Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 5 005 Mysterious Counter

  At this time, Zhao Fan had already passed countless pieces of shocking news in his mind.

  "Is this the kind of hacker in The Matrix?"

   "It's the same in the movie..."

  Meng Fu spit out the lid of the beer bottle in his mouth, ignoring Zhao Fan, walked over and pressed the switch of the computer's mainframe without rushing.

"Snapped--"

  The computer screen goes blank for a moment.

  Regained the appearance of gray chirps.

   Zhao Fan's voice stopped abruptly.

  Meng Fu took a sip, the taste changed a little, she didn't care, she glanced at Zhao Fan, "Will you be? I will do this in the future."

  A bunch of hacker wars flashed through Zhao Fan's mind, but for a while, there was nothing to say.

  She looked at the quiet computer strangely, and almost suspected that she was dazzled just now.

  She nodded blankly.

   means that he will.

  "The book is ready?" Meng Fu looked back.

  Zhao Fan shook his head slowly, "Immediately."

  Meng Fu went out for a trip, and then brought back a bunch of bottles and cans.

"What kind of perfume is this? It smells good." Zhao Fan looked at the colorful bottles and recognized that this was a perfume, but she didn't see any signs, like groceries from a roadside stall, she asked as she installed it. she was.

  Meng Fu did not look back, "I like to pick a bottle by myself."

  Zhao Fan is a good perfume. He still has a few bottles of limited-brand perfume that he is reluctant to use. However, he didn't dislike Meng Fu's perfume and took a bottle directly.

  Three minutes later, Zhao Fan, who had been conscientiously helping Meng Fu organize the box, reacted afterwards. How could she suddenly become Meng Fu’s servant?

  **

  Meng Fu packed up his books when he came back and took two notebooks.

  Zhao Fan pulled the black suitcase and opened the door to go out.

  At the door, there was a man wearing a baseball cap. He was holding the takeaway in one hand and was raising the other, as if he was about to knock on the door.

  Zhao Fan looked up, and saw a pair of deep and clear eyes, with three-point distance, shining with broken stars, even if she had seen countless beauties, she was also surprised, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

  The man looked over Zhao Fan and looked at Meng Fu behind her.

  Meng Fu leaned against the door frame, looked up, and yawned lazily: "Go in by yourself."

  The man should be familiar with her room and went straight in.

  After he entered, Zhao Fan stood on tiptoe and looked inside, "Who is he? Why are you looking for?"

  "The neighbor on the opposite side." Meng Fu said indifferently.

  Zhao Fan glanced at Meng Fu suspiciously.

  In less than three minutes, he came out again, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

  Meng Fu glanced at the takeaway he was carrying in his left hand: "Eating takeaway again? Watch out for flies."

  The man heard the words, looked at her for a long while, gritted his teeth and said: "The mouth is still so poisonous, it looks very good."

  After finishing speaking, he walked quickly into the opposite door and opened the door with the key.

   Shut the door with a "bang".

  The ashes in front of Meng Fu's door were all shaken away.

Zhao Fan gave a "tsk" and was very curious about Meng Fu's neighbor. He also developed an occupational disease. He followed Meng Fu downstairs with his suitcase, "Why didn't you hear that there is such a top neighbor? I don't know him. Are you interested in entering the entertainment industry, do you have his contact information?"

  Meng Fu's hands are beautiful, thin and long. They are the best-looking hands Zhao Fan has ever seen.

  When she was about to take the suitcase, Zhao Fan directly stopped her.

  Subconsciously feel that this is a pair of artist's hands, not suitable for these things.

  Meng Fu threw the beer bottle into the trash can by the neighbor’s door, and replied neither salty nor light: "Oh, I advise you to get rid of this thought 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 at the blind corner of the camera at the stairway.

  The voice was too small for Zhao Fan to hear clearly, but Meng Fu glanced at the stairs thoughtfully.

  "Isn't that Ding Liuyue?" After taking another two steps, Zhao Fan saw one of them clearly and said in surprise.

  Ding Liuyue belongs to Meng Fu's group. She is generally popular, but very talented. She is a creative player.

  Meng Fu let out an "um" and looked back: "Let's go."

  Zhao Fan didn't think too much, so he helped Meng Fu's box move to the dormitory, and Meng Fu went to the training room of Chu Yue by himself.

