Chapter 99: Male Protagonist, Come Gang Positive!

Passerby, passerby, passerby, cannon fodder, cannon fodder, passerby, passerby, male match, female match, passerby, passerby, male protagonist, passerby, passerby, key person of the event, passerby......

Ji An was about to write down the faces of the key figures in this strange event, but suddenly saw a few rows at the back of the crowd, and I don't know who suddenly rose above the head of a huge cloud, and then slowly formed two golden characters: male protagonist!

Thinking of seeing the villain label on his head in the mirror, Ji An only felt that the difference was huge!

Cannon fodder passers-by, it's just that the label specifications of the male and female are the same, Ji An's own villain label is the same handwriting, the same size, if you don't see the male protagonist's label, Ji An still thinks that this label is the same.

But now he knows, no, there is a difference between the male protagonist and the villain.

Looking at the two golden characters rising in the distance, and then seeing the dazzling male protagonist, Ji An felt that it was difficult for him to ensure that his mentality would not collapse.

The unwillingness to see the villain label for the first time has resurfaced at this moment.

He's just not convinced!

The male protagonist stands in the last row, which is very revealing.

Standing in such a backward position, it means that this person is either withdrawn, or he is low in strength and easy to be excluded by others.

In terms of family background, appearance, and character, Ji An has never been afraid of anyone.

This kind of guy who doesn't have the strength at first glance and doesn't have the ability to climb up, why is he a villain, and the other party is the male protagonist!

Blocked by more than 4,000 students, blocked by more than 4,000 heads, Ji An can't see the face of the male protagonist, but it doesn't matter, the label is so big, the handwriting is so bright, and the disciple peak of the Taoist Academy is so big, the two will meet sooner or later.

Ji An said secretly in his heart: "This matter is not over, I want to see what you are the male lead." ”

Qiu Fan Zhenren's face is not very good-looking, he is worried that the other party's death in the Taoist courtyard will not end well, it does not mean that he can sit back and watch the other party act willfully.

As soon as Ouyang Dong looked at Qiu Fan's face, he knew that his cousin was about to have a catastrophe, and he didn't know whether he was gloating a little more or having more other emotions.

However, just about to make a move, he saw Ji An bowing respectfully in his direction: "Real person, I'm done." ”

Qiu Fan Zhenren really wanted to yell at Ji An: It's over, do you know what kind of bastard you are talking about?

But he can't, in front of so many students, he is a real person, representing the face of the Taoist Academy, and he can't easily lose his temper and lower everyone's impression of the Taoist Academy.

Qiu Fan Zhenren casually crushed the angry thoughts that emerged in his consciousness, refilled his friendly smiling faces, came to the stage to replace Ji An, and said remedially: "Don't be discouraged, you must know that in this academy, there is never a shortage of students who come from behind and counterattack strongly. ”

Ji An watched from the audience, saw Ouyang Dong hiding to the side, and didn't stretch out his hand to summon him back, he was thinking about the male protagonist in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel depressed, and when he heard the bowl of chicken soup that begged the real person, he couldn't bear it or couldn't help it, and put some heart-piercing arsenic into it: "What about the proportion?

If you really rely on meditating all day long and absorbing such a little bit of escaping aura between heaven and earth to cultivate, then you will have to be able to counterattack and slap your face in the year of the monkey.

The reason is that this is true, but the people around Ji An still want to say that mom sells criticism.

Ask the real person to glare at Ji An in the audience: "During my speech, individual students should not interject." ”

When the words fell, I felt that this sentence was too targeted, and I wanted to cover it up and added: "Don't whisper, everyone." ”

was glared at by the real person, and Ji An immediately became honest.

For a Jindan real person, he still has to respect it, so as not to be said by others that he does not respect his teacher.

The key is that Ji An is honest now, it's too late, when he begs a fan to open his mouth to wholesale chicken soup again this time, no one buys it, and all of them are lazy in spirit, like a salted fish that will not turn over no matter how much they preach.

Qiu Fan Zhenren saw that he was doing useless work, so he simply stopped distributing chicken soup, and said: "Okay, no matter how detailed things are, you can slowly understand them after you enter school, I will say so much, the last bit of time, is the freshman to answer questions, if you want to ask, raise your hand and ask." ”

While everyone was looking at each other, Ji An raised his hand with a brush.

Without waiting for the real person's eyes to ignore him, Ji An raised his voice and said, "Excuse me, can the college cafeteria cook by itself?"

Afraid that Ji An would come again to mix some arsenic, the real person who asked for a fan heard this question, his face was slightly softened, and he replied with a smile: "The freshman has answered questions for so many years, and this student is the first to ask this kind of question, why, you just wanted to grab business with the canteen aunt? But don't worry about their craftsmanship, the guys in the academy are all good, color, flavor, and flavor." ”

Without waiting for the rest of the people to burst into laughter, Ji An replied wistfully: "It's not good that the food is exquisite, alas, I can't eat some home-cooked dishes." ”

After saying that, he shook his head rather regretfully.

The rest of the students looked at him with complicated expressions.

the chicken, this is already an act of showing off wealth!

It's not good to say that the food is exquisite, and that you want to eat some home-cooked side dishes, which is a common problem for the children of the Xiuzhen family who are used to living a good life?

The more they listened, the more jealous they felt.

Even those students whose family backgrounds are quite good in this batch of students After hearing this, they also felt that Ji An was so shameless, and they didn't forget to show off that they were tired of eating delicacies from the mountains and seas by answering questions.

At the same time, these people are also aware of the gap between themselves and Ji An.

At least a few of them haven't gotten tired of eating, which means that their current material living standards can't reach the height of Ji An.

For a while, another batch of labels unfolded around Ji An.

However, Ji An's mind is now on the person with the word "male lead" in the back row, where will he pay attention to this group of small shrimps.

Qiu Fan Zhenren really felt that he didn't agree with Ji An at this moment, and he was also angry, but what Ji An said was the truth, no insult or rudeness, but he was a little pierced in his heart, and it didn't reach the point of inappropriate words and deeds, he couldn't treat him even if he was angry.

And his goal has also been achieved, not only has it been achieved, but the effect is quite good, looking at the excitement of the crowd below, if he is not pressing here, it is estimated that he will rush up and beat Ji An in the next second.

Ji An is now not only a goal that the students want to catch up with, but also a rather perfect and solid target.

A picture that he likes to see in the future came to mind, and he waved his hand to the following: "Cough, since you all have nothing to ask, the Q&A is over, now the magic circle is not opened, the courtyard behind me is the same, you can choose one and end the meeting." ”

After speaking, he raised his sleeves and flew away in the air.