Master of the city

Beijing University First hacker, heard this title, Zhang Fan's eyes immediately emerged the Jia Ru that poker face.

Wait a minute. Why does Mao overlap with reality? Or behind meson ray?

"I got up early."

The trough! The phantom spoke!

Wait a minute. Why did you look back like you were scared? Does it mean that the Jia Ru behind him is not an illusion, but a real Jia ru?

Van Gogh must be thankful that the living environment of the foreign languages department is not as good as that of the Archaeology Department, so that he still wears a pair of autumn trousers when he gets up in the morning. Wait, no, how did Jia Ru get into the boys' dormitory? I haven't heard that the entrance card of the girl building of other departments can open the door of the boy building of foreign language department.

"Don't look at me like that, access card, anything you want to do."

Jia Ru's tone is always so light, Zhang Fan and Jie Zirui can't help sweating. It's an access card. It's something you can make. Doesn't that mean Jia Ru can go into any dormitory except Zhang Fan?

What? Why is it other than Zhang Fan's?

Zhang Fan's room is still the old secret lock on the wall.

However, if you think about Jia Ru's status as a student bully in the physics department, it must be that this kind of mechanical lock is not difficult for her.

"Come in, sisters."

Although he was wearing a pair of autumn pants, Zhang Fan decided to let Jia Rujin come to the corridor. After all, there are many men who just wear pants to come out for convenience or wash.

"No, these two things are for you. Just tell me the effect. "

Jia Ru finished, put two long boxes into Zhang Fan's hands, and turned away.

Zhang Fan press a sweat, elder sister son you this is sing of which? Give me something, you should at least tell me what it is and how to use it. Just let me tell you the effect, I don't know what the ghost effect is!

Zhang Fan opens the two small boxes under Jie Zirui's gossip eyes. The

box is not a girl's picture of love for boys, but a pair of glasses and a small spray bottle.

Zhang Fan took out the glasses that he was puzzled about. This is a pair of flat lens. There is nothing special about the frame, which is the cheapest one sold in the glasses shop outside. It seems that the lenses are made of resin, but Zhang Fan found that the lenses are really different from ordinary lenses after careful reading.

For general optical instruments, the better the materials used, the shorter the wavelength of reflected light. Like those high-end lenses, the reflected light is purple. However, your lens is different. The whole pink is faint. I don't know what it means.

Zhang Fan took out the spray bottle and sprayed it gently against the air. The mist from the spray bottle has a very special smell, which contains the grass smell of plants and a faint smell of blood. What the hell is this for? Is it to refresh him?

when two people were together in the lap, Zhang Fan's mobile phone rang. It took a look at Jia Ru's text message: it may overestimate your intelligence quotient, and the spray is better on the lens. I cannot read the

, but you can make complaints about it. But what is the effect of this bloody spray on the lens?

Zhang Fan was curious to spray on the lens with a spray bottle, and then put the glasses on his face. The next moment Zhang Fan was really shocked.

In front of the scene and just very different, the air flow of various colors, black green, blue purple have. Zhang Fan usually can see the surrounding gas field even if he doesn't open his eyes, but what he can see with the naked eye is absolutely not as clear as wearing this pair of glasses.

Jia Ru this wench, this is to make a pair of gas field observation mirror!

The fly in the ointment is that the color of this aura is not right. But it's not Jia Ru's fault. It's Zhang Fan's fault. When he was a boy, he used yin-yang blood to open his eyes. Later, he was not a boy, so he used yin-yang blood to open his eyes. Jia Ru should have asked for the glasses and spray made by Zhang's blood. The blood has been taken away for so long. It has not been lump and can be sprayed out with the spray bottle. Obviously, it has done enough work in anti condensation.

Xueba is Xueba. Although she hasn't developed any new materials to replace my blood, it's much more convenient to use than it is now. I have to give 32 compliments here. Xueba is powerful.

But this morning, Xiao zhe finally had a foreign language class in the Department of women.

Ma Zhe is one of those things that you have to learn even if you don't have to. Sometimes you really don't understand why the school has to offer such a course that wastes life and memory cells. Do you want everyone to be philosophers and have a good relationship with men in the future?

