated version of the unknown model of the small stealth fighter appeared in his room.

Exactly the same location as in the dream. It's exactly the same way it appears in a dream. It was all so sudden.

All this made him dare not sleep anymore. I'm afraid that I'll dream about something again, but when the spirit reaches its limit, the caffeine in coffee is no longer able to beat exhaustion!

Zhang Yang fell asleep with black eyes.

Light smoke curled around the humble room, and a cigarette butt with half burnt butts was slammed against the tempered glass coffee table, and the smell of burnt smoke filled the surroundings for a long time.

On the coffee table was a cappuccino, a blue mountain, and a mellow black coffee, without even a drop of sugar residue, and on the other side was a pot of brewed strong tea, which almost filled the small glass kettle.

Bottles and cans of soup and water vibrate rhythmically to the percussion of heavy metal music in the room.

Zhang Yang, who was sitting behind the coffee table, rubbed his head, cheered up, stared at the front of him and muttered to himself.

"Buddha...... Tianzun ...... Oh, God...... The Virgin Mary, who will help me with the gods and Buddhas in the sky, tell me what is going on! Why can't modern people keep braids like the people of the Qing Dynasty, and it is more convenient to start the cone and thorn strand of the cantilever beam of the pier!"

"Oh! I haven't slept for three days, and I actually forgot that the current house has no beams~"

Already on the verge of being driven crazy, he watched the experts on TV gush about comments.

"All great scientists, prophets, they all have the same adventure! When they create, in fact, brain waves are infinitely close to the origin of this world, so they can draw on the world's most mysterious science, study things that ordinary people can't imagine, and spy on the future of mankind......"

It seems that the pearl of wisdom is in his hand between the words, and he really explores this kind of mysterious and mysterious thing.

Only Zhang Yang, who was sitting on the sofa and had reached the limit, was speechless and choked, and roared with a bit of desolation: "If their brainwaves are infinitely close to this world and can know those things, then I will fit perfectly with this world in my dreams!"

"How absurd it is that what appears in my dreams and what happens can be perfectly reproduced in this world! Once I dream that I jump off a building and fall to my death, I dream of being electrocuted, and I dream of being stung by a wasp. ”

"Even if you have a spring dream, you may die of overwork, and the wind will blow immediately! How can this make people live?" Zhang Yang roared miserably. Look at yourself on the coffee and strong tea on the table.

Drained the coffee on the table in three sips in a row, glanced to the right with resentful eyes, and then his eyes went black and fell asleep.

To his right, it was a living room of more than 100 square meters, the mahogany furniture left by his parents had long since disappeared, and what appeared there was a world's top stealth fighter, with a streamlined shape and hideous missiles all reminding others.

It's an efficient little killing machine.

Even if he is countless models smaller than a real fighter, he is still a slaughtering machine, the pinnacle of science and technology, and the crystallization of all the scientific and technological wisdom of a country.

However, after Zhang Yang read a piece of military news three days ago, he had an absurd dream at night, and this latest sixth-generation stealth fighter of the Mi Army! It seems that an exaggerated version of the unknown model of the small stealth fighter appeared in his room.

Exactly the same location as in the dream. It's exactly the same way it appears in a dream. It was all so sudden.

All this made him dare not sleep anymore. I'm afraid that I'll dream about something again, but when the spirit reaches its limit, the caffeine in coffee is no longer able to beat exhaustion!

Zhang Yang fell asleep with black eyes.