Almighty male god of god-level selection system

The god-level selection system was indeed obedient. As Lin Fan silently called out in his heart, the two people in front of him who were slapping each other stopped.

Bang... Bang!

The first person to stop the slap was Wang Jingjing.

After suffering so many sweet and critical blows from Zhang Fu, her originally delicate face had turned into a fat pig's head.

"It hurts, it hurts me so much!"

Wang Jingjing quickly covered her cheeks, tears falling to the ground in pain, and her makeup became pitch black, like a painted face coming out of the theater.

On the other hand, Zhang Fu's face was even more disfigured. His original facial features could not be seen at all, and his face was covered with paw prints...

Ahem, it must be a nail mark.

"Zhang Fu, you are crazy!"

As expected by Lin Fan, the first thing Wang Jingjing did after waking up was to scream.

In the past, whenever Lin Fan provoked Wang Jingjing, she would react like this.

Now the tide has turned, and it finally fell to Zhang Fu.

It's a pity that Zhang Fu is not Lin Fan, let alone spoiling Wang Jingjing and slapped her again.

Anyway, from the perspective of a nouveau riche like him, although Wang Jingjing is a little pretty, she can't afford to be submissive.

At worst, spend more money next time and find another one.

Snapped!

This loud sound broke the silence and made the onlookers stunned. They never expected that Zhang Fu would hit her.

Didn't the two of them just pay attention to each other? In the blink of an eye...

Immediately afterwards, Wang Jingjing and Zhang Fu started fighting, and a unique scene was staged on the campus of Nanshan University.

As for Lin Fan?

I had long been tired of the two people's performance, and walked leisurely towards the Ferrari.

Didi.

As he pressed the button of the key, the Ferrari's lights flashed, and the dazzling light fell right on the faces of the dog and the man.

This photo actually caused them to stop in unison.

Wang Jingjing's head buzzed as she watched Lin Fan get into the Ferrari, especially since his movements were so skillful, as if his noble temperament was engraved in his bones.

"Could it be, could it be..."

"Is it true that day?"

She couldn't help but think of Xu Jiao's words about how extraordinary Lin Fan was and how fascinating his back was.

But in all this, Wang Jingjing thought she was lying to herself.

Because she thought Xu Jiao was deceived, she made such a fuss.

Unexpectedly, now that it is in front of me, it turns out to be true.

Although Wang Jingjing doesn't understand the car market, putting Zhang Fu's broken Mercedes next to the Ferrari is like being next to a toilet and a mansion. There is no comparison at all!

At this moment, Wang Jingjing finally regretted it.

But what's the use?

"Wow..."

Lin Fan ignored the group of clowns and increased his speed to thirty miles. The wind brought up by the start hit Wang Jingjing mercilessly.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, Wang Jingjing half-knelt on the ground, covering her face and crying.

The breeze was gentle at night, and a bit of coolness blew across his face. Lin Fan, who was parked by the river, felt a lot of emotion for some reason.

Once upon a time, he was just a poor boy with a clean face, but now he is worth nearly 100 million and surrounded by beautiful women.

Looking at the ripples caused by the river current, Lin Fan sighed deeply.

He wanted to light a cigarette more, but thought about it and decided not to.

Sitting in the driver's seat of the Ferrari, Lin Fan accidentally opened the largest live broadcast platform in China...Seafood.

This was his favorite entertainment activity when he was poor. Every night he would watch the young ladies dancing in the live broadcast room, and sometimes he would spend a little money to make a fortune.

But today's protagonist is different, because Lin Fan has seen...

And it's very familiar.