  Chu Yue, this team is all in the last training room.

When Meng Fu arrived, the other eight people were still training.

  Everyone trains under the lens. The rule of survival here is to learn to find the lens for yourself, find the topic, and work hard under the lens, otherwise no one will see if you work hard.

  Chu Yue saw Meng Fulai and wiped the sweat from her head. She walked over and gave Meng Fu the dance she had picked up all night, "Follow me first, don’t know how to ask me."

  Her nose is tall, her facial features look cool, and her height is about 1.72 meters. She is a popular neutral beauty in the circle nowadays.

  Meng Fu took the phone and said, "Thank you."

  Chu Yue nodded coolly, without saying more, turned around and went back to the original position to continue practicing.

  Meng Fu didn’t turn on the phone, and only leaned on the table, laughing lazily, "Hey."

  Chu Yue stopped and looked at her sideways.

  "Have you not noticed that there is no one in our group?" Meng Fu raised his hand, put the phone on the table, took a pen on the table casually, wound up his long hair slowly, and prepared to practice.

  Chu Yue heard the words and looked at the person in the room seriously. Ding Liuyue was missing: "Liuyue is playing music, it is noisy here, and she can't calm down."

  Meng Fu smiled, "I see."

  At one o'clock in the morning, there are still two people in the training room practicing.

  Chu Yue stopped, took a sip of water, and discussed the details of the dance with the girls around him, "My phone is still at Meng Fu's place. You can go to the bedroom with me to get it."

  The girl next to her is Wei Jin, a rap-type contestant. She has a good rap. She is not born in dancing, and her popularity is average. She has been actively studying with Chu Yue.

  Chu Yue and Meng Fu are in the same dormitory.

  The door of the dormitory is not locked.

  The two opened the door, and they saw Meng Fu sitting on the ground, his upper body was still pressing on his legs with difficulty, revealing a small, thin, white waist.

   Seeing the two came back, she calmly raised her eyes, turned a page, 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 turned the page calmly while speaking.

  It looks like reading is fast.

  Wei Jin bet that Meng Fu's posture can barely be done in the entire training camp, and there are no more than ten, unless he dances from elementary school.

  **

   Early the next morning, Meng Fu yawned and went to the cafeteria with Chu Yue.

Wei Jin also just entered the canteen. After last night, she had a good sense of Meng Fu. Compared to working hard, she realized that she was not better than Meng Fu. Knowing that she was different from the rumors, she took a bowl and sat with them. .

   Seeing that Chu Yue seemed to be in a daze, she couldn't help asking another question.

  Chu Yue paused, recalling the picture she saw when she woke up in the morning, she paused, and said blankly: "She slept in one word last night."

  Wei Jin was speechless for a while, she looked at Meng Fu who was waiting for the fried egg: "...abnormal, monster!"

  "Fortunately, she has a bad tone," Wei Jin poked the porridge, regaining a little confidence, looked up, and saw Ding Liuyue who had just entered the canteen and waved at her, "Liuyue, here!"

  Ding Liuyue looked at them, pursed her lips, and walked over with the toast and the apple.

   "Can't we let Meng Fu leave our team?" Ding Liuyue sat beside Wei Jin and looked at Chu Yue, "Don't you know how important this performance is to us?"

  Chu Yue has always been cold, and didn't talk much, and did not explain at this time. She has a strong team spirit, and 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 came, Ding Liuyue, who was talking, stopped talking.

  I don’t know whether to guard her or something else.

  Meng Fu didn’t care, put the phone aside, bit the fried egg, and looked at Ding Liuyue: "Where did you write the song?"

  Ding Liuyue ignored her.

  Meng Fu swallowed the fried egg without being angry. He seemed to be smiling but not smiling. The peach eyes seemed to hide the fog: "I have encountered any difficulties, tell me, I will help you fill them together."

  Help? Throughout the training camp, who didn't know that Meng Fu couldn't even recognize the notes, and Xi Nancheng was so angry with her.

  She helps, what can she do?

  Ding Liuyue didn’t even look at Meng Fu, she put away her dinner plate, as if she hadn’t heard Meng Fu’s words: "I'm leaving."

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  (End of this chapter)