At this time, Zhao Fan had countless pieces of shocking news passing through his mind.
"Is this the kind of hacker from The Matrix?"
"It's like this in movies too..."
Meng Fu spit out the beer bottle cap from his mouth, ignored Zhao Fan, walked over and turned on the computer's host switch, calmly.
"Snapped-"
The computer screen instantly goes black.
He returned to his gray and chirpy appearance.
Zhao Fan's voice stopped suddenly.
Meng Fu took a sip and found that the taste had changed a bit. She didn't care and glanced at Zhao Fan: "Are you ready? You'll do this from now on."
Zhao Fan, who had a bunch of hacker battles flashing through his mind, was speechless for a moment.
She looked at the computer as quiet as a chicken in bewilderment, almost suspecting that she had just been dazzled.
She nodded blankly.
Said he knew it.
"Have the books been packed?" Meng Fu looked away.
Zhao Fan slowly shook his head and said, "Right away."
Meng Fu went out for a trip and came back with a bunch of bottles and cans.
"What kind of perfume is this? It smells pretty good." Zhao Fan looked at the various colorful bottles and recognized that it was for perfume, but he didn't see any sign. It looked like groceries from a roadside stall. She asked while pretending she.
Meng Fu didn't look back, "I like to pick a bottle myself."
Zhao Fan likes perfume, and he still has a few bottles of limited-edition perfume in his hand that he doesn't want to use, but he didn't dislike Meng Fu's perfume and just took a bottle.
Three minutes later, Zhao Fan, who was helping Meng Fu pack the boxes, realized in hindsight, how could she suddenly become Meng Fu's servant
**
When Meng Fu came back, he packed up his books and took two notebooks.
Zhao Fan pulled the black suitcase, opened the door and went out.
There was a man wearing a baseball cap at the door. He was carrying takeout in one hand and raising the other hand as if he was about to knock on the door.
Zhao Fan looked up and saw a pair of deep and clear eyes, with a hint of alienation and sparkling with starlight. Even though she had seen countless beauties, she was still amazed, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
The man looked past Zhao Fan to Meng Fu behind her.
Meng Fu leaned against the door frame, raised his head, and yawned lazily: "Go in by yourself."
The man must be familiar with her room and went straight in.
After he entered, Zhao Fan stood on tiptoes and looked inside, "Who is he? What are he doing with you?"
"The neighbor across the street." Meng Fu said calmly.
Zhao Fan glanced at Meng Fu doubtfully.
Less than three minutes after entering, he came out again with a piece of paper in his hand.
Meng Fu glanced at the takeout he was carrying in his left hand: "Eating takeout again? Be careful of flies."
The man paused after hearing this, looked at her for a long time, gritted his teeth and said, "You still have such a venomous mouth, it looks good."
After saying that, he quickly walked into the opposite door and opened the door with the key.
The door slammed shut.
The ashes in front of Meng Fu's door were shaken away.
Zhao Fan said "tsk" and was very curious about Meng Fu's neighbor. He even got an occupational disease. He followed Meng Fu downstairs with his suitcase, "Why haven't I heard you mention that there is such a great neighbor? I didn't know about him." Are you interested in entering the entertainment industry? Do you have his contact information?”
Meng Fu's hands were beautiful, thin and long. They were the most beautiful hands Zhao Fan had ever seen.
When she was about to take the suitcase, Zhao Fan stopped her.
Subconsciously, I felt that this was an artist's hand, not suitable for such things.
Meng Fu threw the beer bottle into the trash can next to the neighbor's door and replied in a neutral tone: "Oh, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."
"will die."
**
Half an hour later, Meng Fu arrived at the "Best Idol" training camp.
When passing by the corridor of the training room, the two heard someone talking in the blind spot of the camera at the entrance of the stairs.
The voice was too low for Zhao Fan to hear clearly, but Meng Fu glanced at the stairs thoughtfully.
"Isn't that Ding Liuyue?" After taking two more steps, Zhao Fan saw one of them clearly and said in surprise.
Ding Liuyue is from Meng Fu's group. She is averagely popular, but very talented and a creative player.
Meng Fu said "hmm" and looked away: "Let's go."
Zhao Fan didn't think much and helped Meng Fu move his suitcase to the dormitory. Meng Fu went to find Chu Yue's training room by himself.
Chu Yue's team is all in the last training room.
