Mu Fan didn't notice at all that someone was already looking at him.
There were three to four hundred people in the banquet hall. It was too difficult for others to notice one person, but Mu Fan successfully did it.
Now there was silence in Mu Fan's headset, and Hei had stopped talking. As a strange intelligent life form, it had no shame, but it noticed through the surveillance in the hall that more than ten people were staring at the Hu in stunned silence.
There is even a tendency for the kid who eats sea stuff to spread more and more, because the empty plates on his right are stacked high at the rate of two plates a minute. The most important thing is that the person involved is still stuffing it into his mouth without noticing.
The six plates of buttered bread were gone, and now he was eyeing the food called sponge cake. The buttered bread was still in his mouth, and the sponge cake couldn't be stuffed in, so everyone saw the kid ramming it in with his hands, and something happened.
Squeezed in, the viewer's heart almost collapsed at this moment.
Before Hei wanted to simulate the emotions of the person involved, so as to experience Mu Fan's mental state, when he collected all the parameters, he found that the simulation program crashed at 60%... His own host's face could not be copied.
As a great intelligent life from the parallel universe, Hei had a kind of admiration for his host for the first time. At this moment in the PO Battle Network world, the metal silver ball of Hei's virtual clone was moving in a state that exceeded the speed of sound.
The fighting room at Base 341 was ejected in all directions.
"It's so shameful for Master Hei!"
"It's so embarrassing!"
"I want to vent."
In the dark night, a pair of green eyes followed Hei's trajectory and swayed left and right. From time to time, he took out a stick and hit it, and Hei's ejection became more violent.
"Eating something is such a happy thing, I miss my life so much." The vicissitudes of life sounded like a sigh, but the movements of his hands did not slow down at all.
"Stop messing around. You actually spoke for that kid. Now you won't be hungry at all. What else can you eat?" Hei said angrily. His only comrade was not even on the same front as him.
"You don't understand." The fighter smacked his lips, and the green light in his hand burst into flames. Black even showed a row of phantoms under the sudden doubling of blows.
"Old-dong-xi!" Hei's voice said three simple words, but it took three seconds to finish...
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Which game is this? I don’t know.
Mu Fan picked up another plate of peeled frost melon and stuffed it into his mouth. The puff pastry was finally squeezed into his stomach.
Huh? This kind of fruit tastes good too, no worse than Milo. When he saw the word "frost melon" written on the label on the side, Mu Fan quickly wrote down the name carefully.
He wanted to laugh, but found that he could only hum, so Mu Fan gave up and narrowed his eyes comfortably. Then, at the moment he paused, he noticed the people who had gathered around him. This group of people
His eyes were not on the food on the table, but on his mouth and the twenty plates at hand.
Um, have you been caught eating too much? Didn't you say you should enjoy it to your heart's content? I also listened to what the fat man's father said before.
That would be stealing your food. Mu Fan reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the plate of black forest cakes, curled his lips, and prepared to turn around and run away.
There was also a row of dull eyes in the back, Mu Fan and a group of people stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
The fat man stood next to a tall, thin young man with pale skin and his round eyes wide open. The two of them stared at him with expressions on their faces as if they had seen an alien beast.
Gudu! The people in the row opposite Mu Fan all swallowed.
Mu Fan also swallowed quietly. It seemed wrong to have so many people staring at him, but didn't he just eat what he had agreed to? How could he say that if he didn't admit his fault, he wouldn't admit it? He was still not a friend!
Mu Fan looked at the fat man angrily. Yes, it was the poor fat man, because this was a dinner party at the fat man's family, and because the fat man also looked at him.
The fat man moved his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, he heard someone speaking with surprise and uncertainty in his voice: "Isn't this the tailor of Yi Zhi Sha?"
What? The fat man is confused. When did Mu Fan become a tailor? No, I didn't prepare this clothes for him. His clothes do look like the uniforms of a tailor shop.
Kang Luo spoke, clapped his hands, glanced at the girls who were also walking not far away from the corner of his eyes, and deliberately raised his voice: "Fat man, anyone can come to your dinner party."
Ah, tsk tsk." This time, even the few people who had not expressed their attitude before looked a little unhappy. No matter how low their status in this circle is, they are still on the same level. A tailor came over to eat so much that he directly took away the dinner party.
The grade has been lowered several notches.
A girl who came over also stared at Mu Fan: "Didn't you meet the tailor of Yi Zhi Sha before? Why are you here?"
Mu Fan took a look and saw that it was the man and woman he had seen at the second door. Now they both looked at him with the same eyes. Thinking of what he said casually at that time, the honest Mu Fan felt a little embarrassed.
He scratched his head and said to the fat man: "Harry."
Everyone's eyes turned curiously and focused on Fatty's face. Could this be Fatty Harry's tailor?
Sweat was pouring down. At this moment, the fat man finally had a chance to speak. In his mind, this time he was trampled by a whole herd of yaks. You came to say hello. Now you will inevitably be laughed at by a bunch of people. It's over. You're going to be bathed.
Fan saw his timid and cowardly side.
Kang Luo sighed and patted the fat man's shoulder hard, his tone full of admiration but actually mocking: "Fat man, you can't tell, your tailor can eat better than you. It's true that people can be divided into groups. It seems that we will have to compete with each other in the future.
You have drawn a clear line. We cannot be lowered by a group of foodies." The last sentence was said with a smile to the people around him, and it attracted many echoes after he said it.
Damn it, the fat man clenched his fists and his face turned red, but it was not because he was being laughed at. Anyway, he was used to it. He actually laughed at his only friend. The fat man really couldn't bear it.
"This is Mu Fan! My good friend is not a tailor! Can you please stop surrounding him?" The fat man mustered up the courage to shout to a group of people.
The commotion here has attracted many people nearby to watch, and now the whispers from time to time have attracted the attention of these teenagers. Conroe, who was not paying much attention to him for fear that the matter would not cause a big problem, clapped his hands in surprise. Wayne was not there.
, he doesn’t have to give anyone face.
"Oh? Our fat man actually speaks so forcefully."
"Hey, Fatty, you actually have friends, hahahaha." Fleming's narrow eyes were full of contempt. If a fat person has a backbone, he won't be called a fat person.
"Fat man, why is your friend wearing the clothes of a tailor? Didn't you, as a friend, change his clothes? You can still call him a friend. I said, boy, if a fat man is so rich, he won't change his clothes. He said
Don’t be so stupid as to take you seriously as a friend~~ Hahaha." Halfway through, another boy wearing a purple shirt turned around and smiled at Mu Fan.
"What are you here for?" Kang Luo stopped smiling and raised his chin, signaling for Mu Fan to answer.
Mu Fan turned his eyes slightly, and he saw the fat man's red face that was suppressed to defend himself. He put away the expression on his face and said lightly: "Nothing."
Then, without waiting for the people on the side to question his tone, he raised his head slightly, half-squinted his eyes, looked at the tall and thin man with pale skin in front of him, and spoke word by word.