Chapter four hundred and sixty-ninth perverted haunt
The fat man finally surrendered and said with a blushing face: "Actually, the three beauties in our class are going to participate in this art performance. I have customized fluorescent cards outside the school. Don't you go and help me?"
"So that's the case. Do you want to chase Zhang Mengmeng?" Zhuo Bufan chuckled.
"She's okay, she has a cold personality and is not suitable for me. I think her best friend Qi Rui is pretty, she is beautiful, generous and loves to laugh, and she even talks to me a few times." The fat man was so red that he was so red that he was so popular that he was so popular that he was so happy.
Same.
Chen Junyang poured cold water on him, "She is the League Secretary. Is she asking you to pay the League fee when she talks to you?"
"Chen Junyang, I'll strangle you to death." The fat man said, and directly rushed over to Wang Chen Junyang. Zhuo Bufan looked at the scene in front of him and showed a knowing smile. Youth should be like this. Since he can be reborn, he should spend his time with normalcy.
Days.
Finally, when the fat man agreed to buy a Chinese for Chen Junyang, Chen Junyang agreed, and Zhuo Bufan was also pulled by the two of them to help.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, in the school's largest auditorium, it can accommodate thousands of students. This art performance was jointly organized by the Department of Performance and Music. However, in the university, a single dog occupant hides in the dormitory to play games.
My girlfriend and boyfriend went out for a date.
So it was not as popular as expected, but all the seats were full of people. After all, this time it was an art performance organized by the two departments with the most beauties in the Performance Department and the Music Department. There were hundreds of people alone.
Everyone cheers on the girls they like.
"Hey, you don't have eyes when you walk?"
When entering the venue, Fatty, Zhuo Bufan and Chen Junyang entered the venue. A tall and thin man wearing a black sportswear and a baseball cap squeezed in from behind and hit the fat man.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The tall and thin man quickly apologized, lowered his head, pressed his hat hard, blocking his appearance.
"Sneaky, why do you feel like a pervert?" the fat man muttered.
Zhuo Bufan paid attention to the other party, and suddenly exclaimed in his heart, but remained silent.
Seeing the tall and thin man squeezed into the first row in front and sat down, the fat man also took Zhuo Bufan and Chen Junyang to sit over, "I specifically asked Qi Rui what seat ticket I asked for, and you will be more excited later."
Chen Junyang threw it to him directly. In order to watch the goddess' performance, the fat man specially customized three fluorescent cards outside, with slogans such as loving you for ten thousand years, come on it, and prepared green and blue fluorescent sticks to be distributed to him.
Zhuo Bufan and Chen Junyang.
Zhuo Bufan sat in the seat, feeling helpless. He was really over 300 years old. He actually watched some art performances like a little kid, and even held a glow stick.
However, Zhuo Bufan's eyes always pay attention to the tall and thin man who was separated by three people. The art performance is not a concert. The lights in the entire hall are all on and very bright. Unless they look particularly ugly and are afraid that people will see them, they will bring them down.
A baseball cap, or a celebrity, is afraid of being discovered.
The other party is obviously not a celebrity. Zhuo Bufan's spiritual sense was swept through, which was equivalent to an X-ray detector on the high-speed rail of the plane. Everyone had nowhere to hide in front of him, but he would not use his spiritual sense at will, otherwise
I saw all men and women who were not dressed on the street, so he would not live.
But just now, he casually glanced and found that the man was covered with various photos of Zhang Mengmeng, blocking behind his clothes. He seemed to be Zhang Mengmeng's fanatical fan.
It just aroused Zhuo Bufan's interest slightly. Zhang Mengmeng looked beautiful and cute, and she was a little bit cold and charming. She was the dream goddess in the hearts of most boys. It was normal to have one or two fanatical fans.
Soon, the department leaders came out to say a lot of nonsense and finally started performing. Two hosts, one man and one woman, came on stage to cheer each other up, and then began to report.
First, a boy sang solo, the high-pitched version of "My Sun" has a bit of Pavarotti's style. Unfortunately, his strength is too poor, and he has a basic breathing in the middle, and the sound breaks, and he makes a lot of mistakes.
The second is the tango paired with men and women. The gorgeous costumes and the cold dance poses twisted, which attracted applause and screams from the audience. Of course, it does not include boring people like fat people blowing their whistles, making the girl's skirt higher.
rogue.
The third is a boy's piano solo, an elegant tuxedo, and his ten fingers as a spirit as a dancing on the black and white keys, playing a Mozart's serenade C minor tune. His performance was normal, but it caused the girl to scream enthusiastically.
The performer just gently placed his hand on his chest and bent over to thank him. The girl's scream almost overturned the ceiling.
The fat man hummed disdainfully: "Damn it, what's so great? Isn't it just how to play the piano?"
"Not only can you play the piano, but you are also handsome. If someone doesn't like such a handsome guy who plays the piano," Chen Junyang blew.
Generally, children with wealthy families will learn a series of artistic skills such as dance, painting, piano, violin from an early age. When they arrive at university, these people shine on various occasions and grow into celebrities in the school.
Zhuo Bufan was a little tranced.
When he was in Jinling with his mother, his mother made a meager living expenses by working as a nanny for others and doing housekeeping. He had no conditions or opportunities to learn other skills. When he was in school activities, he was always timid. Not only was he ridiculed by his classmates, but he was also a timid person.
I fell into a dark inferiority complex.
"The past is like smoke." Zhuo Bufan shook his head in his heart. Now he has no interest in these things. If he wants to learn, he can directly copy the most powerful skills, copy them into his mind, and then use his perfect body to stimulate them.
Theoretically, if he copied the skills of Mozart, Chopin, and these music masters, he could not only copy them to their skills, but also surpass them, because Zhuo Bufan's body is constantly developing towards the most "perfect" of this world
Even geniuses in these fields are not as perfect as anyone.
On the stage, the female host's voice pulled Zhuo Bufan's thoughts back and said with a smile:
"Next, we invite our music students to dance to perform. I believe we will definitely give you different surprises."
It was Zhang Mengmeng, Qi Rui and Mou Lie, three girls, wearing silver, covered with shiny plastic pieces on the clothes and skirts, revealing their flat belly and sexy belly buttons, and underneath were wearing short skirts with hips, revealing three pairs of white thighs.
The eyes were blurred under the light.
"Mengmeng, I love you..."
"Qi Rui, I will always support you."
"Mu Li, I like you..."
Suddenly, the boys in the audience shouted as if they were given stimulants. Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, these three women were quite charming at school, and they had so many male fans.
However, Zhuo Bufan knows such girls very well. He seems to be able to say a few words to everyone, but he never treats a boy with a drooling body as his friend. Zhuo Bufan only feels sad when he looks at the drooling fat man.