Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

Late

at night, Wen Fan received a notice from the school.

The gist of it is that the students who originally participated in the college entrance examination in Mucheng No. 2 High School will re-take the college entrance examination next month, and the location will be changed to Mucheng No. 1 High School. Continue to go back to school before the college entrance examination.

"Mu Cheng is a tall one, a little familiar. Wen Fan looked at the information and thought about it, and suddenly his eyes widened: "Mucheng is high!Isn't it the school

of the brainless girl?"

Thinking of the brainless girl Wen Fan was a little big.

"I hope I don't meet her. Taking

off his glasses and putting away his mobile phone, Wen Fan touched his rumbling stomach and decided to go to the convenience store downstairs to eat a bowl of instant noodles.

Don't dare to take the elevator, as long as he dares to take it, the elevator will dare to break. So go to the fire escape.

The apartment where Wen Fan lives is not large, with two bedrooms and one living room.

It is the legacy left to him by his parents.

I came out of the orphanage and lived alone in this small house for more than ten years after independence, and I didn't feel any loneliness.

In the previous life, I was an orphan, but I didn't expect to cross over, and I was still an orphan.

In the face of loneliness, he is accustomed to it.

This also leads to his personality being somewhat extreme. A standard egoist.

In the previous life, there were endless struggles and intrigues between people, and everyone was doing it for their own interests, including himself. But in this life, he has changed a little, perhaps forced by the world environment, although there are still plans and calculations between people, but he has also personally experienced the warmth that the world gives him.

Like the director of the orphanage, as well as friends, teachers and classmates, and people who have helped them.

is like Zuo Yiyi, when the monster appeared, she pounced on herself without hesitation and protected herself. Although she scolded her for being a brainless woman, she was still a little grateful to her in her heart.

I went down the stairs and came to a familiar convenience store.

"Boss lady, come to a bowl of spicy instant noodles, don't take it as the last time 1. "

The code was scanned, and the payment was completed.

The corners of the proprietress twitched, and she turned to take the noodles.

"Don't say it, don't say it, I've been running a convenience store for half my life, and I've seen Tong 1 once, maybe it's the wrong version of instant noodles. Say you're unlucky or lucky?"

took the instant noodles, Wen Fan pouted: "How can there be a wrong version of instant noodles, you are selling fakes, If it weren't for your convenience store 3 kilometers around, I would have called to report you." The

proprietress was immediately unhappy: "Xiaofan, you can say that I sell expensive or expired, but I swear, I never sell fakes." "

Come on, you, I've bought a baby in your place, screaming, Wang Shenwang, Anal Cow, Ollie, Ke Ke, Le Shi's .......

" "Stop, stop!" The proprietress hurriedly stopped Wen Fan, and the corners of her eyes jumped: "

Sister, it's weird, every time you can find these messy brands, I checked eight hundred times myself and didn't find a fake, I suspect that you brought fakes to blackmail me."

Wen Fan checked the instant noodles in his hand by himself and made sure that it was not Tong 1, so he put his mind at ease.

"That's me, if you were someone else, you would have gone bankrupt.

Walking to the water dispenser, Wen Fan opened the outer package and was about to squeeze the seasoning packet, his face stiffened.

Came to the front desk with instant noodles.

"Where's my noodles?"

the proprietress looked confused, took the instant noodles and looked at them, they were full of seasoning packets, and she was stunned that she couldn't find any traces of the

noodles.

The two of them stared at each other, and the face of the proprietress was quite exciting.

I had no choice but to change it for Wen Fan, opened it in front of Wen Fan, and made sure that there was a dough cake inside, so Wen Fan was satisfied and took it to soak.

The convenience store proprietress sat at the bar, looking at the spice packets on the table and falling into deep thought.

After eating instant noodles in three or two bites, Wen Fan left the convenience store.

"I have to go to school tomorrow, worry. Wen

Fan didn't hate school, he was worried about the distance he would get to school.

