After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

Yin An outside the room was squatting on the ground, listening to the crackling sound coming from the room with his ears upright. Suddenly, all the sounds disappeared. He opened his eyes wide and leaned against the door to listen again, only to get a dead silence.

"Brother?" Yin An called Wang Xiaoming, and the two exchanged glances, immediately unsealed the seal on the door, pushed the door open, and saw that the bedside lamp that was on had been broken, and the room was pitch black except for the hallway. The light from inside shines in and draws a rectangle on the ground at the door.

Zhang Yan and Ran Ran fell together, unconscious.

Yin An's heart tightened, and he stepped over in a few steps, supported Zhang Yan's upper body, and called repeatedly: "Brother Zhang Yan!"

Zhang Yan didn't respond. Yin An checked his breath and saw that his breath was like a thread, which was a sign of exhaustion. He immediately injected some spiritual energy, but Zhang Yan still didn't wake up.

The young man was anxious and lost his mind, he could only resort to the old method - hugging him and shaking him desperately.

"Brother Zhang Yan, wake up!"

The comatose young man frowned, stretched out his hand to stop his movement, and moaned: "Don't shake it, my head is going to break."

"You scared me to death." Yin An still had a frightened look on his face.

Zhang Yan sat up, rubbed his shoulders and complained: "You scared me to death, okay? What do you mean by keeping me here? I almost died inside."

The boy blinked his big eyes, and there was a meanness in his lovable face: "This is a test, you can officially enter our special office after you pass it."

Zhang Yan hit Yin An on the head with a millet explosion: "Then you should tell me, you little bastard!"

Yin An covered his head and said "hehe" in embarrassment: "Isn't the organization trying to test your on-the-spot reaction..."

There was music playing in the practice room, and the incandescent lamps illuminated the room brightly, but there was only one figure dancing vigorously in the huge space.

At the end of the song, Fang Qian stopped and looked out from the French window.

Chenhai didn't know when it started to rain heavily again. The raindrops hit the glass window, dragging water marks, and slid across the young man's mirror image.

He climbed over the metal railing with one hand, propped it on the glass window, and looked down from a height of more than ten floors. There was no one on the wide road—maybe everyone was rushing to avoid the sudden rainstorm in Chenhai.

The lights of the cafe on the opposite side stubbornly passed through the rain, piercing the dark night.

There seemed to be something in that cafe that attracted him.Drawn by this inexplicable feeling, Fang Qian stepped into 36 degrees 7.

The handsome waiter habitually showed a sweet smile: "Welcome!"

Fang Qian's face was exposed from under the brim of the hat, and the waiter realized his identity, and was a little excited to slur his words: "You... hello! What do you need?"

"A glass of Americano." He said, not surprised by such a scene, put the umbrella on the umbrella stand at the door, and sat down by the window.

"Okay." The waiter wrote it down in his sketchbook and turned to leave.

Perhaps because of the heavy rain, the cafe at six o'clock in the afternoon was empty and there were hardly any people.But it also suits his mind.

The refreshing aroma of coffee wafted in the air, FirsrofMay's soothing prelude sounded, and the waiter brought the coffee over and gently placed it in front of him.

"Your coffee."

He glanced at it: "This is not the American style I want."

"Yes... I'm sorry! I took the wrong one." The waiter apologized in panic, "I'll change it for you right away."

He lowered his eyes, the coffee on the table was steaming slightly, a big smiling face was drawn on the floating milk foam, the cartoon face smiled heartlessly.

It's ugly, Fang Qian thought this way, picked up the cup by mistake, and took a sip.The fragrant, soft and smooth liquid rolled over the tip of his tongue, flowed into his throat, and warmed to his stomach.

This taste is much better than the sour and bitter American style.His tense expression eased slightly, and he stopped the waiter who was about to leave: "Forget it."

"Huh?" The waiter opened his eyes wide.

"This is what I want," he added, raising his glass and taking another sip.

"Okay." The waiter nodded, but did not move.

Fang Qian put down his cup and looked at the waiter who was still standing next to him: "Do you have anything to do?" During non-working hours, he didn't like the pestering of fans.

The waiter blushed again, took a deep breath, as if mustering courage: "Senior, hello! My name is Yi Han, and I'm also a student of Chenxi. I'm a sophomore now."

"Oh? So it's my junior." He finally looked at the waiter carefully.

About 1.8 meters tall, standard thin body, good proportions, wide shoulders, thin waist, long legs, fair complexion, it can be seen that the appearance has been carefully taken care of, the hair is dyed dark brown, slightly curled, and the eyes are very soft Almond-shaped, with a handsome face, he is the appearance of a very popular teenager nowadays.

good.Appearance pass.Fang Qian evaluated silently in his heart, and got his first pass to enter the entertainment industry.

Seeing that there was no impatience on his face, Yi Han seemed to be encouraged, "I have always liked seniors very much. Can seniors sign for me?"

He took out the shorthand notebook from his bib and handed it to him, his eyes were shining with hope, his expression was like a little white rabbit.

"Of course." Fang Qian quickly signed his name on the paper, wondering how he could use such a metaphor to describe a boy.

"Thank you senior!" Yi Han happily pinched the sketchbook signed by Fang Qian, as if he had obtained a peerless treasure.

His pure happiness seemed to have infected Fang Qian, making him feel light as well.

"Just a little thing."

"Remember to come to us for coffee when you have time. I'll give the seniors a discount."

"Okay." He responded with a smile, and looked at the young student's face again.

A First of May is singing to a climax.He hummed softly.

But you and I, our love will never die, but guess we'll cry, come first of May...

Turning his eyes back to the coffee in front of him, half a cup of coffee was gently rippling away, with some milk foam still floating on the surface.That silly smiling face was crooked out of shape.

