Zhang San was walking briskly along the side of the street with his head bowed, and a beautiful and energetic girl trotted over from behind. After side by side, with a shake of his head, his long ponytail swayed with his footsteps, his face was ruddy, and he opened his mouth and asked:

"Hello, Deacon Zhang, I'm You Xin. A junior majoring in self-media, in the same school as you. I know you are wronged, because Sang Ming is a fake. I watched the video of her accusation, and the corners of my eyes flashed with excitement from time to time, this is not the mentality that a victim lady should have, it must be a false accusation. I ......"

"Classmate, you recognized the wrong person. Zhang San interrupted her rapid speech, such a long sentence, it was finished in 10 seconds, if he hadn't gained superhuman power, I really don't know what she was talking about.

You Xin was obviously stunned, and then said quickly: "Impossible, there is a lot of news about you in the media these days." Although it doesn't quite look like the one in the foil, the shape of the face, the straight nose, the forehead, the clothes and hairstyle ......"

Zhang San didn't want to dwell on this issue, so he jokingly asked, "Can you bring subtitles when you speak in the future?"

You Xin was stunned for a moment, and immediately ran in small steps to keep up with Zhang San's pace, and said so quickly:

"Is it possible to exchange contact information?"

"If you want to fall in love, but I only have the kind of damn thing. ”

You Xin's face was flushed, and the sun shone on her tiny earlobes, a layer of pink.

Zhang San picked up speed again, letting a few pedestrians who came from opposite sides throw her away for a distance. When I turned my head, I saw her looking at herself blankly, standing in place in a daze. Hey, there are no ear piercings on her soft earlobes. In these days, this kind of girl is rare.

Thinking of You Xin's statement, could it be that his whereabouts were exposed by the self-media? It is possible that with the ubiquitous surveillance and the self-media, it is indeed possible to lock his whereabouts. However, how much computing power does it take to extract your whereabouts?

Zhang San jumped on a bus and carefully sensed the direction of danger. This time it felt very strange, as if it was shrouded in a fog, nowhere thicker, and there was no boundary to be found.

The system is estimated to have lost patience, and the biggest boss can't persuade him back, and is ready to erase himself as a failed experiment.

Where should I go to avoid it without harming the innocent? Also, lazy candy is too useful for running for my life, should I go get some back?

Thinking of this, Zhang San began to change cars and went straight to Baima Street, hoping that the lazy candy had not been sold out.

White Horse Street at noon is very lively, although it is the popularity driven by Zhang San, but it has nothing to do with his absence. He walked in the shade of the trees beside the street, lowered his head and slowly approached the cake seller, when he suddenly felt another dangerous aura approaching rapidly. He hides behind a tree, looking for a source of danger.

At the door of the cake seller on the opposite street, there was a line of more than ten people, and Xiao Jiang's expression was a little melancholy. Next to the team, Xu Fuzhi leaned on the display cabinet and chatted with her sentence by sentence. Xiao He estimated that he was waiting for the fresh cake to come out next to the machine, and it seemed that the lazy candy and Tianting beans had been sold out.

On the other side of the street, Big Head and Poinsettia were rapidly approaching.

He was cold, it turned out to be the sense of danger they brought. Zhang San hid behind a tree, didn't dare to move or look in that direction. He combed his bangs with the five fingers of his left hand and pricked up his ears to listen.

“…… Zhang San looks big, but he is timid, Sang Ming's business is impossible, people take the initiative and it's almost the same, haha......" Xu Fuzhi's voice came, and Zhang San felt nervous for a while. What's the matter, this guy still uses his own topic to talk about awkwardly, don't you know it's dangerous?

Sure enough, he was heard by the big head and shouted arrogantly: "Where is Zhang San?"

This shout frightened Xu Fuzhi for a while. He turned around and saw the big fierce head behind him.

The crowd in line looked over, and some took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Xu Fuzhi's heart was relieved, Lang Lang Qiankun, in the Internet celebrity street at noon, how dare this bald head do anything to himself? Xiao Jiang is still behind him! He turned his head very quickly and saw that there was some panic in her eyes, and his boyfriend was full of strength for a while, and turned his head and said:

"Why are you telling you? Not a policeman. ”

The big head habitually patted the skull.

A crisp and beautiful voice sounded: "Then let me ask you, where is Zhang San, are you willing to say?"

"Wow, big beauty. Xu Fuzhi's heart trembled, how could such a stunner, which can only be admired in pictures, appear in reality? He stared at poinsettia, his mouth opened slightly, and his Adam's apple purred up and down.

"Huh?" Poinsettia snapped in disgust.

"Uh...... Can you add a WeChat?" Xu Fuzhi came back to his senses and hurriedly took out his mobile phone. I didn't expect Zhang San, this guy, to have such good peach blossom luck, and there are stunning beauties in mind.

"Spicy chicken, scum!" Poinsettia turned her head to look around.

"Appreciate your face......" Xu Fuzhi handed over the mobile phone, thinking in his heart that this beauty's WeChat can be bragged about in the company for several years.

With a "snap", Xu Fuzhi's wrist was inexplicably paralyzed, and then it spread all over his body, the mobile phone fell to the ground, and the person fell to the ground with a poof, and his whole body began to twitch.

Poinsettia made a move. She couldn't be annoyed, so she directly put Xu Fuzhi down with a ghost line, and looked at Xiao Jiang with her eyes.

Zhang San turned out from behind the tree, knowing that if he continued to hide, the cake seller would be smashed. For some reason, although he was deprived of the right to act as an agent/manager, he cherished this store in his bones.

I just saw the bald head dazzling, and the broken saber in his hand waved, stabbing at Xu Fuzhi. Blood splattered in the sun, and the queue dispersed in panic.

"No!" Zhang San shouted, rushing across the street. He clearly saw that Xu Fuzhi was writhing on the ground, and he couldn't even scream after being stabbed.

The big head didn't care at all, there was a blood-devouring light flashing in his eyes, and he raised his hand to stab again. Poinsettia turned her head and looked at Zhang San who rushed over, with a look of disdain on her face.

Xiao Jiang called out in surprise: "Boss Zhang." ”

Zhang San strode away, and a certain emotion in his heart was finally clear, which was "hate". Facing his friend's blood splashing under the big head, the hatred erupted like a volcano, and there was only one thought in his heart: "Lao Tzu must tear you apart!"

"Bang", the figure flashed in front of him, and a girl who ran away in a panic was knocked out four or five meters by him, hurriedly hugging the tree next to the sidewalk, and still sat on the ground.

Originally, with his reflexes, this kind of thing could not have happened, and the hatred made him distracted, and he only realized it after colliding with him, and he only had time to contain his strength.

The ghost line in Poinsettia's hand was like a spear, pointing at Zhang San. The big head stood up and looked at him with a hideous expression. Raising the broken saber in his hand, he rubbed it on his scalp. There was no blood on such a high-tech knife, but the action was full of provocation.

Xiao He ran to the door of the cake seller, saw Zhang San in the middle of the road, looked panicked and waved desperately, signaling him to flee quickly.

Poinsettia saw Zhang San stop and spit out a word: "Kill!"

The big head bent down and stabbed Xu Fuzhi again.

"Ahh

"your bald eighteenth generation ancestor!" Zhang San screamed wildly and pounced. What broken saber and ghost line are all left behind, I just want to save Xu Fuzhi and kill the bald guy.