Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

The fat man finally surrendered and said with a blushing face, "Actually, for this theatrical performance, the three major classes in our class are going to participate. I have ordered fluorescent cards outside the school. Are you going to help me out?"

"So that's the case, you want to chase Zhang Mengmeng?" Zhuo Bufan smiled lightly.

"Let's forget about her. Her personality is too cold and not suitable for me. I think her best friend Qi Rui is pretty good. She is beautiful and generous and loves to laugh. She even talked to me a few times." The fat man was as popular as Tomato. Same.

Chen Junyang poured cold water on him, "She is the secretary of the Communist Youth League, talking to you to ask you to pay the tour fare, right?"

"Chen Junyang, I'll strangle you to death." The fat man said, and threw himself on Wang Chen Junyang. Zhuo Bufan looked at the scene in front of him, showing a knowing smile, youth should be like this, since he can be reborn, he should spend his normal life well.

Finally, when the fat man agreed to buy a piece of Zhonghua for Chen Junyang, Chen Junyang agreed, and Zhuo Bufan was also dragged by the two to help out.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, in the largest auditorium of the school, it can accommodate thousands of students. This art performance is jointly organized by the performance department and the music department. Girlfriend and boyfriend went out on a date.

So it was not as popular as imagined, but all the seats were already full. After all, this time it was an art performance organized by the Department of Acting and the Department of Music, two departments with the most beauties. There were hundreds of male fans alone, cheering for the girls they liked.

"Hey, you don't have eyes when you walk?"

When entering the arena, Fatty, Zhuo Bufan, and Chen Junyang entered the arena. Just in time, a tall and thin man in black sportswear and a peaked cap squeezed in from behind and bumped into Fatty's body.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The tall and thin man apologized quickly, lowered his head, and pressed his hat hard to cover his appearance.

"Sneaky, why do you feel like a pervert?" the fat man muttered.

Zhuo Bufan paid attention to the other party, and suddenly he was surprised, but remained silent.

Watching the tall and thin man squeeze into the first row in front and sit down, the fat man also led Zhuo Bufan and Chen Junyang to sit there, "I asked Qi Rui for the seat ticket specifically, and you all shouted harder later."

Chen Junyang threw him a blank stare. In order to watch the performance of the goddess, Fatty specially ordered three fluorescent signs outside, with slogans such as love you for ten thousand years, come on, etc., and prepared green and blue fluorescent sticks to distribute to Zhuo Bufan and Chen Junyang.

Zhuo Bufan sat on the seat, a little helpless, his real age was over 300 years old, and he actually came to see some cultural performance like a kid, and even held a light stick.

However, Zhuo Bufan's eyes are always on the tall and thin man who is separated by three people. The art performance is not a concert. The lights in the whole hall are all on and very bright. Peaked caps, or what celebrities are afraid of being discovered.

The other party is obviously not a celebrity, Zhuo Bufan's spiritual sense is like an X-ray detector on a high-speed train, and everyone has nowhere to hide in front of him, but he will not use his spiritual sense at will, otherwise he will be in danger. If he saw naked men and women on the street, he would die.

It's just that he took a casual glance just now and found that the man's body was covered with various photos of Zhang Mengmeng, hiding behind his clothes. It seemed that he was a crazy fan of Zhang Mengmeng.

It just aroused Zhuo Bufan's interest a little bit. Zhang Mengmeng looks beautiful and cute, with a hint of glamorousness. She is the goddess of dreams in most boys' hearts. It is normal to have one or two fanatical fans.

Soon, the leaders of the departments came out and talked a lot of nonsense, and finally started to perform. The two hosts, a man and a woman, came to the stage to tease each other, and then began to report.

First, a boy sang a solo. The high-pitched version of "My Sun" was a bit like Pavarotti's style, but unfortunately his strength was too poor.

The second one is a tango with men and women, gorgeous costumes, twisting and ruthless dancing, which attracted applause and screams from the audience. rogue.

The third one is a boy's piano solo, in an elegant tuxedo, with elf-like ten fingers dancing on the black and white keys, playing a Mozart serenade in C minor, which is normal, but it caused the girls to scream enthusiastically.

The performer just gently put his hands on his chest and bent over to thank him, the girl's screams almost knocked the ceiling down.

The fat man snorted disdainfully: "Damn, what's so great about it, isn't it that you can play the piano?"

"Not only can he play the piano, but he's also handsome. What girl wouldn't like such a handsome guy who can play the piano well?" Chen Junyang hit.

Generally, families with good conditions will allow their children to learn a series of artistic skills such as dancing, painting, piano, and violin from an early age. When they arrive at university, these people will shine on various occasions and grow into influential figures in the school.

Zhuo Bufan was a little lost in thought.

When he was in Jinling with his mother, his mother earned meager living expenses by working as a nanny for others. He had no conditions or opportunities to learn other skills. When he was in school activities, he was always timid. A dark inferiority complex fell.

"The past is like smoke." Zhuo Bufan shook his head inwardly. Today, he has no interest in these things at all. If he wants to learn, he can directly copy the most powerful skills, copy them into his mind, and use his perfect body to stimulate them.

Theoretically speaking, if he copies the skills of Mozart, Chopin, and these music masters, he can not only copy their skills, but even surpass them, because Zhuo Bufan's body is constantly developing towards the most "perfect". Even if there are geniuses in these fields, there is no one with a completely perfect body.

On the stage, the hostess' voice brought back Zhuo Bufan's thoughts, and said with a smile:

"Next, there will be a hot dance performance by our music department students. I believe it will give everyone a different surprise."

There are three girls, Zhang Mengmeng, Qi Rui, and Mou Zhu, who are dressed in silver, covered with shiny plastic pieces on the clothes and skirts, revealing a flat belly and a sexy navel, and underneath wearing short hip-length skirts, revealing three pairs of white thighs. Eyes dazzled by the light.

"Mengmeng, I love you..."

"Qi Rui, I will always support you."

"Mou Zhu, I like you..."

Immediately, the boys in the audience shouted hoarsely as if they had been shot with stimulants. Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, he didn't expect these three women to be quite attractive in school, and they had so many male fans.

However, Zhuo Bufan knows this kind of girl very well. He seems to be able to say a few words politely to everyone, but he never regards the hanging silk boy as his friend. Zhuo Bufan only feels sad when he looks at the drooling fat man .