House Dad’s Literary Life

"Huh, huh!" The even gasping sound came from the campus greenway of Jiangcheng Communication University. In the faint mist in the early morning, a tall and burly figure ran out.

Black shorts, strong and powerful long legs, like a windmill, constantly stirring, white vest, big waist and round body, the raised muscles draw a solid line, the skin is soaked with sweat, as if breathing Exudes a strong hormonal atmosphere!

The man in the morning exercise is of course Yang Lan.

After coming to live here, Yang Lan felt very comfortable. Not only did he exercise every day, but he also hired a wide campus, and the high-quality air in the Tingshan area also made his internal repairs soar.

Of course, on the way of morning exercise, he is not alone. Jiang Chuan is the top media school in China. Every morning, there are many diligent students who are getting up and exercising, but they are practicing and honing their mouths. And the practice of musical instruments, everywhere in the campus.

Although Yang Lan can't stand this bondage, he still casts envious eyes from time to time.

Campus life, the place where youth is swaying! There is also romantic innocent love, these are the life he has never experienced.

Even if he is born again, he can't experience it... Talking about it, Yang Lan is still a little depressed.

"Help!"

Yang Lan has already ran along the campus greenway to the depths of Tingshan. Suddenly a voice calling for help has spread from afar. He could not help but slow down his footsteps, frowning and looking in the direction of the sound.

Is it a hero to save the beauty of the dog blood plot?

how is this possible……

After a while, Yang Lan saw a flexible little fat man rushing out of the grass, panicked and stumbled and tried to escape.

Immediately, there was a black wild boar in the grass behind him. The wild boar was not too big, it was bigger than the dog, but looking at the sharp fangs, it showed the ferocity different from the domestic pig.

"Hey!" The wild boar was red-eyed and chased after him.

The little fat man is one meter six or six, but it is estimated that there are one hundred and sixty kilograms. The fat on the stomach trembles and trembles. It can be so fast when it scares the fart and the urine. It is really amazing.

Of course, now is not the time to watch the drama, Yang Lan snorted, stepped forward, crossed the little fat man.

"No, dangerous!" The little fat man was shocked. He still wanted to go back and pull Yang Hao, but he turned his head and saw this scene, so that his eyes would be smashed out.

I saw Yang Lan rushing up against the wild boar, suddenly avoiding the collision of the wild boar, and then the left leg did not know how to make it, hooked the back leg of the wild boar, followed the momentum of the other side, picked it up!

This is not a big deal!

After dozens of kilograms of wild boars were picked up by Yang Lan as a football, Yang Hao was a spin, and his right leg was rounded in the air to lie on the belly of the wild boar...

"Oh." The wild boar screamed in the air and then fell to the grass it ran out of. There was no movement.

"My God!" Little fat man looked silly.

But he is also really daring - or not, one morning, one person ran to the mountains to provoke a wild boar - even pressed the fear in his heart, got to the grass, and looked at it for a while.

Finally, he confirmed, shaking and looking at Yang Lan, asked: "It, is it dead?"

Yang Lan looked at him indifferently and nodded.

Don't underestimate Yang Lan? Although he has not recovered to half of his previous life, but a wild boar that is not much bigger than a dog, he was hit by the inside of his abdomen, and all the internal organs were shattered. Is there any possibility of survival?

However, in contrast, he is more curious, how can there be wild boar in this mountain? Moreover, how did this little fat man get rid of this wild boar?

If it wasn’t curiosity, Yang Hao left the wild boar and left.

However, the little fat man is more fanatical than him. Suddenly his eyes glow, rushing over, pulling Yang Lan’s hand and piously saying: "Heroes, you accept me as a disciple! I want to learn Kung Fu with you! Real Kung Fu! ”

At that moment, Yang Lan had a bad feeling.

Oops, it seems to be entangled in death!

Little fat man is certainly not a dead metamorphosis, but he is still more sticky than cowhide. Yang Lan used his running speed to open him. As a result, when he went down the mountain, Yang Lan saw this guy again. He actually waited for the exit, not yet. Knowing where to get a bicycle, riding on his back.

"Master, you accept me as a disciple! You let me do the cows and do the horses!" The little fat man said while breathing heavily.

It was useless. Yang Lan looked down on him at all. He ran so far with his feet and gasped very evenly. This little fat man was tired of riding a bicycle.

Don't say that Yang Lan didn't think about collecting his disciples, even if he thought, he wouldn't be happy to collect a waste!

However, the little fat man is really persevering, has been following Yang Lan back to the small building, the coffee shop has not been renovated, so Yang Lan from the back of the stairs on the second floor, the little fat man still brazenly followed up.

Yang Lan frowned and resisted the urge to throw him out.

I have to say that the toughness of the little fat man makes Yang Hao feel a little bit good.

"This building seems to be, it seems to be Professor Hu!" The avatar who made the mortal for all things patted his head and asked in surprise, "Master, are you the son of Professor Hu?"

Originally, Yang Lan didn't want to care about him. This guy was a slap in the face, but he was so ridiculous.

Yang Lan turned his head in a bad mood and gave him a look: "This house, I rented it!"

"Hey!" The little fat man was very happy, because the "master" finally spoke to him.

"That..." He still wants to continue to recite.

"Shut up!" Yang Yan did not return, and he sealed his mouth.

The little fat man had to shut up slyly, but it was still very curious to look around, and the problem in his heart began to slowly start to squat: "Where do you live in such a big house? Where did Professor Hu go? Master where do you learn? so smart……"

I can't ask, I can't help him.

"Have you had breakfast?" Yang Lan took off his wet vest in the eyes of Xiao Fatzi, wiped off the sweat on his body, put on a dry T-shirt, and walked into the kitchen, and asked.

"Don't eat." The little fat man seemed to get a big bang, excitedly opened his voice. "Master, you still cook? No, I mean, you still prepare breakfast yourself?"

Yang Lan ignored him and ate his eggs and ham. He also made a plate of fruit and vegetable salad, one person and one to the restaurant.

"Master, you are really amazing, my saliva is coming out!" Little fat man said with a look of admiration.

Yang Xiao smiled and his expression was not so cold. He pointed to the plate in front of the little fat man and said, "Let's eat, don't be cold."

After incorporating a new identity, Yang Lan has been reflecting on whether he is still as lonely as his previous life. I don’t even have a friend. What does this rebirth mean?

Now I have a cheeky little fat man. Yang Lan suddenly thinks that it is a good choice to properly contact some strangers and meet some friends.

(PS: Looks like there is a book friend on the other side of the world who can't comment? Xiaohan doesn't know what the situation is. Xiaohan didn't delete everyone's book review. Is it the system to delete it?)