Finally, the results of Mu Fan's whole morning training came out...
From the beginning of controlling 2 blue and 3 red mechanical levers plus 5-key synchronization on the console, to 4 blue, 4 red mechanical levers and 6-key synchronization on the console two hours later, he eagerly absorbed the knowledge explained by Hei, and finally started eating at lunch
Before, he could control the EH01 model to walk, and he could also jump slightly. However, before leaving, Mu Fan still felt ashamed and exited the PO battle network with a black smile on his face.
Hei flew around in the cockpit twice and said to himself: "Isn't this not good for Mu Fan?" Then his electronic eyes narrowed into a straight line: "Master Dan must be the best, and you can't taint Master Hei's
Reputation! Well, yes, you can’t tarnish my reputation.”
"Hey, Wan Bo Xing's radio station seems to be reporting something amazing. I'll go check it out quickly, Flash!"
The small black eyes suddenly widened and then disappeared.
Wanboxing Radio Station, 2.7 light years away, is rolling the news: "The annual Wanboxing Beauty Contest has begun..."
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Looking at Fatty's bitter look, Mu Fan knew that Fatty had lost. Master Harry felt a little angry now. He angrily asked Uncle Wu in Tianxun for twice the lunch, but Mu Fan politely declined his lunch.
After the invitation, Fatty prepared to eat twice as much food on his own. He was brutally tortured in the morning. Fatty's heart was hurt and he needed comfort.
Mu Fan's heart was also very hurt, so he ordered twelve boxes of lunch at noon, and spent a lot of energy with Master Wen, so he had to make up for it. The people around him automatically made room for him today, and Mu Fan was very nervous no matter how nervous he was.
You can also feel the respect and fear in everyone's eyes.
The strongest human punching bag is here! What a joke, Zeref was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, and this kid is sitting here eating twelve boxes of nutritious meals! Not only is he okay, he even increased the amount! Increased the amount!
Anyway, I didn’t dare to provoke him, so I walked around. A brother thought that the people next to him were not stupid, so the whole restaurant’s treatment that Zeref had received before was now applied to Mu Fan.
Mu Fan finished the nutritious meal comfortably, feeling as if all the cells in his limbs were finally bathed in sunlight, feeling warm and full of strength!
So Mu Fan stood up and left. Everyone looked at his purple arm and saluted seriously.
It must be the same in the afternoon. Mu Fan touched his chin. It was still early at noon, why not go for a walk? After thinking about it, Mu Fan changed into his own clothes and went out.
The temperature in the city at noon is high. Due to the high intensity of ultraviolet radiation from Luojia Star, there are not so many people on the street at this time. Most of them are hiding in cool indoors. The wide streets are crowded with people at noon.
At least sometimes.
I don’t know what happened to Uncle Bader. Mu Fan thought that he would go to the grocery store to see him when the martial arts school was closed on weekends.
Mu Fan now had a small sum of money on him, a thousand star coins. He had never had so much money on him. He touched his torn backpack, licked his lips, and walked towards the equipment store not far away, preparing to buy a sturdy
combat satchel.
"Welcome." The greeter at the door bowed in greeting.
"Welcome next time." At this time, two men wearing yellow-green linen jackets and holding dark gun handles around their waists walked out, each carrying a marching sleeping bag in their hands. One was tall and the other was short. They were talking to the store clerk with kind faces.
He said goodbye, but the fierce look in his eyes occasionally made Mu Fan frown secretly.
When the two parties were separated from each other, the short man who was close to Mu Fan was carrying a sleeping bag and seemed not to notice Mu Fan at all. He walked straight out with his sleeping bag lying sideways.
Mu Fan stood still, waiting for the other person to turn around, but the short man just walked out sideways, and the sleeping bag hit Mu Fan's shoulder.
"Are you so blind?" The short man felt the thing he was carrying hit the kid, and he broke out first.
"You are blind, and you have a bad mouth." Mu Fan looked at the fierce eyes of the short man in front of him and said coldly.
"Boy, do you want to die!" The man had a tendency to take action when he disagreed. The tall man next to him grabbed him and said in a fierce tone: "What are you doing! Don't look for trouble!"
