I Don’t Want To Be Popular

This is the only major auto show before the New Year, so there are a lot of people here.

There is also a stage performance outside the convention and exhibition center, and a rock band sings on it:

"The uneducated are not sad

I don't want to die in failure and loneliness

I don't want to live underground forever

he won't be sad

he won't be sad

..."

Zhou Mu and Cui Jiaming are also self-proclaimed rock youths, and they were immediately attracted, and followed some young people to wave and shout in the audience.

Chen Chuan also knows in this song that people without ideals are not sad.

Finding an open space with few people, Chen Chuan stopped far away.

Suddenly, a buddy next to him took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a puff and commented: "Without culture, there will be no ideals. Without ideals, there will be no ideas. Without ideas, there will be no desires. Without desires, there will be no sadness."

Chen Chuan looked around, and there were only himself and this buddy around.

"Did you tell me?" Chen Chuan asked.

"Yes." The buddy handed Chen Chuan a cigarette case, Chen Chuan took out one, and the man lit it with a lighter.

The two were smoking a cigarette together, puffing on the clouds.

"Thank you." Chen Chuan said.

People who smoke are like this, a cigarette will shorten the distance, and then listen to the rock music of the band together, chat a few words and you will be half friends.

Hearing this buddy's chatter, Chen Chuan suddenly said: "I was wondering and confused before. The title of the song is that people without ideals don't feel sad, why did they sing that people without education don't feel sad?"

"Yes, as I said just now, culture, ideals, ideas, desires. There is no sadness without desires." The buddy took a puff of smoke, "Who doesn't have desires? Look at the people coming and going, beautiful women like Yun, look at the luxury cars everywhere in the exhibition hall, so singing this song in such a place where beautiful cars and beauties gather is really wicked."

"Haha, why do I feel that saying I'm uneducated is more like a curse." Chen Chuan said with a smile, "Maybe many times you don't need to be hypocritical, just follow the tone and it's over."

"Agreed, these interpretations, we are free to interpret them. It's over if the song sounds good." The buddy also said.

After chatting for a few more words, Chen Chuan felt that he hit it off quite well with this guy. This guy is about 187 centimeters tall, a few centimeters taller than Chen Chuan. He also wears bright clothes and has a meticulous hairstyle, giving him a calm and capable feeling.

The two were chatting, when a girl suddenly yelled, "Hey, where is my cell phone, where is my cell phone?"

The girl looked panic-stricken, touched her whole body, and shouted: "I lost my phone, there is a thief! There is a thief!"

It was the first time Chen Chuan encountered such a situation, and wanted to help, but he didn't know how to help, so he quickly looked around to see if there was anyone suspicious.

The 187 buddy next to him suddenly shouted: "Hey! Grandson who stole the phone, I saw you, don't run away!"

His voice was loud enough, like a thunderclap in the flat ground, startled Chen Chuan next to him, almost knocked out his cigarette.

In the crowd, a young man in pencil pants and with an airplane cut suddenly quickened his pace.

Chen Chuan pointed, and the buddy next to him had a tacit understanding. He rushed over and chased after the pencil pants.

It was only then that Chen Chuan realized that this buddy used the trick of "exploding Hu", which really made him feel guilty.

Whoosh whoosh!

That buddy ran really fast, he was 187 tall, with long legs, and he took a big stride to beat others three steps.

The youth in pencil pants was about to be overtaken, but he ran behind a motorcycle and got on the motorcycle.

Boom boom boom!

The motorcycle started and rushed out.

Although that buddy ran fast, he got on the motorcycle and could only watch the motorcycle go further and further away.

"Grandpa, stop!" the buddy yelled while running.

Seeing this situation, Chen Chuan squeezed away the crowd, took a shortcut, and suddenly started a run-up, and the blood in his body that was quenched by spiritual fruits such as [Quenching Vermilion Fruit] burst into action, and every cell was in motion, powerful The beating of his heart also suddenly accelerated, sending a steady stream of huge energy to his limbs.

Swish!

He was wearing a white sportswear. At this moment, he went from extremely quiet to extremely dynamic, like a white horse stretching seven or eight meters in a flash.

Swish!

One jumped high, crossed the green belt as high as 1.5 meters, and flew onto the main road.

The people next to him could only see a white figure passing by, but couldn't see Chen Chuan's face at all.

Swish Swish Swish!

Go through the crowds, cross the green belt, jump on the small stone pier, step on a shared bicycle parked on the side of the road, the next step, huh! Jump onto the roof of a car all at once.

The people next to him collectively exclaimed, and then realized that this "shua, shua, shua" white figure turned out to be something.

It turned out to be a person.

"[Parkour Master] skill activation!" This message flashed in Chen Chuan's mind.

Chen Chuan is like a white civet cat that is as fast as lightning. It takes seven or eight meters with each step, overcoming numerous obstacles, and coming first, jumps high from the roof of the car, kicks into the air, and rushes towards the motorcycle passing by. The car kicked over!

Boom!

This kick directly kicked the motorcycle, people and cars into the green belt.

The driver of the car was wearing a young man in pencil pants, and the two villains were loaded close to the pile of holly. The motorcycle rolled over several times and fell into the pile of holly, making a "chi chi chi" idling sound.

The buddy who smoked with Chen Chuan also ran over, grabbed the pencil pants, and slapped him in the pocket: "I told you to run, and run!"

A pink fruit mobile phone fell out of the pocket of the pencil pants, and it was still a fruit X.

"The thief is caught, whose cell phone is it?" the big man at 187 asked the people around him.

In the distance, a little girl ran over, panting, "Mine, mine."

187 The big man grabbed the pencil pants thief by the collar and shouted, "In order not to wrong you, let me ask you, what is the password?"

He put the mobile phone in front of the thief, without triggering the face unlock, and asked the thief for the password.

The thief was kicked by Chen Chuanfei, he was out of breath, his face was ashen, he just covered his hands and howled.

187 The big man asked the little girl again: "Because of caution, I have to ask you, the password of your mobile phone."

"950708, my birthday." The little girl pointed at the phone and shouted, "The screen saver is yellow Pikachu, that's my phone."

At this time, the patrolling police uncle also came, and the 187-year-old, the two thieves, and the mobile phone were all handed over to the police.

The little girl also went with the police.

The big 187 patted Chen Chuan on the shoulder, and said in surprise, "Okay, you, I am a sportsman, not as skilled as you? You are a great parkour master, right? See you flying over the walls, skipping the crowds, stepping on the stone pier, stepping on it. Jumping on the roof of a car while riding a bicycle is just so cool."

Chen Chuan also said: "You have to be smart to scare the thief out with the way of blowing up the beard."

The two smiled at each other, worked together to catch the two thieves, did a good deed, and felt a little sympathetic to each other.

The policeman came over to salute and said, "Two students, thank you for your brave actions. What are your names?"

Chen Chuan and the big 187 laughed at the same time, and said in unison: "Do good deeds without leaving a name."

The girl who found the phone also came to thank her.

Only the owner of that car looked at the shoe prints on the roof of her car with a dazed expression. There was an obvious indentation there. She got out of the car, took off her sunglasses and said airily, "Oh boy, fly over the walls, give me the car!" Are the top pedals dented?"

Chen Chuan went over and took a look. Sure enough, the originally beautiful white Audi A4L was dented by his "horse stepping on a flying swallow".