I can accurately read Fangran's inner cry from his expression at this moment. Looking at him being strangled from behind by the magician,

The eldest young master came close to him with a helpless expression, put his arm on his shoulder, and shook his head with emotion as if he was worried about him:

"Brother Fangran, no matter how conservative I say it, you are now an elite participant in the new generation of our night game, a talented new star who has won the national war,"

"No matter where you are, you can pursue the status of a few rich families with ease. There is no need to let yourself live such an ascetic life..."

You should be more abstinent for me...

Listening to this big prodigal who spends most of the year wandering around and is always surrounded by all kinds of beauties on her social media account, she actually speaks in such a tone as to persuade her prodigal son to turn back.

Fangran, who had given up struggling and grabbed Fang Shu's arm like a backhand horizontal bar, stared at him expressionlessly and remained speechless.

"Do you need me to introduce you to some beauties, brother Fangran?"

Facing his unmoved expression, the eldest young master smiled frivolously in the tone of "we are all men":

"By the way, what do you think of the tickets I gave you last time?"

"(°Д°?) You still have the nerve to mention it!"

During the period of recuperation before leaving for Midnight, although I had been staying at Beijing University, Fangran would still contact everyone in the night bureau in the group if nothing happened.

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

Almost immediate social death.

"Don't change the subject! Xiao Fang, tell me honestly, what did you do last Christmas? Did you secretly go to Fenghuaxueyue!?"

Increasing the strength of his arms, Fang Shu asked with gritted teeth. When he heard what he said, Fang Ran, who knew that he had been drinking and drinking with the eldest young master for the past two months, immediately shouted:

"Brother Fang Shu, you still have the nerve to criticize me. You know that you have been having sex all day long during this period!"

Then I realized that I couldn’t get out of trouble on my own, so I started shouting 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 her clone is not in the restaurant either. Give up, brother Fangran."

"Ahhh!"

As soon as they met, they became lively. Looking at the black-haired young man who was 'welcomed' by the alchemist and the eldest young master,

In the end, the magician, while laughing helplessly, spoke up to save Fang Ran.

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

"Ah, I went to Los Angeles for a short-term exchange internship arranged by the school. I suddenly learned about it after taking the exam yesterday."

Hearing the magician's warm voice asking him about what he had asked in the group chat last night, Fangran sighed helplessly and answered.

"Oh, internship, Xiao Fang, are you going there to experience unattended life and exciting bad places in the name of internship?"

"Yeah, it's true that foreign women are very open-minded. I don't know if Brother Fangran will be able to resist temptation after you go there."

Why is it premised on me going to that kind of place...

I was speechless whether the brain circuits of these two guys were only about debauchery or debauchery, or it was the magician's words that made Fangran feel the reliability from his seniors.

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

"Well, I understand."

"Don't worry, with young man Fangran's strength, there should be no problem."

At the same time as he nodded in agreement, he heard the uncle still lazily agreeing, and knew that this man who obviously had a job as a people's teacher had also joined the eldest young master and the alchemist.

Fangran moved her eyes to look at the shame in his heart.

Uncle, do you really not need to teach Qing Ning at this time...

Then at the moment when he was thinking about this, Fangran's eyes froze and he looked at the uncle who was slumped on the sofa.

Suddenly it feels a little familiar.

"Uncle...Have I seen you somewhere recently..."

Feeling that the figure in front of him seemed inexplicably familiar, he murmured instinctively. Fangran asked this question in a daze, and then received a lazy answer from the uncle without even raising his hand:

"What are you saying all of a sudden? After saying hello, just walk away quickly. Don't disturb the old man to recharge for the night."

After being speechless for a second, the word "recharge one's energy" is really appropriate. Fangran stood up and signaled, turned around and left, and looked at his walking back,

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

Huh, I almost got recognized by this guy...

...

Little did he know that Ge You, one of the figures who had been tidying up for a month in the midnight illusion, had just collapsed in front of him and left the second floor of the dining area where the participants were.

Fangran took the elevator and arrived at the underground training ground floor.

There is a 400-meter track and a large circle of underground C-level training ground, which instantly brings back memories of every day’s training during the summer vacation.

Heat, sweat, no energy, out of breath, throat on fire, exhausted every day,

But full of contentment.

Walking into this familiar place, inside the huge space with pure white technology, the first thing Fangran saw was,

It's the boy running on the track.

He has short hair, no glasses, and still has a thin body. He is running hard on the plastic track, sweating profusely.

The swaying figure didn't even notice that he was coming. He probably had no consciousness other than running down.

Fangran knew it all too well after having experienced this at a distance of even one thousand meters. From such a long distance, he even felt that he could hear Jota's violent breathing.

My body is weaker than I was at that time. If I was disturbed in this state, I might not be able to run anymore. I didn’t step forward to disturb him.

Fangran just kept watching quietly,

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

After watching him for a long time, watching him run around and around, he finally turned his attention and turned his attention to the existence he saw at the second glance.

A 'large hamster spirit' had brushed against his leg at some point.

"Um...Sister Chengzi, what are you doing..."

"I'm playing a game."

Fang Ran: "..."

Wearing a small cloak that seems to have remained unchanged for thousands of years, today she is still dressed in a shirt, shorts, and big white legs. She is holding a NS and playing the recently released fierce man Wang Rise.

Mucheng's slightly longer short hair was disheveled. He stared at Fangran's expression for a while, and then solemnly repeated loudly:

"I'm playing a game!"

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

Fangran couldn't help but hold down his twitching brows. He lowered his head and stared at her wordlessly, with a 'should I do it' look on his face. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly and asked:

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

Hearing Fangran's question, Mucheng's face showed a "Huh, of course not, even I would never do this" chuckle.

Then he raised his face and answered without hesitation:

"certainly!"

Fangran's face was complicated and he couldn't bear to look at it, and at this moment, he had the idea that it must not be like this.

It is different from the boy on the runway that I saw at first sight, sweat and breath, like a youth inspirational film that gathers all the positive energy, which makes people feel moved.

The second time I saw Mu Cheng, it was simply a collection of all the negative aspects that were completely opposite to it.

It can be called a negative example that makes people feel a sense of crisis instantly.

Fangran found that every time he saw Mucheng, he was deeply inspired to work hard...

"Sister Chengzi, can't you just stay at home? Why do you come here to play games every day..."

"Seeing little Jota working so hard makes me feel guilty staying in the house."

Mucheng said the reason in a serious manner, and stuffed something into his hand, trying hard to make a watery pleading expression on his face:

"Xiao Fangran, can you please satisfy me?"

Then Fangran looked at a list of various limited and collectible game items in his hand,

fell into silence.

"Sister Chengzi, tell the truth, you..."

"Hey~ Sister Su Xushu, why are you here?"

"Varied...!!!!!!"

Just when he was about to sigh and speak, Fangran froze when he heard Mucheng's words as he looked behind him. He recalled a dream that he remembered particularly clearly for some reason.

In an instant, panic and heat surged out of his body, and he turned around like a stuck robot...
To be continued...