When the short man saw what the tall man did, he wanted to have a fit but restrained himself.
"You poor poor guy, grandpa let you go, bah." Looking at the boy in ragged jeans in front of him, the short man was not in the mood to argue with a poor guy. He spat and turned around and walked away. After walking more than ten meters, the man next to him
The tall man turned around and stared at him deeply. Mu Fan looked up at him from behind.
Clenching his fist, Mu Fan wanted to have an attack, but with his keen hearing, he heard a word in the tall man's whispered scolding to the short man. The voice was very small. If Mu Fan's five senses were not different from ordinary people, he might not have been able to do anything.
heard at this distance.
"...Martial Arts Hall...Fat Sheep..."
The two men did not turn around and looked back, carrying their sleeping bags and heading out of the city.
"Martial Arts Hall?" Mu Fan frowned with sharp eyebrows and looked slightly. Then he turned to the receptionist in front of him and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I forgot to bring the money. I'll go back to get it right now."
Under the contemptuous gaze of the greeter, the young man in shabby work clothes turned around and left, walking exactly the same route that the taller and the shorter had just walked.
Mu Fan's footsteps were light. He quickly followed up and finally spotted the two people just now in his sight. Then he hung far away, no longer looking directly at them, and walked forward naturally among the sparse pedestrians.
Like stalking prey in a dense forest, he must always remain invisible before launching an attack.
The two people turned around and entered the food store. Mu Fan hid behind a roadside billboard as if he was picking something up. From the corner of his eye, he saw the two people leaving the store. The taller man was carrying a large bag of food on his back.
After the two came out, they turned right and entered the alleyway.
Mu Fan squinted his eyes. They were obviously walking towards the city checkpoint, but now they were almost there but they turned in. There was still a long way to go from here to the other exit, so they were taking a false route.
Mu Fan walked leisurely and turned in the same direction from the previous alley. There was no one here! Mu Fan was about to follow them along a parallel route, but the strange behavior of these two people made him suspicious.
Suddenly his ears twitched, and Mu Fan suddenly no longer pretended, but started running and stomping at a very fast speed, using a leaning tree next to him to borrow strength twice, Mu Fan jumped back, and his whole body was pressed against the side of a two-story building.
, the whole movement is light and silent.
His breathing gradually adjusted, and Mu Fan's breath did not have the slightest disturbance after strenuous exercise. He held his breath, and not a single sound came out. Even the folds of his work pants were consciously pressed against the wall. The breeze blew by, and the place was integrated.
There was a sound of footsteps from below, the sound was deliberately slowed down by the owner of the footsteps, but the pebbles, water, and fallen leaves that were inadvertently stepped on made a slight sound.
Someone is coming. Mu Fan clings to the wall and almost becomes one.
Two vigilant figures appeared below, looked around and then came out.
The voice was very small, and Mu Fan's ears twitched slightly as he heard the familiar voice he had just heard. It was from a short man. Although his voice was low, he was nonchalant.
"I asked you if you are so timid. If we don't tell you, who knows what we are here for."
The tall man's tone suddenly rose, but he immediately tried to suppress it: "You, please keep your voice down, okay!" It was full of warnings.
Mu Fan's hands were tightly clasped around the gap, which was more than three meters above the two people's heads. You could see it when you raised your head.
The tall man's tone slowed down again, "Second brother, we were sent to keep an eye on you. You have violated the rules by following a fat sheep. I will accompany you and won't say anything. But now you still can't
Do you know where to converge?”
The voice of the short man also came faintly, showing impatience. "Following the routes of the rich, have we benefited? What happened to me robbing a fat sheep? If you don't tell me, who knows."
The bewitching voice came again, and this time the tall man was a little moved. "You know that fat sheep in the martial arts school, the little fat guy has no bodyguards for two days. He will take it after one vote, and it will not affect the mission."
The tall man was still hesitating, but the short man added another sentence to let the tall man decide, "Brother, five to five, no one will say anything tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay! No one can say anything." The tall man gritted his teeth.
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