Chapter 468: Perverted

Chapter 469: Abnormal Haunt

The fat man finally disarmed and surrendered, blushing and said, "Actually, the three major classes in our class are going to participate in this art performance. I have all arranged the fluorescent cards outside the school, won't you help me out?"

"So that's the case, do you want to chase Mengmeng Zhang?" Zhuo Bufan said with a light smile.

"Just let her go, her personality is too cold, not suitable for me, I think her girlfriend is pretty good, she is beautiful and generous and loves to laugh, and she talked to me a few times." The fat man was so red with tomatoes. same.

Chen Junyang splashed cold water on him, "She is the secretary of the regiment, and she is talking to you to make you pay the group fee, right?"

"Chen Junyang, I'll choke you to death." The fat man said, directly Wang Chen Junyang threw himself on him. Zhuo Bufan looked at the scene in front of him with a knowing smile. Youth should be like this. Since he can be born again, he should spend his normal days well.

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

At eight o’clock in the evening, in the school’s largest auditorium, it can accommodate thousands of students. This art performance was jointly organized by the Performance Department and the Music Department. However, in the university, single dog otaku hid in the dormitory and played gangster games. The girlfriend and boyfriend went on a date outside.

So it's not as popular as expected, but all positions are already full of people. After all, this is a cultural performance organized by the two departments with the most beautiful women in the Performance Department and the Music Department. There are hundreds of male fans who are cheering for the girls they like.

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

When entering the arena, Fatty, Zhuo Bufan, and Chen Junyang entered the arena. It happened that a tall and thin man in black sportswear and a peaked cap squeezed in from behind and bumped into Fatty.

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

"Sneaky, how does it feel like a pervert?" the fat man murmured.

Zhuo Bufan paid attention to the other party for a while, suddenly he snorted in his heart, but remained silent.

Watching the tall and thin man squeeze into the front row and sit down, the fat man also took Zhuo Bufan Chen Junyang and sat there, "I asked Qi Yu for the seat ticket, and you will call it hard later."

Chen Junyang directly cast him a blank eye. In order to watch the goddess performance, Fatty specially ordered three fluorescent cards outside, with slogans like I love you for ten thousand years, come on, and prepared green and blue light sticks to distribute to Zhuo Bufan and Chen Junyang.

Zhuo Bufan sat in the position, feeling a little helpless. His own was over three hundred years old. He actually watched a show 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. Unless they are particularly ugly and afraid of being seen, they will be low. Peaked cap, or what celebrity is afraid of being discovered.

The other party is obviously not a celebrity, Zhuo Bufan’s divine sense swept away, which is equivalent to the X-ray detector on an airplane high-speed rail, everyone has nowhere to hide in front of him, but he will not use the divine sense at will, otherwise, He saw men and women without clothes on the street, so he stopped living.

It’s just that he glanced around at random and found that the man’s body was actually covered with various photos of Zhang Mengmeng, behind his clothes, and he looked like Zhang Mengmeng’s fanatical fan.

It only aroused Zhuo Bufan's interest. Zhang Mengmeng is beautiful and cute, with a touch of coldness. He is the goddess of dreams in the hearts of most boys. It is normal to have one or two fanatic fans.

Soon, the elders of the department came out to talk a lot of nonsense, and finally began to perform. A man and a woman two hosts came on stage to tease each other, and then began to report.

First, a boy sang solo. The high-pitched version of "My Sun" has a Pavarotti style, but unfortunately the strength is too bad. There is a basic suffocation in the middle, the sound is broken, and the mistakes are big.

The second is the tango with men and women. The gorgeous costumes and the twisting and charming dance drew applause and screams from the audience. Of course, it does not include the fat man who whistles and makes the girl’s skirt taller. rogue.

The third is a boy piano solo, elegant tuxedo, like a genie, ten fingers on the black and white keys like dancing, playing a Mozart serenade C minor, playing ordinary, but aroused the girls to scream passionately.

The performer just gently put his hand on his chest and bends over to thank him. The girl's scream almost overturned the ceiling.

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

"Not only can he play the piano, but he is also handsome. What girl doesn't like this kind of handsome guy who plays the piano." Chen Junyang attacked.

Generally, those with good family conditions will allow 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 up to be prominent figures in the school.

Zhuo Bufan was in a daze.

When he and his mother were in Golden State, his mother made money by serving as a babysitter for others to make money. He had no conditions and opportunities to learn other skills. When he was in school, he was always afraid of being ridiculed by his classmates. It is the gloomy inferiority complex that has fallen.

"The past is like smoke." Zhuo Bufan shook his head in his heart. Now 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 then use his perfect body to stimulate them.

In theory, if he copied the skills of Mozart, Chopin, and these music masters, he could not only copy their skills, but even surpass them, because Zhuo Bufan’s body of cultivating immortals is constantly developing towards the most “perfect” in this world. Even the geniuses in these fields, there is no person with a perfect body.

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

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

There are three girls, Zhang Mengmeng, Qi Ruo, and Mou Yu, dressed in silver, covered with shiny plastic pieces on their clothes and skirts, revealing a flat belly and **** belly button, and wearing a hip-length skirt underneath, revealing three pairs of white flowered thighs. The light dazzled people's eyes.

"Mengmeng, I love you..."

"Qi Yu, I will always support you."

"Mou Yan, I like you..."

Suddenly the boys in the audience shouted hiss as if they had been stimulant. Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly. He didn't expect these three women to be quite attractive in school, and there are so many male fans.

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