Every time you go to school, you have to be careful, others should pay attention to the signal lights, he should pay attention to the signal light poles. When someone crosses the street, he has to look left and right, but when he crosses the street, he has to look 360 degrees up and down, left and right, back and forth, without dead ends. When someone sits in the classroom, he has to worry about the teacher's roll call, the fan on the ceiling, the window pane against the wall, the stool he sits on, and even whether there will be meteorites outside the window.

It's not alarmism, it's empirical.

Wen Fan's classmates and teachers looked at Wen Fan with pity every time they saw her.

Since you can't dodge, then face it bravely, and wait until you go back to see if there is any armor in the system.

Walking on the road leading to the apartment, I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a figure under the dim street lamp.

Wen Fan frowned, hesitated for a moment and decided to take a long detour.

I changed directions, and just after taking two steps, I saw a figure in the middle of the road.

Turning his head to look at the original road, the figure under the streetlight had disappeared.

Wen Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

muttered: "I'm coming...."The

enemy doesn't move, I don't move." Wen Fan decided to spend it like this. On this big night, there is no one on the road, in case the other party has any movements, he can only run.

Just as Wen Fan was preparing for a stalemate, the figure suddenly disappeared, as if it didn't exist in the first place.

Wen Fan's heart jumped, and he rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had seen it wrong.

However, when he opened his eyes again, a figure appeared in front of him, face to face, only a fist away.

Wen Fan's hairs stood on end, his pupils shrank sharply, but his muscles stiffened and he couldn't move.

He knew this person, another blue-robed mage beside Liu Yu, the middle-aged woman.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Zhao Juan said coldly.

Wen Fan's throat rolled, he didn't know what this woman meant: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Juan took a step back, kept a suitable distance, and spoke again: "I followed you all the way from the second high school, watched you leave with Zuo Yiyi, and watched you go into the toilet." "

Damn! You still have this habit!" Wen Fan pretended to be calm and tried to change the subject.

Zhao Juan ignored him and continued: "However, the moment I watched you put on your glasses, I suddenly had a feeling of being with the wrong person. It was a strange feeling, but it was not a spell, and if it weren't for the fact that I never took my eyes off you, I would have doubted my own judgment. Luckily, I followed you all the way home, and the moment you were about to go downstairs to take off your glasses, my confused thoughts became clear.

Wen Fan's scalp tingled when he heard this, he tried his best to avoid intersecting with these people, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't prevent it, the mages were too doggy!"

"Little brother, something is wrong with you." Zhao Juan hooked the corners of her mouth and looked at Wen Fan with a playful look in her eyes.

"Give me the glasses. Zhao Juan stretched out her hand, as if she was asking for her own things.

Wen Fan took two deep breaths: "Auntie, you are a robber, but you are really good at choosing, I am penniless, a poor student, and you have to rob ...... a pair of glasses" "

Don't talk to me, do you take it yourself or let me search it?" Zhao Juan's voice was cold.

"Don't don't, don't bother your old man to do it yourself, I'll get it for you." As he spoke, Wen Fan reached out and dug it out of his pocket.

Dig and dig.

Dig and dig.

"You're so hot!" Zhao Juan was impatient, and then casually released a small spell: "Gravity Technique!"

With a brush, Wen Fan's knees were weak, and he wanted to kneel down unconsciously, and his whole body was under twice the usual pressure.

Gritting his teeth, Wen Fan stood up strongly, and said hatefully: "If the noble mage doesn't hunt demonic beasts, is it really good to attack ordinary people in the city?"

"What kind of thing are you, you dare to preach to me, even if I kill you in broad daylight, I will be reprimanded at most."

Zhao Juan walked up to Wen Fan, kicked him to the ground, and stepped on Wen Fan's face with one foot, crushing him back and forth.

"Garbage has the consciousness of garbage, and if you don't have to pay attention to the impact, you would be dead by now. Feeling

the intimate contact with his face, the soles of his shoes that kept crushing, Wen Fan's voice also lowered.

"Auntie, your feet smell sour.

Zhao Juan frowned.

"Gravity Technique!" The

pressure of the double gravity technique, Wen Fan completely shut up.