Zhang Ye was so excited that he exchanged names and still looked at his stupid look. He couldn't help but smile brightly. This silly boy is really interesting.
"I ask you a question, and you have to answer it truthfully."
Looking at this picture of Ye's very solemn adopted son, he still thought about it before speaking.
"Can you tell me, when you kill a monster, do you have any special techniques to make the monster violent?"
Zhang Ye was so puzzled by this question that he almost blurted it out.
"No, it's just the 41 points of luck. It should be that the luck value increases the monster's explosion rate."
"are you sure?"
"certainly."
"What about touching the body?"
Hearing this question, Zhang Ye was obviously stunned. Looking at his appearance, he still couldn't help but wave his hand in front of his eyes, just like before.
"Hey, you don't even know what touching a corpse is?"
Zhang Ye certainly knows how to touch corpses. The monsters in the dungeon will not directly explode the equipment. To search for the monster corpses, he can directly select a piece of equipment from the several equipment that the monster can explode, and then compare the size by throwing it through a sieve.
Obtain ownership of equipment.
"Well, I know about touching corpses, but what does it matter if you touch corpses more?"
It was only then that Yi Yi Yi thought that Zhang Ye had never checked any flashy strategies and game information. He was surprised and at the same time felt a sigh of providence.
If he had read the game information, would he have become the first human being in the world, and would he have achieved the miracles he has achieved today? At this time, it was still the first time that he could see Zhang Ye clearly in front of him at such a close distance.
, until the other party was so embarrassed that he sighed secretly and looked back.
He is really a lucky person. Even for himself, when a group of people made so many rational analyzes and prospect predictions for her to choose a flashy career, as well as multi-dimensional simulation technology, strategic layout and potential cultivation, in the end
It is concluded that the elves have a 53.7% chance of success.
For humans, the possibility is only 0.04%.
I don't know whether I should congratulate Zhang Ye for being overestimated by so many analysts, or secretly scold those idiots.
"Are you sure you'll have the same luck touching a corpse?"
Zhang Ye still didn't know how to answer this question, because he had no experience in trying it, so should he give an ambiguous answer?
"This question is very important!"
Although Yi Yi still had a smile on his face, his tone was already very harsh. Zhang Ye gritted his teeth and nodded hard. He believed that the God of Luck would visit him again.
Yiran Yiran leaned his back on the soft chair, picked up the coffee and took a sip gracefully.
"Walk!"
Still holding Zhang Ye's arm, the two looked very much like a couple. Zhang Ye was extremely happy, but his reaction was even slower.
"Where to go?"
"Go shopping for clothes!"
After Yi Yi finished speaking, he glanced sideways at the jacket Zhang Ye was wearing. It was so shabby. The two of them just walked on the street, which still attracted a lot of surprised looks.
Yes, this is definitely a flower stuck on cow dung. Almost everyone is muttering in their hearts. This kid is not a little gangster, maybe he is a gangster. He has dozens of shankakas on his back.
He is an uncivilized savage, yes, he must be like this. With his arrogance, how could an ordinary gangster fall in love with such a beautiful woman? He is really a brat.
…
It has to be said that people live by their clothes. After a morning of busy work with hairstylists and designers, Zhang Ye really changed completely when he walked out of a large and unsightly luxury building.
When Zhang Ye looked at the mirror, he almost couldn't recognize himself. The long, ear-length hair that had followed him for several years and refused to be shortened fell to the ground with a crash at this moment, and was replaced by an unnamed head.
Model, the jacket with 8 pockets on the sleeves had been lost a long time ago, and replaced by the current Louis Clan outfit, but luckily I still took out my ID card.
Zhang Ye's face was red, like a shy boy next door, still looking up and down in surprise.
"Not bad, not bad. I really didn't expect it. It looks quite handsome after tidying it up. Now it might harm a lot of girls."
Still covering his mouth and chuckling, Zhang Ye thought to himself, "I haven't even harmed you, so why bother mentioning other girls?" Zhang Ye is very self-aware of this.
In fact, it's not like he didn't deliberately dress up to be handsome before. Unfortunately, the girls he met first brightened up their eyes, and then looked at his pair of ordinary eyes with hanging silk, and the wretched aura exuding from his gestures, and there was basically no follow-up.
.
He still had a good guess about Zhang Ye's thoughts. He knew that what Zhang Ye lacked now was confidence and courage, but this kind of thing could not be given by others. Maybe he could rely on others to pretend to be powerful, but that was just borrowing money after all.
The power he came from has not formed his own momentum, and he cannot stand on the stage at all.
"I'm leaving. Let's go back and have a good rest. Remember not to change out of your clothes. We'll see you in the game tomorrow."
Looking at the still leaving figure, Zhang Ye patted his thigh and forgot to ask her arc number.
When Zhang Ye walked into the south gate of Sichuan University, there was a frenzy.
"Who is that person?"
Many girls' eyes lit up. Zhang Ye's Louis Chan suit was really too dazzling. Of course, if Zhang Ye knew the price of this set, he would take it off immediately, even if he didn't take it to a pawn shop to sell it.
He also folds and collects them. He estimates that even if he graduates, he won't be able to afford it for seven or eight years.
"Look, he's entered the West End Dormitory!"
"Impossible, that's a dormitory with 8 people living there. Are you looking for someone else?"
"Oh my god, let him like me."
"Don't be a nymphomaniac, that person's outfit costs more than 300,000 yuan."
"Look, he's gone in. Dormitory No. 4. That's...a place for sophomores?"
"Is there anyone in that dormitory who is worthy of entering in person?"
One minute, two minutes, ten minutes, half an hour, the crowd below who had not dispersed for a long time waited for a full hour and a half, until a figure passed by in the blink of an eye on a certain balcony, and waves of screams came from below.
A result that shocked them was introduced.
"When did our school have such a person as a sophomore?"
Everyone looked at each other, unable to come up with an answer. At this time, a boy carrying a thermos bottle from dormitory No. 4 had just walked out and was surrounded by a group of people. Amidst a burst of noise, the boy finally understood this group of people.
People's problems.
"That man? That's Zhang Ye from the Department of Economics and Management."
