City: My Little Prodigy

Wang Xiaobao really didn't expect it.

Even the police know Shen Lang!

In an instant, the look in Shen Lang's eyes became even more terrified.

At this moment, the policeman behind him said.

"Children, don't make trouble."

"Why don't you go back with Uncle Shen Lang soon?"

Suddenly, Wang Xiaobao's heart moved.

Immediately shouted.

"Wait a moment!"

"Actually... Shen Lang asked me to show off today!"

"I... If I go back, he'll let me perform again!"

"Uncle Police, I don't want to perform!"

"I, I just want to go home and find my mother!"

"You arrest him, okay?"

As he said that, he also pointed to Lin Jiayao and the three of them.

"And the three of them can't be spared, they're all accomplices!"

Hearing this, several policemen were taken aback and looked at Shen Lang.

"Uncle, this is..."

With a slight smile, Shen Lang said calmly.

"What kind of show? Am I short of that money?"

"This is Xiaobao's summer practice."

"Promote the quintessence of the Chinese culture!"

Practice your sister in summer!

Wang Xiaobao's head was smoking.

If anyone believes this!

He was hit and killed on the spot!

The next second, Wang Xiaobao shouted in frustration.

"No, I don't have a summer practice at all!"

"Uncle police, you, do you trust me?"

But before he finished speaking, Wang Xiaoyu said in disgust.

"Brother, don't bother the police uncle, okay?"

"If you can't finish your homework, you still need my uncle to supervise you."

"Now I want to take chances again..."

"It's not ashamed to lose!"

Hearing the words, whether it's in the crowd or in the live broadcast room.

Immediately there was some commotion.

"The quintessence of the country is the essence of the celestial culture!"

"How can this summer practice be opportunistic?"

"No wonder I saw that little Zheng Tai beat him just now."

"Now I just want to say, well beat!"

"This kind of kid who doesn't understand the greatness of the national quintessence culture should be beaten up a few more times!"

"..."

"So this is ah."

Several policemen also said a little fiercely.

"Little brother, if you lie again, we'll be really welcome."

"I···"

Wang Xiaobao was speechless, and his face turned red.

special!

Wang Xiaoyu, are you my sister?

Is it interesting to persecute me?

Is it over yet?

God, if I did something wrong...

I beg you to strike me with a thunderbolt!

Don't make me suffer any more!

Just as Wang Xiaobao was thinking, Shen Lang's voice came over.

"Xiaobao, why are you crying?"

"Don't you want to spread the national quintessence culture?"

"Why don't you come back to the live broadcast soon?"

"..."

Looking at a few policemen with a gloomy heart, Wang Xiaobao let go of his hand silently.

Step by step, he returned to Shen Lang's side in fright.

He pulled away a smile that was uglier than crying.

He said with a trembling voice.

"Uncle...I, I was joking with you just now..."

"Actually, I, my favorite, is to sing Huangmei opera..."

"yes?"

Shen Lang smiled slightly.

"Xiaobao, you have caused so much trouble to the police uncle."

"Shouldn't you say something?"

"..."

Wang Xiaobao is about to collapse.

But looking at Shen Lang's appearance, he swallowed.

He said hurriedly, trembling.

"Uncle police officer, I'm sorry..."

"I, I shouldn't have lied..."

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he continued.

"In order to punish me, why don't you take me back?"

"Strictly lock me up for a few days, and let me have a long memory!"

As he spoke, Wang Xiaobao's eyes also flashed a glimmer of hope.

This is his only chance to escape Shen Lang's clutches!

Uncle police officer, please do your best!

But in the next second, Wang Xiaobao's eyes suddenly darkened.

The whole life stood unrequitedly in place.

I saw a few policemen speak kindly.

"It's good that the kid knows it's wrong!"

"How can you be so cruel to you?"

"Uncle police, you have worked hard on such a hot day."

Hearing this, Shen Lang said leisurely.

"Would you like Xiaobao to perform a show for you guys and take a break?"

"He knows a lot of Huangmei operas. If you order it, you will be guaranteed to sing."

"Really, little treasure?"

Shaking all over, Wang Xiaobao lowered his head and answered in fear.

"Yes...I, I know a lot..."

"Uncle Police...you, you can order whatever you want, don't be polite..."

"Really or not? I can't think of a child's Huangmei Opera, they learned so well."

"Can you sing "The Cowherd and Weaver Girl"?"

"Of course it will, Xiaobao, do you think so?"

Shen Lang shook his whip inadvertently.

He looked at Wang Xiaobao with a smile on his face.

"..."

It's your uncle!

Wang Xiaobao never thought of it.

Things are going to get to this point!

f*ck! And some songs!

You order your uncle's point!

He, he just wants to go home...

How about going back to the naive, happy bear child of the bear?

Although there were tears in my heart.

But looking at Shen Lang, Wang Xiaobao didn't dare to shake his head.

He could only wave his hand and try his best to say with the brightest smile.

"All right, all right..."

"Isn't it, "The Cowherd and Weaver Girl"?"

"I... I've watched it several times, and I promise to sing your soul..."

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Soon, Wang Xiaobao's unforgettable open-air performance came to an end.

Before leaving, the crowd and several policemen were watching.

He said reluctantly behind his back.

"The singing is very good. If you practice more, you will definitely be the inheritor of the quintessence of culture!"

"Children, don't lie next time."

"My uncle has worked so hard to let you learn these national quintessences."

"But it's hard work!"

In the live broadcast room, the barrage is also swiping frantically.

"Little uncle is amazing, he can teach ten-year-old children so well!"

"Yeah, I just wanted to play in the mud when I was eight."

"People have been teachers since the age of eight, teaching children older than themselves."

"It's sour and sour, I also want such a cute little Zhengtai to be my teacher."

"Uncle Shen Lang, is the class open? I'll be the first to sign up!"

"..."

Seeing this, Shen Lang smiled and said.

"My goal is to cultivate Xiaobao into a real national style boy!"

"To carry forward the quintessence of the Chinese culture!"

"Thank you for your support, see you next time."

"..."

Next, next performance?

Hearing Shen Lang's words, Wang Xiaobao's eyes suddenly darkened.

All limbs twitched.

His grandfather's!

Is there a next time for this kind of performance?

Damn! This devil beat him to death with a whip!

What a country style boy...

He doesn't want to learn the quintessence of the country, and he doesn't want to be a boy with a national style!

woohoo

When is mom coming back?

I, I want to go home...

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Wang Xiaobao was thinking in a broken heart.

Shen Lang has closed the live stream.

Turning to look at Wang Xiaobao.

In an instant, there was an extremely ominous premonition.

It burst out from Wang Xiaobao's heart.

Eyelids twitched, he shouted cautiously.

"uncle···?"

With a flick of the whip in his hand, Shen Lang smiled slightly.

"Xiaobao, why don't you go quickly?"

"Could it be that you can't walk and need your uncle to urge you?"

"Um?"

"Uncle, I, I was wrong..."

"I'm leaving now! You, don't come here!"

"what--!"

In an instant, there was a sound like a slaughtering pig.

It echoed on the way home again.