But I can't remember it right now.
Seeing that Zhou Xiong had also suffered a setback at Jiang Fan's hands, Qian Yuxing felt much better.
She nudged Zhou Xiong's arm and teased him, mimicking how he had treated her before.
"It seems they don't take you seriously at all."
Zhou Xiong wasn't stupid; he could tell that Qian Yuxing was retaliating and deliberately instigating things.
Even though she knew it, she couldn't help but be annoyed by Jiang Fan's dismissive attitude.
He first bumped into Qian Yuxing's shoulder, and then walked up to Jiang Fan.
"Hey, kid--"
He had barely opened his mouth when he was interrupted by a rough, gruff voice.
" Jiang Fan, you're eating so happily, can you share a bowl with me? I've never had instant noodles before."
As he spoke, the fat man, drooling, jumped down from the upper bunk. His sheer weight caused the carriage to shake several times.
Huh? Jiang Fan?!
Zhou Xiong's spirits lifted, combining the name with the incredibly handsome face before him.
Suddenly! He thought of someone.
A classmate who's been making headlines lately!
So it was him!
No wonder he looked so familiar; he was the top martial arts examinee from Fortress No. 31!
He's a peerless genius who, at only 17 years old and hasn't even officially entered university yet, has already reached the Late-Stage First Rank!
The fat man sat down opposite Jiang Fan, swallowing hard and staring longingly at the two buckets of instant noodles that had just been prepared.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
How poor are they that they can't even afford instant noodles?
He himself grew up in a slum. Even if his family was poor back then, they wouldn't be so poor that they couldn't afford instant noodles.
Are the slums at Fortress No. 30 even worse than those at Fortress No. 31?
He had never been to Fortress No. 30 and knew nothing about it.
But seeing that the fat man's clothes were patched all over, he thought that perhaps his guess was correct.
"Here you go." Jiang Fan pushed one of the buckets of instant noodles in front of the fat man.
This was immediately followed by a system notification sound.
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You've done a good deed by feeding the chubby little guy who's never eaten instant noodles before. Points +20]
That's right, just consider it for the points.
It doesn't have much to do with sympathy.
That said, this fat guy has never actually eaten instant noodles before. Just how poor are the slums of Fortress No. 30?
After taking the instant noodles, the fat man used his fork to pick up a piece of noodles and put it in his mouth. The next second, his beady eyes widened to their limit.
"It's so delicious! Waaaaah--How can there be anything so delicious in this world?"
As she spoke, tears actually streamed down her face.
Jiang Fan's lips twitched as he read this. Was it really that exaggerated?
"How about another grilled sausage?"
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You've fed the chubby little guy who's never eaten a grilled sausage before. You've done a good deed! Points +20]
Um?
Jiang Fan was slightly taken aback upon hearing the notification sound.
No way, this fat guy has never eaten instant noodles, let alone grilled sausages?
"What a kind person! Waaah--you're such a good person, brother! From now on, you're my half-brother!"
The fat man was so moved that he cried his eyes out, and while he was sobbing, he was still able to eat instant noodles and grilled sausages with gusto.
Jiang Fan "..."
Throughout the entire ordeal, Zhou Xiong remained standing still, his heart, which had been in turmoil since he had guessed the truth, remained unsettled for a long time.
Seeing that he didn't move, Qian Yuxing, who was standing next to him, continued to instigate him.
See? I told you he didn't take you seriously.
The others were just enjoying the spectacle.
" Zhou Xiong, even if you don't make a move, at least unleash your inner energy and let him feel the aura of Late-Stage Martial Apprentice, to intimidate him!"
"That's right, you're the strongest among us, and one of the top talents in our Fortress No. 30. You can't let us down."
Everyone was talking amongst themselves, completely oblivious to Zhou Xiong's ever-changing gloomy expression.
Seeing that he was still standing there without moving, someone couldn't help but nudge Zhou Xiong's arm.
"Hey, Zhou Xiong, what are you doing? Why are you just standing there?"
"I'm hungry, let's eat."
After saying that, Zhou Xiong went to the side, took out some food from his luggage, and started eating without saying a word.
These idiots! They're all so blind, yet they want to harm him?
Yes, his skill level as Late-Stage Martial Apprentice is indeed among the best of the recent graduates.
But in front of Jiang Fan, Late-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist, that's nothing at all!
No joke at all, there is an insurmountable gap between Martial Apprentice and Martial Artist, not to mention the difference between Late-Stage Martial Apprentice and Late-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist, which is simply incomparable!
Let him fight Jiang Fan? Not to be self-deprecating, but he really doesn't even have the right to die.
The others looked at each other, completely bewildered.
Wei San tilted his head slightly, his gaze shifting back and forth between Jiang Fan and the fat man, finally settling on Jiang Fan, his heart filled with even more confusion.
He was quite surprised when he saw Jiang Fan helping the fat man put his suitcase away. He didn't think Jiang Fan the kind of nice guy, and he made many assumptions about him because of this.
"Bite!"
My phone beeped with a message notification.
Wei San took out his phone and saw that it was sent to him by Yan Tianyang.
Yan Tianyang: Did you pick up Jiang Fan?
Wei San: Replying to Yan Shuai, we are already on the train.
Yan Tianyang: After meeting Jiang Fan, what did you think of him? Did he agree with my decision? Did he think he was suitable to succeed me?
After hesitating for a few seconds, Wei San began composing a text message.
Wei San: Can I be frank?
Yan Tianyang: Hmm
Wei San: He's not suitable.
Yan Tianyang was slightly taken aback upon receiving the message, and, puzzled, edited the message again.
Yan Tianyang: What do you mean?
Wei San: He's a really good person.
Yan Tianyang:?
A good person? Yan Tianyang was very curious. Although he had only met Jiang Fan once, he could tell with his keen eyesight that although the boy was young, he was very shrewd.
In addition, the Crazy Old Man's evaluation of him, and Jiang Fan's ability to conceal his strength, endure the contempt and ridicule of others, and finally choose to make a name for himself in the martial arts exam, all these things show that Jiang Fan is definitely not a good person.
Why did Wei San make this assessment?
Wei San edited out the details of what had just happened and sent it over.
After receiving the report, Yan Tianyang fell into deep thought.
For a moment, he didn't quite understand either.
"Could it be that Jiang Fan saw that the fat man came from a poor background and thought of himself, which is why he offered his help?"
Since he didn't witness the events firsthand, he couldn't make a judgment.
"Bite!"
Wei San sent another message.
Wei San: The position of commander of the Divine Wind Camp should not be held by a pushover, so compared to Jiang Fan, I think Ye Qizhen is more suitable.
Just a second after he sent the message, a dozen masked men carrying knives suddenly appeared in everyone's sight menacingly.
"We'll take up two minutes of your time; we're going to rob you."