I've been writing a new book for a few months, and now I finally have a happy beginning, are my former friends still there? Can we fight together in the new book "Super Masters on Campus"?

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During the beginning of the school year, the bullet train to Hangzhou was overcrowded, and at a glance, all of them were high school students wearing student uniforms.

They talked and laughed, and their faces were full of smiles of reunion after a long absence.

It's just that Zhang Fan, who was in the same carriage, couldn't laugh at all.

Because he didn't go to school, but was entrusted by the old man to pick up girls!

Just thinking about it, Zhang Fan felt a headache.

I have always been soaked, where have I soaked others?

Originally, it was okay to pick up girls, but I heard that the woman was a rich daughter, as beautiful as a fairy, and a peerless beauty in ten thousand......

How good is that?

"Alas-" Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, the beautiful high school student sitting on Zhang Fan's right turned her head and glanced at Zhang Fan.

"Little sister, you're working hard." This sentence was not said by Zhang Fan, but by the obscene middle-aged uncle sitting on the other side of Zhang Fan.

At this moment, Zhang Fan is sitting in the middle of the three-person position of the bullet train, on his right, there is a beautiful high school student with quiet and natural long hair, and on the left, there is a middle-aged uncle with obscene Mediterranean eyes.

Zhang Fan was unfortunately sandwiched between the two.

"Yes." The beautiful high school student nodded and continued to look at the high school textbook in her hand.

"What high school did you go to?" The middle-aged uncle continued to ask.

The beautiful high school student smiled awkwardly and did not answer the middle-aged man's question.

This time, even a fool can see that other beauties don't want to pay attention to you.

However, the middle-aged uncle still didn't give up, and glanced at Zhang Fan, who was dressed in tatters and dressed as a rural person.

I saw that he was not good-looking, obviously a poor rural person, but he wore an earring and pretended to be non-mainstream, and with a roll of his eyes, he found a way to attract girls.

"Young man, you also went to Hangzhou to study?" The middle-aged uncle asked, his eyes full of disgust.

"Go to work." Zhang Fan replied simply.

"I said, if you're dressed like this, how can you go to school, how about it? Rural life is hard, right? The middle-aged uncle pretended to be very concerned.

"Huh?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows.

"I saw that you came out to work at a young age, and you were wearing tattered clothes and sighed all the time, and I guessed it immediately." The middle-aged uncle shook his head, looking fake, "Alas, the current rural children are really miserable, they come out to work after finishing primary school, and some even start doing manual work before finishing primary school, and the calluses on their hands are as thick as ginger, which is really chilling." ”

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, the beautiful high school student turned his head and glanced at Zhang Fan.

This scene was seen by the middle-aged man, and he hurriedly took advantage of the victory to pursue: "I see that you look malnourished, and you probably have been living a poor life without enough food and clothing, right?" No, I have three dollars here for you to take first, and then get out of the car and buy a baked cake to satisfy your hunger. Alas, every time I see you rural people come out to work, I will feel unbearable, no, I will donate a little money to the poor mountainous areas every year, which can be regarded as a small contribution for our great motherland and the poor mountain people. ”

"Little sister, do you think I'm right?" The middle-aged uncle saw that his words attracted the attention of the beautiful high school student, and hurriedly accosted her.

A beautiful high school student has a complicated expression on her face.

"Little sister, what kind of book are you reading? To tell you the truth, I used to be a top student in school, so I might be able to give you some pointers. After speaking, the middle-aged man tilted his body and leaned towards the high school student.

"Evaluation to the fourth power of 6." At this time, Zhang Fan, who had not spoken, finally spoke.

"Huh?" The middle-aged uncle was stunned.

"Farewell, who is the author of Cambridge? What are the high school math formulas? Who was Lu Xun's original name Zhou? Didn't you say you were a top student? Answer quickly! Zhang Fan's voice became louder and louder, causing the passengers in the carriage to look over one after another.

"This ......" The middle-aged man looked embarrassed, and he couldn't answer.

He couldn't have imagined that this rural man, who seemed to be simple and stupid before, would be able to ask such a profound question.

"If you want to talk to someone's young lady, you have to hide it, and you try to stand on the moral supremacy to hit me to attract her attention?" The more Zhang Fan spoke, the louder he became.

"Little brother, you, you misunderstood...... middle-aged man hurriedly waved his hand, and found that the people around him were looking at him, and his expression was extremely embarrassed.

