Chapter Ninety-Six: Lu roared when he saw injustice

"I want to lose the bet, I'll order it, what do you two want?" asked the short-haired girl as she picked up her phone.

"Soda/mineral water. Zicheng and Xiang Kun said almost in unison, and after speaking, the two couldn't help but glance at each other.

The short-haired girl pouted slightly: "You can drink whatever you want, you don't need to save us money!

Xiang Kun nodded vigorously: "Then I'll drink mineral water." He ordered soda before, only took a sip, and although he didn't spit it out after entering the mouth, he still felt weird in his stomach and not very comfortable.

Zicheng also said: "Soda, mineral water, pure water, anything, I really don't want to drink other drinks and wine." ”

The short-haired girl was helpless, so she had to go to the bar and order them a glass of mineral water and a glass of soda.

After Xiang Kun used "A4 paper 1" to fool around and slightly calm the two sisters, he finally temporarily dominated the topic, so that Zicheng and the two sisters began to talk about some life topics, such as the experience abroad, such as the changes before and after returning to China, etc.

They also knew the names of the two sisters, the short-haired sister was named Zhang Qian, who had just returned from the UK, and the glasses sister was called Yang Jie, who was a master's student at the ** university near the bar.

Xiang Kun firmly regards himself as an excellent wingman, as long as Zicheng can control the rhythm of the chat, he basically does not interject.

But the two sisters are obviously still curious about the "magical" A4 paper, and from time to time they want to explore the reason why Xiang Kun was able to guess what numbers are written on the paper just now, and they also propose to play again.

But Xiang Kun made an excuse to refuse, this kind of mysterious thing, just show it once, and he didn't want to study the mystery of the A4 paper with them.

When the time was almost 11 o'clock, Zhang Qian and Yang Jie said that they were going back, but Xiang Kun and Zicheng didn't say anything, they just stood up and watched them leave.

Before taking the bag and leaving, the short-haired girl Zhang Qian suddenly said to Xiang Kun: "How about you give me that A4 paper?"

A pair of starry eyes looked at him expectantly.

"No, I'm going to take it as a family heirloom. Xiang Kun replied casually without a little hesitation.

"Then sell it to me?" asked Zhang Qian again.

"This paper is a ...... for selling your art, not for yourself," Xiang Kun continued.

"Hey, stingy!" Zhang Qian didn't say anything more, and left the bar with her friends.

After the figures of the two women disappeared, Zicheng looked back at Kun: "Hey, you didn't leave a WeChat or phone call for them or something?"

Xiang Kun glared at him: "I'm a wingman, you don't want them, why do I want them?"

Zicheng lowered his glasses and smiled: "Who is with whom, what kind of host wingman are divided between the two of us, they are all the same, they are all the same." ”

Xiang Kun was speechless, he also saw that his brother had gone to Ameritasia to "cultivate" for a few years, and there was still no change.

But having said that, Xiang Kun seems to be quite comfortable in the face of sister paper now, but he knows that this is because he has no desire when he gets along with these sister papers, and his attention is on his own ability and the various sensory information he obtains. In terms of data, on the one hand, because of the information obtained, he can accurately grasp the emotional changes of the other party when facing these sister papers, and can know which words of the other party are insincere, which words are true, and what topics he is most interested in, so it is much easier and easier to get along with them naturally.

"Let's go too, what time is your plane tomorrow?" Xiang Kun said.

Zicheng glanced at the time on his phone and said, "It's more than 11 o'clock at noon, there's no problem." Let's go, buy something to eat, and go to the hotel for a meeting. ”

When the two left the bar, they saw Zhang Qian and Yang Jie, who had left first, being pestered by several obviously drunk young people, who seemed to be inviting them to dance at the nearby Di Bar, but although they were both frowning, they did not seem flustered. After all, the security here has always been okay, and now there are a lot of pedestrians outside, there are cameras everywhere on the side, and there is a police booth on the street.

Seeing this situation, Zicheng hesitated for a moment, and whispered next to Xiang Kun: "Do you want to go over and help?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xiang Kun raise his mobile phone and shout to several drunk young people over there: "I have called the police! The police ——will come soon."

The word "come" even creates an echo.

He roared so loudly that not only Zicheng next to him, but also a few drunken young people over there, Zhang Qian and Yang Jie, and even a few passers-by nearby were scared.

Then the surroundings seemed to be instantly turned down by the ambient volume, and no one spoke, all of them cast their eyes on the bald head who had just walked out of the door of the bar, holding up his mobile phone.

"Call the police? report Nima to the police...... I ......" One of the drunk young men tried to rush towards Xiang Kun, but was stopped by his companion, and then staggered away while giving Xiang Kun a warning.

In the eyes of everyone, Xiang Kun put away his mobile phone casually, he didn't press the police call, he just scared those people.

Although he went directly to use his body in front of those drunks to isolate their harassment, he wanted to appear more manly and heroic, but Xiang Kun himself didn't think about anything to happen to those two sisters, and he didn't care about their perceptions. And according to the law, tomorrow is his blood-drinking period, and he doesn't want to be dragged into detention or something because of a fight with someone.

Zhang Qian smiled at Xiang Kun and said, "Are you a Buddhist lion roaring gong, I am about to have tinnitus when I am shocked." ”

Xiang Kun lifted his glasses, smiled, and pointed to the parking lot of the bar: "Where are we going, let's drop by the way?"

"No need, I called a taxi, and Xiaojie lives in the school, just a few steps away. Zhang Qian refused.

Xiang Kun originally just asked in passing, didn't say anything more, and after saying goodbye to the two directly, he went to drive with Zicheng.

After getting into the car, Zicheng suddenly said: "Eh, we seem to have forgotten to ask WeChat and phone again?"

Xiang Kun drove the car out of the parking lot with an expressionless face, slowly stopped when he passed by the door of the bar, and said to Zicheng: "You go down now and ask?"

"Why am I asking...... Uh, forget it, there won't be any development anyway, let's go, go buy something to eat. Zicheng shrank his head and said.

Looking at Magotan who stopped on the side of the road in front of him and drove away immediately, Zhang Qian frowned and said, "I thought they had another purpose and came at us, but I didn't expect to leave without leaving contact information?"

The glasses girl next to her, Paper Yang Jie, smiled: "What do you mean by coming to us, if you have another purpose, it can only come to you." But don't say it, I just came out and saw those three drunks, and my first reaction was that they were the two people who found them. But if they're trusted, this script is too bad, right, and they were scared away by calling the police?"

Zhang Qian snorted: "I thought that the taekwondo I had practiced for six years was finally about to usher in the first street fight......

"Yo, you're still quite sorry, don't be beaten down by a drunk, and I'll save you with wolf spray. But I look at the two guys in the bar...... It's not like someone specially sent to 'seduce' you, a bald head, a fat man......" Yang Jie said and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

"Yes, but if they didn't know our information and information in advance, how could they be so accurate?" Zhang Qian frowned, she never believed in Xiang Kun's so-called fortune-telling rhetoric, and from the beginning, she regarded Xiang Kun and Zicheng as people who talked to them with a purpose. It's just that as the chat deepened, she found that the deviation from what she expected was getting bigger and bigger, and these two people were not like the people she thought they were.

Yang Jie also nodded: "That A4 paper is also a bit magical, I can't figure it out, the place where I write, there is no monitoring, and there is no one on the side, how does he know that I write 'six'?

"Could it be that piece of paper is really weird? What kind of special magic prop?" Zhang Qian thought for a moment, at this time the car she called arrived, and she directly pulled Yang Jie's arm to get into the car: "Don't go to the dormitory at night, go to the hotel to chat with me." ”