When Meng Fu arrived, the other eight people were still training.
Everyone is training under the camera. The survival rule here is to learn to find the camera for yourself, find topics, and work hard in front of the camera, otherwise no one will be able to see you no matter how hard you work.
When Chu Yue saw Meng Fu coming, she wiped the sweat from her head. She walked over and gave Meng Fu the dance she had picked out all night, "Follow me first, don't ask me if you don't know."
She has a high nose, cool facial features, and is about 1.72 meters tall. She is an androgynous beauty that is currently popular in the circle.
Meng Fu took the phone and said, "Thank you."
Chu Yue nodded coolly, said nothing more, turned around and returned to the original position to continue practicing.
Meng Fu didn't click on his phone, he just leaned on the table and smiled lazily, "Hey."
Chu Yue stopped and looked sideways at her.
"Didn't you notice that our team is missing someone?" Meng Fu raised his hand, put his phone on the table, casually picked up a pen on the table, and slowly put his long hair up in preparation for practice.
Hearing this, Chu Yue took a careful look at the people in the room. Ding Liuyue was missing: "Liuyue is composing a song. It's noisy here and she can't calm down."
Meng Fu smiled and said, "I know."
At one o'clock in the morning, there were still two people practicing in the training room.
Chu Yue stopped, took a sip of water, and discussed the details of the dance with the girl next to her. "My mobile phone is still with Meng Fu. You can go to the dormitory with me to get it."
The girl next to her is Wei Jin, a rap player who is very good at rap. She is not good at dancing and her popularity is average. She has been actively studying with Chu Yue.
Chu Yue and Meng Fu were in the same dormitory.
The dormitory door is not locked.
When the two opened the door, they saw Meng Fu sitting on the ground, his upper body still pressed hard on his legs, revealing a small part of his thin and white waist.
Seeing the two people coming back, she calmly raised her eyes, turned a page of the book, and said hello to them: "Hi."
Wei Jin looked at her stiffly, "What are you doing?"
"Read a book and practice flexibility." Meng Fu's posture remained unchanged and he calmly turned another page as he spoke.
It looks like he can read books very quickly.
Wei Jin bets that no more than ten Meng Fu in the entire training camp can manage to perform this pose, unless they have been dancing since elementary school.
**
Early the next morning, Meng Fu yawned and went to the cafeteria with Chu Yue.
Wei Jin had also just entered the dining hall. After last night, she had a good feeling about Meng Fu. Despite her efforts, she felt that she was not as good as Meng Fu. Knowing that she was different from the rumors, she came over with a bowl and sat with them both. .
Seeing that Chu Yue seemed to be in a daze, she couldn't help but ask a few more questions.
Chu Yue paused, recalling what she saw when she woke up in the morning. She paused and said expressionlessly: "She slept like a horse last night."
Wei Jin was speechless for a moment. She looked at Meng Fu who was waiting for the fried eggs: "...pervert, monster!"
"Fortunately, she's tone-deaf." Wei Jin poked at the porridge and regained some confidence. He looked up and saw Ding Liuyue who had just arrived in the cafeteria. He waved to her, "Liuyue, here!"
Ding Liuyue looked at them, pursed her lips, and walked over with toast and apples.
"Can't we let Meng Fu leave our team?" Ding Liuyue sat next to Wei Jin and looked at Chu Yue, "You don't know how important this performance is to us?"
Chu Yue has always been cold-blooded and doesn't talk much. She has no explanation at this time. She has a strong team spirit. Meng Fu is a member of her team, so they are one.
Meng Fu's omelette was ready, she came over with the milk and sat next to Chu Yue.
As soon as she arrived, Ding Liuyue, who was talking, stopped talking.
I don't know if it's to guard against her or something else.
Meng Fu didn't care. He put the phone aside, took a bite of the omelette, and looked at Ding Liuyue: "Where did you fill in the song?"
Ding Liuyue ignored her.
Meng Fu swallowed the omelette and was not angry. He was smiling but not smiling. His peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with mist: "If you encounter any difficulties, tell me and I will help you fill them in."
help? In the entire training camp, no one knew that Meng Fu couldn't even recognize the musical notes, and Xi Nancheng was so angry with her that she went crazy.
She helps, how can she help
Ding Liuyue put away her plate without even looking at Meng Fu, as if she didn't hear Meng Fu's words: "I'm leaving."