"What's wrong with the rural people? Rural people are destined to die? I haven't graduated from primary school yet, you're a top student, what do you want to prove? Our rural hands are covered with calluses, and your hands are golden? Look at it, you specially give Lao Tzu a good look, have you ever seen such a beautiful hand like me? Yes?! Zhang Fan put his hand in front of the middle-aged man's eyes and shook it back and forth, questioning hysterically.

"I, I'm ......" the middle-aged man was speechless for a while.

Where did he think that the rural man in front of him spoke so sharply, and the words were like knives, the key was that this guy's hands were still beautiful and hopeless, green and orderly, like mutton fat and jade.

Is this still a hand? This is simply a piece of peerless jade!

"What am I? I look at your Mediterranean-like hairstyle, the shape of your windward wet shoes, you are almost fifty, and you are still thinking about the old cow eating tender grass, are you human? Zhang Fan was filled with righteous indignation, splitting his head and covering his face was a big scolding, and the middle-aged man was scolded with blood, and he couldn't straighten his waist.

"Well said little brother!"

It may be that Zhang Fan's scolding was full of momentum and reasonableness, which caused the onlookers to applaud.

"This ......" middle-aged man wants to save a little face.

"What is this? If you dare to be verbose, break your dog's legs! Zhang Fan directly interrupted him.

After scolding, Zhang Fan didn't bother to pay attention to this shameless middle-aged man, if he hadn't pulled himself in for ulterior purposes, he wouldn't have bothered to take care of him at all.

Seeing the reactions of the passengers around him, the middle-aged uncle's face blushed, although he was unwilling, but he was powerless to refute.

"You know functions?" At this time, the beautiful high school student took the initiative to talk to Zhang Fan.

"Not only can I know functions, but I also look at the number of fates."

"Oh? Can that ......?"

"Resolutely not!" Zhang Fan immediately refused.

"Why not, just help me see." The beautiful high school student looks a little lost.

"That'...... All right. Zhang Fan is a person who pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, so he naturally can't bear to see the beautiful high school student show this expression, "I see my fate as different from others, and I need to touch my bones." ”

"Huh? I thought it was palmistry? The beautiful high school student was stunned.

"Ah what? Feel the bones to see more clearly. ”

"This ......" the beautiful high school student hesitated.

"I don't like to see it or not." Zhang Fan shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

The beautiful high school student pursed her lips, but after all, she couldn't resist the curiosity in her heart, nodded and agreed: "Okay then." ”

"Made, it's a good move to retreat." The middle-aged uncle on the side hated itchy.

At that moment, Zhang Fan held the willow waist of the beautiful high school student and began to touch his bones and look at his face......

In the end, Zhang Fan had to admit that this beautiful high school student was in really good shape.

"Ahem, your name is Lin Xi, right?" Zhang Fan spoke.

"How do you know?"

"Heaven must not be divulged." Zhang Fan pretended to be unfathomable, "In addition, you will encounter a marriage today, and if you miss it, you will be single for the rest of your life." ”

"So serious?" Lin Xi was shocked.

"Yes, so you have to hold on tightly, and don't let go." Zhang Fan's face was solemn.

"That'...... What kind of person is he? Lin Xi couldn't wait to ask.

"This person, surnamed Zhang, is eighteen years old, and he is a person who is destined to be ordinary...... Ah! It's amazing. Suddenly, Zhang Fan seemed to have discovered something, and he was amazed.

"What's wrong?"

"This boy surnamed Zhang is too handsome, right?"

"What, what's the handsome method?" Lin Xi looked expectant.

"It's hard to describe, in short, a fight with me."

……

Soon, the bullet train arrived at the station, and Zhang Fan got off the train with Lin Xi.

"Where are you going later?" Lin Xi asked, looking a little reluctant.

"Hangcheng High School." Zhang Fan replied.

Lin Xi was overjoyed: "Me too." ”

"Such a coincidence? Let's go with us. Zhang Fan pretended to be surprised, and then took the initiative to stretch out his hand to Lin Xi.

Lin Xi hesitated, blushed, and obediently followed behind Zhang Fan.

Looking at Lin Xiqiao's slightly red face, the middle-aged uncle shed sad tears.

Is there any mistake? Now the rural routine is deeper than the city?

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