Fast Time Traveling Girlfriend: Boss is coming, please attack

Chapter 65 Old Classmate Long Fei

Hey?
"Go?" What do you mean?
"Don't you understand human language? I'll tell you to go!" the boy Yi Er said coldly.

I:……

This kid is actually aggressive towards me, and wants to drive me away? !

It's amazing to paralyze you and lose your memory, huh?How small is it?

I got up angrily and got out of the hospital bed, rushed to him in a few steps, raised my head and raised my hand to hook his chin, and said, "Why, after I fucked my sister, I will drive my sister away in a blink of an eye?"

"You!" The boy Yil slapped my hand off with your presumptuous expression on his face, and after taking a few steps back to keep a distance from me, he took out a white handkerchief from his trouser pocket with a dirty look, and slapped it back and forth Wipe his chin where I just touched it.

I'm sooooooooooooooo!
Shocked by his reaction, I just kept hooking his chin and froze in place.

"Whether what you said is true or not, I will not believe you. You said that you are the first person to experience "Possible Worlds", so you can continue to experience it now!"

"As for what you said about the only agency or not, I'm sorry I don't need that thing, so I don't need it."

"Also, I don't like women who are older than me. For the sake of your good looks, I will take pity on your poor family and let you be the president's agent. The life experience game "It's Possible" Let's be the spokesperson of The World!"

"In this way... when the experiencers of the game after you find that they will attack you every time, I can explain it. Then, goodbye."

After the young Il had relentlessly let out such a lot of nonsense, he immediately dropped his used but not dirty white handkerchief and walked away. He didn't want to step on it when he left, and he stopped when he felt it. By the way, he rubbed the handkerchief to make the handkerchief completely dirty, and then left without hesitation.

I watched him leave with a hurt expression on my face, and then... I cleaned up my emotions and followed out. After I went out, I was free. The rows of door numbers hanging in the hospital corridor were in Korean!

I'm in Korea now?

Suddenly, a person behind me pulled me around, and then I felt a familiar hug.

"Duanduan! You finally came out!" It was my mother.

"This is... Duanduan?" This is the voice of grandma in doubt.

"Fan Niba!" It can only be my old classmate who will call me that, and she knows that something happened to me?Why did you come so far to see me?So touched!Also, after so many years, I was finally able to see her again!

"Sister...hug~!" Among a group of adults, the elder brother from the dwarf kingdom hugged my leg while begging me for a hug.

I first went back to my mother for a hug, told her that I was fine, and comforted her, then left her arms and hugged my cute big brother, kissed his tender face, and then turned to look at my old brother. Classmate, thousands of words, turned into one sentence: "Long Fei, you are here."

Long Fei, tall and thin, with flying short short hair, black T-shirt and ripped jeans, canvas sneakers that remain unchanged all year round, flat chest and long legs, judging by his name and attire, people who don't know will mistakenly think that the person standing in front of him is A handsome guy, but she is a girl through and through.

Unlike my big face, which is still full of potholes, she has a delicate oval face, and there is a pear dimple at the right corner of her mouth when she smiles, which is very attractive.

She is what I regard as a regret in life, and I have always wanted to save her. One day, she suddenly confessed to me that she likes me—an old classmate, Long Fei.

　The water in the West Lake~my tears~~~ One day I stayed up late one day carrying drowsy code words, and woke up the next day to read the chapter published last night, and I cried instantly. . . . "The plane is coming into my house" is a ghost. . . .It would be troublesome to delete it and start over again, but fortunately, the circle is back now, if the rhythm is not rhythmic, please pay attention next time. . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)