Meng Fan hugged a robber tightly, relying on his weight to push him down on the seat.
Bang, bang.
Meng Fan knew he was cold.
No matter how thick the fat is, it can't stop the bullet.
The only thing to be happy about is that my sudden action bought some time for the air police and staff on the plane, or it may be because I desperately suppressed one of the robbers and gave the other passengers courage. The bandits are all subdued, the plane is safe, and the passengers are also safe, but I...
His life is ordinary and honest, he doesn't even dare to shoot mosquitoes too deadly, at most he just dares to face all kinds of teachers on the screen and holds hundreds of millions of lives in his hands. Meng Fan never thought that his dead fat house would encounter hijack Such a burst of light of life.
Did justice give me courage, or was it secondary school
In short, let alone, it was very cool and hearty.
Do you regard death as home
impossible!
Meng Fan, who was getting weaker and weaker, really felt the passing of his life and regretted it.
Looking back on his short life like a flashback, Meng Fan unexpectedly found that there are so many people and things that he regrets and regrets.
I don't want to die!
These were the words Meng Fan wanted to shout out the most before he lost consciousness, but unfortunately, he had no strength left.
… .
"Wake up, wake up!"
Meng Fan opened his eyes in a daze and saw a familiar face. He seemed to realize something, sat up suddenly, and exclaimed in surprise, "Everyone around, why are you here? Am I still alive?"
"Hey, I'm here to wake you up, or else I'm going to class in the morning! Also, if you don't go to class today, you're really not far from death."
Zhang Zhou frowned and lost a word, and left the dormitory.
"I'm in the bedroom?"
After Meng Fan saw the surrounding environment clearly, he was dumbfounded, and then slapped himself hard, and then he climbed off the bed, looked here, moved there, and slapped himself a few times, it was very painful , Make sure you are not dreaming.
"I'm not dead! And..."
Meng Fan grabbed his phone and looked at the date. He was stunned for a long time before bursting out with a sentence: "I have time traveled, time travel to three months ago!"
After repeated confirmation, Meng Fan started to get messy after the surprise receded.
I actually crossed over.
The past seemed like a dream.
No, strictly speaking, in Meng Fan's view, now is more like a dream.
He went into the bathroom and took a shower to calm himself down.
"I will become a member of the time-traveling party one day. Is it rewarded for doing good deeds, or is my obsession too frightening before my death, so that the will of the universe brought me back to life? Or is it both?"
"Ma Dan, why did you only time travel to three months ago instead of three years ago? This rewinding time is also a bit too short!"
"Other people can travel through time without being a tiger body, shaking the overlord's momentum, and becoming a legend, at least they can become a successful person! But if I go back and travel for three months, what can I change? It seems that there is no big deal in these three months." Happened, there is no fulcrum to pry life!"
"Asshole, why doesn't I have the habit of buying lottery tickets!"
"Where's the gold finger? Isn't a member of the time-traveling party at least equipped with a gold finger? Why don't I have one?"
"Where is the sound of Didi, at least install a system for me!"
"...."
People are like this, there will always be more desires after satisfaction.
"Well, it's good to be alive! The will of the universe actually let me live again, so this time I must not have so many regrets!"
"I want to fall in love! I want to have a first love! I want to go to Jay Chou's concert! I want to go to Neon to watch comic exhibition! I want to..."
"Um?"
Meng Fan suddenly found something in his mind. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but immediately thought of "Golden Finger", but when he looked carefully, he became dazed.
"Try, persevere, and achieve a better life!"
Meng Fan had only these words in his mind, and nothing else.
"Knock Nima, is this bowl of chicken soup my golden finger? Can you have some snacks!"
Meng Fan didn't know what to say.
"Hold the grass, you are still here! Hurry up, the witch is calling your name today, if you don't go, you will die!"
A classmate who got up late in the next dormitory saw that the door of 402 was still open, and saw Meng Fan yelling in a daze, and hurried downstairs.
"I won't die, how could I die."
After Meng Fan replied foolishly, he hurriedly packed up and went to the classroom. The "witch" roll call was no joke, although there was a special relationship between them that outsiders didn't know about.
Suddenly returning to the campus three months ago, Meng Fan was still not used to it, it was hot.
After finally getting through the summer and autumn tigers, now Nima is going to do it again!
The hot weather also has an advantage, at least the ladies and sisters who come and go are still dressed coolly.
Meng Fan is a third-year student at the School of Film and Animation Art of Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts. He majored in animation. After more than two years, it can be said that he has almost killed his interest since he was a child.
The ladies and sisters in the Academy of Fine Arts are all very good-looking and temperamental, and their clothes are also very good-looking. Of course, the most important point is that there are so many girls!
A male to female ratio of 1:4 is still polite.
Well, even so, Meng Fan, who is in his junior year, still has never been in a relationship!
This was Meng Fan's biggest obsession before his death.
Reborn, Meng Fan vowed to have a relationship!
"Brother Afan, what are you thinking, people are almost hitting the railing!"
A slender girl appeared in front of Meng Fan, carrying a drawing board, wearing a long white dress, with a smile on her face, talking close to her, the fragrance was overwhelming, like a musk lily in full bloom.
"Ah... Weiwei, um, go to class." Meng Fan greeted Tang Weiwei with a smile, "Are you going to the studio?"
This beautiful girl is Meng Fan's junior, not only a college junior, but also from the same high school and elementary school, and lives in the same community.
They have known each other since they were young, but they didn't meet much, and it was the same in high school. After coming to the Academy of Fine Arts, the two of them kept in touch frequently. People in different places can always have a lot of common topics, and as a senior, Meng Fan also took good care of Tang Weiwei.
Tang Weiwei was a year younger than Meng Fan, and she was studying oil painting at the Academy of Painting and Art.
"I heard that brother Afan is not in good condition recently, let's work hard!" Tang Weiwei waved her small fist at Meng Fan, and emitted light waves of encouragement cutely, "I'm going to the studio, let's have dinner together when we are free. Haven't seen each other for a few days."
Said, waved his hand.
"Well, Weiwei, wait a minute."
Meng Fan stopped Tang Weiwei, scratched his head, gritted his teeth secretly, looked into Tang Weiwei's eyes, and said, "Well... Weiwei, I, I like, like you, you can be my girlfriend! "
Tang Weiwei froze for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "Brother Afan, stop joking."
"I'm not kidding!"
Meng Fan's voice was a little trembling, it was the first time in his life to confess his love to a girl.
Very tense, very exciting, and very disturbed.
"Brother Afan, you are a good person. But..." Tang Weiwei issued the card decisively, "But I don't want to fall in love right now, I'm too busy studying. Or, I'll introduce you to a girl on the next date... Well, that's it, Alright, I'm going to class now."
After speaking, Tang Weiwei quickly ran away.
I treat you like a friend like an older brother, yet you actually want to sleep with me... Well, Tang Weiwei could tell that Meng Fan must have a crush on her, but she didn't expect him to confess his love so suddenly.
…
Meng Fan was dumbfounded, staying where he was like a wooden chicken.
It wasn't because of being rejected by Tang Weiwei—in fact, he knew that his chance of being rejected was 99%, it was just that he didn't want to be so scruples and regretted it again, and just said it if he liked it—but because his voice appeared in his mind.
"Drip! Trigger the achievement mission [A Good Man]."
"The mission request confession was rejected 100 times."
"Complete the task and get the [A Good Man] achievement title (hand speed +10)."
"Drip! The confession was rejected once, and the [A good person] mission progress 1 was completed. Rewards: Achievement points +1, hand speed +1."