But he knew Jiang Fan's personality; if Jiang Fan didn't want to talk about something, no matter how much others pressed him, he wouldn't say a word.
"Okay, I will definitely not tell anyone Brother Fan instructed."
To convince Jiang Fan, the fat man even held up three fingers and swore an oath to the heavens.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew the fat man had a big mouth, but he also knew the fat man still took his affairs seriously.
The next day.
early morning.
As soon as Jiang Fan entered the classroom, he saw the fat boy glaring angrily at the person opposite him.
Standing opposite the fat man was none other than Zhou Yanchen, whom he had rescued from underground yesterday.
When Zhou Yanchen saw Jiang Fan appear at the door, his eyes immediately lit up.
" Brother Thigh ~"
She called out to Jiang Fan with deep affection as she ran towards him.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan had the illusion that Cuihua was picking her nose and attacking him.
Although Zhou Yanchen doesn't look like Cuihua at all, and is even somewhat handsome, it's not a matter of looks right now. Jiang Fan's resistance is almost instinctive; after all, who can stand having a grown man hug their leg?
So he instinctively raised his foot, ready to kick.
But even though he kicked out, his foot was caught.
" Brother Thigh, you've finally arrived! One night apart feels like three autumns! I missed you so much—"
Before Zhou Yanchen could finish speaking, Jiang Fan kicked him away.
Although this thing was difficult to kick, Jiang Fan had reached his limit and could no longer hold back. The kick he unleashed was a display of his Psychic Power, almost to the point of disregarding everything else.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch--"
While rubbing his own buttocks, Zhou Yanchen stared at Jiang Fan's Brother Thigh with shining eyes.
Noticing his intense gaze, Jiang Fan's face suddenly darkened.
Well...
Zhou Yanchen immediately withdrew his gaze, stood up straight, stood at attention, paused at ease, and then stood at attention again.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't control my body. It's really not my fault, it's probably genetic. You don't know, this gene started in my grandfather's generation. I heard from the older folks in my family that my grandfather was really good at clinging to people's coattails back then, he practically wanted to stick to that big shot's leg."
Is leg-hugging hereditary?
Although Jiang Fan found it outrageous, he believed it.
I firmly believe it!
No wonder Zhou Yanchen, with his Mid-Stage First Rank strength, could always easily cling to his powerful backer.
etc!
So, the Crazy Old Man is really pitiful.
" Brother Thigh, don't just stand there. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I bought you a little bit of everything."
Jiang Fan looked in the direction Zhou Yanchen pointed.
hiss--
Even the composed Jiang Fan couldn't help but gasp when he saw the mountain of breakfast piled on his desk.
This is also why Fatty and Zhou Yanchen Xiaoyan just now; compared to the few steamed buns Fatty was carrying that he bought for Jiang Fan, they were really too meager.
Sitting in the back row, Wang Yao couldn't help but tease her.
"Being handsome is so appealing, Jiang Fan! You're so popular with the same sex! Everyone's so envious!"
Heh, Jiang Fan rolled his eyes without any attempt to hide it.
Looking at the fat man and Zhou Yanchen arguing over a girl in front of her, Wang Yao couldn't help but recall past events.
He was exceptionally refined and otherworldly, and no matter when or where he was, he was always surrounded by a group of loyal parents-in-law.
All things considered, there are still more males.
"Why--"
Wang Yao sighed deeply and rested her chin on her hand.
"As you get older, you become more sentimental."
The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but loud enough for Jiang Fan to hear.
Jiang Fan was completely baffled and wanted to complain, but he held back in the end.
The main reason was that he didn't want to have too much communication or contact with Wang Yao, fearing that if he said a few more words, this perceptive woman would notice something amiss.
After finishing breakfast, Jiang Fan slipped away alone.
Having learned all the theoretical knowledge in four years of university, there's no need to waste any more time in the classroom. It's better to find a place to exercise.
He originally planned to go to the Mercenary Guild to accept the mission, but considering that the selection competition for the Five-School League participants was about to begin, it would be troublesome if the mission took a long time to complete and was delayed.
Yuanwu covers such a large area, so it's better to run and exercise on campus.
On a lush, tall tree, Wang Yao swayed her long, slender, fair legs, a lollipop in her mouth, watching with great interest.
"He—is he practicing running?" The Little Turtle's face showed an incredulous expression.
"I think so?"
"Uh, is he out of his mind? No Martial Artist would cultivate their qi and blood this way, right?"
Just as the Little Turtle was ranting and raving, it saw Jiang Fan suddenly stop and walk towards the lawn, as if he had discovered some treasure.
Wang Yao noticed it too, and together with the Little Turtle, they peered out to take a look.
Then they saw Jiang Fan pick up an empty beverage bottle from the lawn.
What is he doing?
The Little Turtle blinked, then blinked again, still not understanding.
Wang Yao was also completely confused.
"He left, and we followed."
The man and the tortoise followed along.
With the Little Turtle helping to shield Wang Yao's presence, Jiang Fan didn't realize he was being followed.
Jiang Fan then ran and picked up empty bottles, quickly accumulating a large pile. He even rummaged through the trash cans as he passed by.
The Little Turtle opened its mouth so wide it could swallow itself whole.
Wang Yao's expression of shock was no better than the Little Turtle's.
"Uh, I think I know why he was collecting the bottles."
"Hiss—" Wang Yao gasped, "I knew he came from the slums of Fortress No. 31 and was from a poor family, but I never expected him to be so desperate for money."
He's the top martial arts examiner at Fortress No. 31, a Middle-Stage Second Rank Martial Artist, and a rare Beast Tamer —how can he be so unconcerned about his image?
Just as the two were staring in disbelief at this scene, they suddenly saw Jiang Fan flip his hand, and a snakeskin bag appeared out of thin air in his hand, into which he put all the empty bottles he had picked up.
Um?!!
Space Ring!
He actually has a spatial ring!!!
What happened to being from Slum No. 31? What happened to coming from a poor family?
They've all fallen so low as to collect bottles to sell for money, and you just show them how to conjure up a snakeskin bag.
The Little Turtle felt its brain wasn't working properly and mechanically turned its neck to look at Wang Yao.
Then I saw Wang Yao's lips curl into a wide smile, her eyes filled with intense interest as she looked at Jiang Fan.
Before long, the snakeskin bag in Jiang Fan's hand was almost full.
Jiang Fan felt that running on campus to exercise was really great—he earned points and could sell them for money.
Just as he passed by a palace gate that resembled a full moon, he heard unusual noises.
Experience told him that the people inside were fighting.
No, to be precise, someone was beaten up by a group of people.