Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

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

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

"It's like that in the movie..."

Meng Fu spat out the cap of the beer bottle in his mouth, ignored Zhao Fan, and walked over to press the main switch of the computer without rushing.

"Snapped--"

The screen of the computer goes black instantly.

He returned to his gray haw look again.

Zhao Fan's voice stopped abruptly.

Meng Fu took a sip, and the taste changed a bit. She didn't care, and glanced at Zhao Fan: "Will you do it? I will do it in the future."

A bunch of hacker battles flashed through Zhao Fan's mind, but he had nothing to say for a while.

She looked at the computer as quiet as a chicken in disbelief, almost suspecting that she was dazzled just now.

She nodded blankly.

Said he would.

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

Zhao Fan shook his head slowly, "immediately."

Meng Fu went out for a while, and then brought back a bunch of bottles and jars.

"What kind of perfume is this? It smells good." Looking at the various colorful bottles, Zhao Fan recognized that they were filled with perfume, but she didn't see any signs, like groceries from a roadside stall. She asked while loading them. she.

Meng Fu didn't look back, "I like to pick a bottle by myself."

Zhao Fan loves perfume, and he still has a few bottles of limited-edition perfume that he was reluctant to use, but he didn't dislike Meng Fu's perfume, so he took a bottle directly.

Three minutes later, Zhao Fan, who was serious about helping Meng Fu tidy up the boxes, realized belatedly, why did 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, holding a takeaway 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 three points of estrangement, shining with fragments of starlight. Even though she had seen countless beauties, she was amazed, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

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

Meng Fu leaned against the door frame, raised his head, and yawned lazily: "Go in by yourself."

The man should be familiar with her room, so he went in directly.

After he entered, Zhao Fan stood on tiptoe and looked inside, "Who is he? What do you want?"

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

Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu suspiciously.

Within three minutes of entering, he came out again with a piece of paper in his hand.

Meng Fu glanced at the takeaway he was carrying in his left hand: "Eating takeaway again? Be careful of flies."

The man paused after hearing the words, looked at her for a long time, gritted his teeth and said, "The mouth is still so poisonous, it looks good."

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

Close the door with a bang.

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

Zhao Fan let out a "tsk", very curious about Meng Fu's neighbors, and even suffered from occupational diseases, followed Meng Fu downstairs with his suitcase, "Why didn't I hear you mention that there is such an excellent neighbor, I don't know him Are you interested in entering the entertainment industry, do you have his contact information?"

Meng Fu's hands were beautiful, thin and long, the most beautiful hands Zhao Fan had ever seen.

When she wanted to get the suitcase, Zhao Fan directly stopped her.

Subconsciously, I feel that these are the hands of an artist, not suitable for these things.

Meng Fu threw the beer bottle into the trash can next to the neighbor's door, and replied indifferently: "Oh, I advise you to get rid of 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 corner of the camera at the stairs.

The voice was too low, Zhao Fan couldn't hear clearly, but Meng Fu looked thoughtfully towards the stairs.

"Isn't that Ding Liuyue?" After walking two more steps, Zhao Fan saw one of them clearly and asked in surprise.

Ding Liuyue belonged to Meng Fu's group. She was not very popular, but she was very talented and a creative player.

Meng Fu gave a "hmm" and looked away, "Let's go."

Without thinking too much, Zhao Fan helped Meng Fu move his suitcase to the dormitory, and 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 rule of survival here is to learn to find a camera for yourself, find a topic, and work hard under the camera. Otherwise, no matter how hard you work, no one will see it.

When Chu Yue saw Meng Fulai, she wiped the sweat off her brow. She walked over and gave Meng Fu the dance she picked up all night, "Follow me first, if you don't understand, ask me."

She has a straight nose and cool facial features. She is about 1.72 meters tall, and she is a neutral beauty that is popular in the current circle.

Meng Fu took over the phone, "Thank you."

Chu Yue nodded coolly, didn't say any more, turned around and went back to the original position to continue practicing.

Meng Fu didn't turn on the phone, just leaned against the table, smiled lazily, "Hello."

Chu Yue stopped and looked at her sideways.

"Didn't you notice that our group is missing someone?" Meng Fu raised his hand, put his phone on the table, casually took a pen on the table, and slowly combed his long hair, ready to practice.

Hearing this, Chu Yue took a serious look at the people in the room, and Ding Liuyue was missing: "Liuyue is composing, it's noisy here, she can't calm down."

Meng Fu smiled, "Understood."

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 beside 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 good at rap, born with a lack of dancing skills, and her popularity is average. She has been actively studying with Chu Yue.

Chu Yue and Meng Fu lived 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 against his legs with great difficulty, revealing a small part of his thin and white waist.

Seeing the two coming back, she raised her eyes calmly, turned a page of the book, and said hello to them: "Hi."

Wei Jin looked at her stiffly, "What are you doing?"

"Reading, practicing flexibility." Meng Fu calmly turned a page while talking without changing his posture.

It seems that the reading speed is very fast.

Wei Jin dared to bet that in the whole training camp, there were no more than ten Meng Fu could manage to do this pose, unless they danced since elementary school.

**

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

Wei Jin also just entered the cafeteria. After last night, she also has a good sense of Meng Fu. Compared with working hard, she felt that she was no better than Meng Fu. Knowing that she was different from the rumors, she came over to sit with the two of them with a bowl. .

Seeing that Chu Yue seemed to have a dazed expression, she couldn't help asking one more question.

Chu Yue paused, recalling the scene she saw when she got up in the morning, paused, and said expressionlessly: "She slept right away last night."

Wei Jin was at a loss for words for a moment, she looked at Meng Fu who was waiting for fried eggs: "...pervert, monster!"

"Fortunately, she is tone deaf." Wei Jin poked at the porridge, regained some confidence, looked up, saw Ding Liuyue who had just entered the cafeteria, and waved to her, "Liuyue, here!"

Ding Liuyue looked at them, pursed her lips, and walked over with the 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 and doesn't talk much, and she didn't explain at this time. She has a strong team spirit, and Meng Fu is a member of her team, so they are one.

When Meng Fu's fried eggs were ready, she came over with the milk and sat beside Chu Yue.

As soon as she arrived, Ding Liuyue who was talking stopped.

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 fried egg, and looked at Ding Liuyue: "Where did you fill in the song?"

Ding Liuyue ignored her.

Meng Fu swallowed the fried egg, but he was not angry. He had a half-smile, and his peach eyes seemed to be misty: "If you encounter any difficulties, tell me, and I will help you fill them out."

help? In the entire training camp, everyone knew 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 just put away her plate, as if she didn't hear Meng Fu's words: "I'm leaving."

**

I humbly ask for a wave of recommendation tickets~