Can accurately read the cry in his heart from Fang Ran’s expression at the moment, looking at him who was strangled from behind by the alchemist,

The eldest master leaned close with a very helpless expression, and put his arm on the side of his shoulder, shook his head as if worried about him:

"I said, brother Fang Ran, no matter how conservative you are, you are now an elite of the new generation of participants in our night game, a talented star who won the national war."

"Wherever you put it, you can chase a few rich daughters casually. There is no need to let yourself live such an ascetic life..."

You gave me a little more abstinence...

Listening to the big waves of people who are basically outside all year round, and social accounts are always surrounded by various beauties, I actually speak in this tone of persuading my prodigal son to turn back.

Fang Ran, who had given up struggling, grasped the Alchemy Arm like a backhand horizontal bar, stared at him blankly and silently.

"Do you need me to introduce some beautiful women to Fang Ran's brother?"

Faced with his unmoved expression of salted fish, the eldest master smiled frivolously in the tone of "everyone is a man":

"By the way, what was your impression of the ticket I gave you last time?"

°Д°?) You are so embarrassed to mention it!"

In the period of recuperating before midnight, although I have been staying at Beijing University, Fang Ran will contact everyone in the night club in the group if there is nothing wrong.

Then once the young master gave him an indescribable ticket, which happened to be seen by Xia Yao and Ming Ling.

Almost a direct social death.

"Don't change the subject! Xiao Fang, just tell the truth, what did you do for Christmas yesterday! Did you secretly go to Fenghuaxueyue!?"

Increased the strength of the arm, the Alchemy made the grinning questioning sound, and when he heard him say this, he knew that he had spent the past two months with the young master and suddenly shouted:

"Brother Fang Shu, you still have the face to say that I am, you know that you have been all day long during this period of time!"

Then realized that it was difficult to get out of trouble alone, and started calling for help!

"Emma! Emma, ​​where are you, come and take care of these two guys!"

"Emma was dragged by Hua Ling to go shopping today, and she is not in the restaurant. Give up, brother Fang Ran."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

As soon as we met, it became lively and looked at the dark-haired youth who was ‘welcomed’ by the alchemist and the eldest master,

In the end, the magician, in helpless laughter, rescued Fang Ran out loud.

"Speaking of which, Fang Ran, are you going to North America today?"

"Ah, I went to Los Angeles. The short-term exchange internship arranged by the school, I suddenly learned after the exam yesterday."

Hearing the magician warmly asking about what he had asked in the group chat last night, Fang Ran replied with a somewhat helpless sigh.

"Heh, internship, Xiaofang, shouldn't you be in the name of an internship and go there to experience the unregulated life and stimulating bad places."

"Well, indeed, foreign women are very open, and I don't know if Fang Ran can withstand the temptation after you go."

Why would it presuppose that I go to that kind of place...

Whether the brain circuits of these two guys were nothing more than spending time, or the words of the magician, Fang Ran felt the reliability of seniors.

"The night battle environment in North America is very different from ours. If you come into contact with it, you remember to pay more attention."

"Well, I got it."

"Don't worry, there should be nothing wrong with Fang Ran's strength."

At the same time as he nodded his agreement, I heard the uncle’s still lazily echoing, knowing that this person who clearly has the job of a people’s teacher has also joined the eldest master and the alchemist.

Fang Ran shifted his gaze to look at his heart ashamed.

Uncle, don't you really need to teach Lime at this time...

Then at the moment he thought about it, Fang Ran's eyes were taken aback, and he looked at the uncle who was paralyzed on the sofa.

Suddenly it feels a bit familiar.

"Uncle...Where did I meet you recently..."

Feeling that the figure in front of him seemed inexplicably familiar, he murmured instinctively. Fang Ran asked this question blankly, and then got a lazy answer like the uncle did not lift his hand:

"Your kid suddenly said something ignorant. If you say hello, go quickly and don't disturb the elderly to recharge your energy for the night."

The word for a moment of silence for a second to recharge is really appropriate. Fang Ran got up and signaled and then turned to leave, and looked at his back as he walked away.

Qingyan...no, the uncle quietly wiped his sweat in his heart.

Phew, almost recognized by this kid...

...

As everyone knows, one of the figures who had cleaned up for a month in the midnight illusion, Ge Youtan just in front of him, left from the second floor of the participants in the dining area.

Fang Ran took the elevator to the floor of the underground training ground.

After accommodating a 400-meter track, there is a large circle of the underground C-level training field, which instantly recalls the memory of training every day during the summer vacation.

Heat, sweat, lack of energy, unable to breathe, throat like fire, exhausted every day,

But it's full.

Walking into this familiar place, in the huge space of pure white technology, Fang Ran saw it first at first sight.

It's a teenager running on the track.

He has short hair cut, no glasses, and a thin body. He is running **** the plastic track, sweating.

The swaying figure didn’t even notice that he was coming. It was probably empty of consciousness except for running down.

Having experienced this from the same level of strenuousness for a thousand meters, Fang Ran couldn't be more clear. With such a distance, he even felt that he could hear Jota's violent breathing.

The physique is weaker than I was at the time, and this state may be disturbed and can’t run anymore.

Fang Ran just kept watching quietly,

Watching this once autistic and timid boy continue to run and transform...

I have been watching for a long time, watching him run lap after lap, before turning his attention, cast his gaze to the existence he saw at the second glance.