Zhang Fan is the first time to come to the first classroom. Compared with the classroom he saw when he met Bai Shuying after school in Jiangzhou, it's several laps bigger and the interior decoration is much better.However, Zhang Fan really didn't plan to listen well in this class. There are many schools of philosophy. Zhang Fan is a feng shui master and belongs to Taoism. Taoism itself is a kind of philosophy. If Ma Zhe wants to learn something bullshit, it will be a big trouble.

Jie Zirui doesn't seem to be interested in Ma Zhe either. With his tablet computer in his book, he obviously plans to continue to be an otaku in the classroom. They directly find the seat in the penultimate row to sit down.

Zhang Fan is the real focus today. The students who have sat down and just come in have all kinds of eyes on Zhang Fan.

Some of them are discussing what's special about this boy, which makes the goddess fall in love with him. Some of them are not stingy and malicious guesses. They are discussing Zhang Fan's despicable and obscene means to make goddess Luo give in to his jeans. They are unwilling to send such a white post to him.

Zhang Fan has heard so much about this kind of discussion recently that he really doesn't want to pay attention to it. He sits in his seat, closes his eyes and starts to browse the secret record of Yang Gong, which is branded in his mind.

After getting the adventure, there are more and more friends and more enemies. Zhang Fan knows that if he wants to protect himself and the people around him, he has to become stronger.

"Jie Zirui, can you change seats with me?"

A beautiful girl's voice suddenly came from the side. Zhang Fan opened his eyes and saw that Jie Zirui had already taken his tablet computer and Ma Zhe's textbook to one side. The graceful figure standing beside him was Luo Qianqian in an orange tweed coat. Ma Zhe's textbook was under her armpit. She carried two plastic bags on her two hands, one with two cups of soybean milk and the other with two sets of pancakes.

"Well, your teeth are so clean that you didn't buy breakfast on the way here."

With a faint smile, Luo Qianqian divided the breakfast in the bag into two parts, one of which was placed in front of Zhang Fan. Then he sat down on the chair next to him and opened his textbook. While reading a book, he drank the soybean milk in the plastic cup with a straw, as if bringing breakfast to Zhang Fan was something that he usually did every day like eating and drinking water.

Around to see this scene of people chin all hit on the feet, this special or they know Luo Qianqian? However, after watching Zhang Fan take the soy milk, he took a sip of it with ease. Not only did he not thank him, he also complained that it was not sweet enough

Are you dying or are you dying? It's good for goddess to buy you breakfast. Do you think it's too bad?

But Luo Qian did not have yesterday to Zhang Fan's evil shape evil elephant, but very gentle nodded the head, gently "eh" a.

Two people this performance is vivid, yesterday Luo Qianqian that post wrote Zhang Fan is her male god thing to sit down. For a moment, the wailing life came from every corner of the classroom. All the boys were unwilling. It's three or four months since the beginning of school. When will they not talk about Qianqian goddess at the sleeping meeting after the lights are off? Almost every boy in the Department is dreaming of taking the school flowers home. Today, the dream is completely broken.

In all kinds of shock, helplessness and unwillingness, this lesson of Ma Zhe started. The teacher on the platform didn't have any passion. Basically, it was a public lesson that everyone knew was useless. In addition to bringing breakfast for Zhang Fan, Luo Qianqian doesn't show any different appearance from usual. She is still a beautiful girl in quiet class. However, when there are more than ten minutes before class, she secretly puts a note under Zhang Fan's buttocks.

Zhang Fan took it up and unfolded it. It said: Master, Qianqian thought about it all night. In private, Qianqian will be your maid, OK? Otherwise, pets will do.

Zhang Fan scratched his head. He was really helpless. Did he come to seek fame? Forget it, just depend on her. It seems to be a matter of great face to have a school flower of Beijing University as a pet.

Seeing that Zhang Fan nodded slightly, Luo Qianqian, who had always shown himself in a high and cold way, couldn't hide the smile on his face. He held his two little fists and lowered his head. All his pretty faces were pink.

If it wasn't for the fact that Zhang Fan really wanted to ridicule her in public and be a servant girl, she would still be so happy. It's really a wonderful flower.

Near the end of class, Zhang Fan's broken mobile phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated.

Feel out a look, see text message is Wei Qingrong sent, the content is very simple: Zhang Fan classmate, my father let me play a play with you, OK?

Acting? Zhang Fan thought a little and then understood what was going on. He didn't expect that Wei Datong was still a man with a big face. If he needed to, he would play a show with his daughter.