A ‘big hamster’ who has touched his leg without knowing when.

"Um...Sister Orange, you are..."

"I'm playing a game."

Fang Ran: "..."

Wearing a small buried cloak that seems to be unchanged for thousands of years, today is also dressed in a snail house with white legs in shirts and shorts. He is holding NS and playing the newly released King RISE.

Mu Cheng's slightly long and short hair was unkempt, staring at Fang Ran's expression for a while, and then solemnly repeated loudly:

"I'm playing a game!"

So I've said it all, no need to say it twice!

She couldn't help but hold down her brows, and Fang Ran looked down at her speechlessly, with a ‘should’t it’ expression on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and asked:

"Sister Orange, Masaka, have been playing games here every day since I saw you last time...?"

Hearing Fang Ran’s question, Mucheng’s dry salted fish’s face showed a hum, of course not, even if I would never be like this.

Then raised his face and answered without hesitation:

"of course!"

Fang Ran, with a complex complexion and couldn't bear to look straight, and at this moment came the thought that he must never become such.

Unlike the teenagers on the runway that I saw at first glance, the sweat and breath are like a youth inspirational film that gathers all the positive energy, which makes people feel different.

At the second glance, Mucheng is just the opposite of all negative collections.

It can be regarded as a negative example of a sense of crisis in an instant.

Fang Ran finds that every time he sees Mucheng, he can deeply stimulate his motivation to work hard...

"Sister Orange, can't you stay in the house? Why do you come here to play games every day..."

"Watching Little Jota work so hard, staying in the house will feel guilty."

Speaking solemnly, it seemed that the reason was such a reason, Mucheng stuffed something into his hand, and tried to make a watery pleading expression on his dry face:

"Xiao Fangran, will you please satisfy me?"

Then Fang Ran looked at a list of game homes filled with various limitations and collections in his hand.

Fell silent.

"Sister Orange, really you..."

"Eh~ Why are you here, Sister Recovery?"

"Wha...!!!"

As soon as I was about to sigh, I heard Mu Cheng's words looking behind him, Fang Ran's whole body went into a stiff, somehow he remembered a particularly clear dream.

In an instant, panic and hotness gushed out of his body, and he turned around like a stuck robot....

Then he didn't see the gentle and gentle figure at all.

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"Sister Orange, why did you say this suddenly (without fluctuation)."

"Well, I always feel like I want to say that all of a sudden (the dry matter version has no fluctuations)."

After silently staring at Mu Cheng's open-minded look for three seconds, Fang Ran activated [Chuangpai] without saying a word, and silently changed everything on the list to her.

Accepting the ‘hush money for closing a deal in a silent tacit agreement’, Mu Orange nodded seriously with a dull face:

"Don't worry, Xiao Fangran, it always feels like you have unilaterally and something unspeakable happened to Sister Recovery. I won't talk to Sister Ye Sheng and others."

Sister Orange, don't use this strange saying, it's as if I'm doing something shameful...

Her brows jumped wildly, and she was speechless. She was really just plain intuitive. After rolling her eyes, she greeted everyone in the night game and was about to leave.

Before Fang Ran turned around, he glanced at the young figure who was still running.

Come on, Jota...

"Xiao Fangran, I'll give it to you~"

There is no need to bring a tent overnight to get a bunch of ‘treasure’ easily, and Mucheng’s pleasing look on his face can’t hide behind him.

"Sister Orange, can you smile a little bit more fake..."

Speaking of her ‘hypocritical’ farewell, Fang Ran walked out of the gate of the training ground, followed by Mu Cheng to the hall.

Then I saw an extremely tall and slender figure with long burgundy curly hair and a slender suit.

"Eh, sister Ye Sheng? You are back..."

"Fang Ran, Mucheng?"

Entering from the gate, the imperial sister goddess has a strong aura to cover everything, and it was a little surprised to see them both. They just finished a job and returned to the night game.

"Um~lightnovelpub.net~ just came back,"

Ye Sheng nodded to them in response, and then also remembered Fang Ran's things, and the ink-colored pupils looked at his opening:

"Fang Ran, are you going for an internship in North America?"

"Ah...um."

After seeing Ye Sheng again after a long absence, Fang Ran still slightly nervously agreed in the face of the thrilling face under the burgundy beauty.

"Although it may be a little extra worry, but remember to pay attention to safety, and remember to come back immediately if you encounter any danger."

Even though he knew Ling's existence, Ye Sheng still exclaimed so uneasy.

"Ah...I know, I know, it's okay, sister Ye Sheng, I just go for an internship..."

"Ok."

Hearing this, he nodded, thinking about handling the follow-up work as soon as possible, Ye Sheng planned to turn around and walk towards the elevator.

Then at this moment when she just turned around,

-"Then I'm leaving, Ye Sheng..."-

The footsteps stopped abruptly, his eyes widened at this moment, and his thoughts seemed to be blank for a second.

Ye Sheng's expression was stunned.

After subconsciously flashing the figure of that person in her mind, she suddenly regained her senses, turned around in a hurry, and looked behind her.

Then see...

"Hmm! Sister Orange, what did you talk to me just now..."

"I always feel like I just want to talk."

"what!?!??"

Looking at the young man who has grown a lot compared to when he fainted when he first saw him, he looked at the appearance of him playing around with the figure around him.

Clear and mature in the sunlight in the lobby,

For some reason, Ye Sheng felt a certain familiarity...

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