Some people are like latte, which is sweet and delicious, which makes people feel happy; while some people are like American style, thick black and bitter, which makes people feel bitter in their hearts when they take a sip.

Fang Qian looked at the rain-drenched street outside the window, and smiled at his mirror image, not knowing why he had such an idea suddenly.

"Brother Zhang Yan!" Yi Han rushed to the bar eagerly, took out the shorthand notebook as if showing off, flashed it quickly in front of Zhang Yan, and then hid it back like a baby, "Look what I got?"

Zhang Yan put down the cup he was wiping, and said with some amusement, "I can't see clearly so fast."

"It's Fang Qian's signature!" Yi Han's face was still blushing with excitement, "He's really handsome in person!"

He has seen Fang Qian's fans countless times, but this is the first time he has seen Fang Qian's fans: "You like him very much?"

"Of course! I grew up watching his dramas." If people's eyes were light bulbs, then Yi Han's eyes definitely exceeded 100 watts.

"I remember Fang Qian just turned 25?"

"Yeah, but he's been acting since he was sixteen or seventeen. He's a big star now."

"No, not a celebrity, but a good actor." Zhang Yan blurted out.

As soon as the words came out, both he and Yi Han were stunned.

"Brother Zhang Yan also chases stars?"

"How is it possible?" Zhang Yan shook his head, trying to put it lightly: "I watched "Lost" once, and I think his performance is not bad."

Yi Han didn't get suspicious, and continued on his own: "He is super approachable, I just took the wrong coffee, and he didn't even ask for a change..."

Zhang Yan lowered his head and changed from wiping the cup to wiping the table.

Yi Han did not take it wrong, he deliberately replaced that cup of coffee.Even he himself didn't know why he did such unnecessary things.

As soon as Fang Qian walked into the store, Zhang Yan spotted him, but he had to quickly lower his head and hide behind the coffee machine, avoiding Fang Qian's casual gaze.

Don't come near him, don't come near him.He can only stand far away.

From afar, watching him smile at Yi Han.

That's fine.He convinced himself, trying to ignore the bitter taste spreading in his mouth.

"Brother Zhang Yan, don't wipe it off." Yi Han's voice recalled his further and further thoughts, "The paint on the table is almost wiped off. Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Zhang Yan smiled sarcastically, stopped wiping, walked to the edge of the sink, and started cleaning the rag. His work was over for today.

"I have something to do today, so I'm leaving first. Wang Lan will be here soon, can you handle it alone?" Zhang Yan asked Yi Han.

"Of course. You should go to work quickly." There is only one Fang Qian in the store, and it is convenient for him to watch the idols.

Zhang Yan nodded.He walked into the back kitchen, took off his bib and hung it behind the door, and left the cafe through the back door. Tonight, he had other things to do.

The full name of the Special Office is the Office of Special Affairs, but it is actually a branch established by Yingzhou in the human world.

After the battle between He Lanjue and Yingzhou, the governments of the human world began to gradually become aware of the existence of the cultivation world. After some negotiations, the Special Office was born.

After that, although Bing Po took away most of the monsters, some of them escaped to other parts of the world, and the task of exorcising the demons naturally fell on the shoulders of the Taoists in Yingzhou.

Out of the desire to make amends, Zhang Yan also joined the special office at Wu Qin's invitation and became a public servant serving the people.

The special office is located in a two-story western-style building in the old town. There are several phoenix trees planted in front of the door and camellias are planted in the yard. The flowers are all withered in this season, leaving only lush leaves. The brick-red exterior wall adds a bit of old-fashioned atmosphere to this ancient building.

At first glance, this place looks very ordinary, but in fact, there are several barriers inside and outside, which can be called the strongest fortress in the world, and ordinary ghosts and elves cannot get close.

When Zhang Yan walked into the gate, he bumped into Wu Qin who had just returned from a business trip.

He was dressed in black from head to toe, with a cold face, still carrying the dampness of the night, like the sky before a thunderstorm.

It was rare for Zhang Yan to see him with such a serious expression. Guessing that he had encountered some unexpected events, he took the initiative to greet him: "Is the mission at Runan going well?"

"Yes." Wu Qin stopped and nodded hastily, "I heard that you passed the test."

Zhang Yan scratched his head unconsciously: "Ah..."

Wu Qin stared at him with dark eyes: "You're making rapid progress."

"Hmm. Thank you." Zhang Yan murmured, unable to find any more topics.Fortunately, Wu Qin seemed to be in a hurry, so he bid farewell to him immediately and walked to the other side of the corridor, while Zhang Yan stepped up the stairs and went up to the reporting office on the second floor.

This is an office space provided by the government. It has a history of more than a hundred years. The floor is covered with mahogany, the upper half of the wall is painted white, and the bottom half is pasted with mahogany. Even the porch lamps are in the style of the last century. Very nostalgic.

Zhang Yan walked into the innermost room on the second floor, where the brother in charge of personnel was drinking tea with Yin An.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the aroma of Yingzhou tea.This tea tree only grows in places full of aura, and the tea leaves have the effect of calming the mind, so it is very popular among Taoists.

Although they came to the human world, they still couldn't change their love of drinking tea. They often sat together drinking tea and discussing Taoism in their spare time, making this place look like a Taoist temple, not an office at all.

When Yin An saw him, he immediately greeted him warmly: "Brother Zhang Yan, come and have a drink with us. This is the new tea that brother Xiaojun brought back from Yingzhou."

Zhang Yan's face twitched, and he didn't know how to complain about the taste of these Taoist priests in naming themselves, such as Wang Xiaoming, whose original name was Chunchi, and this senior brother Li Xiaojun, whose original name was Xueting.Why can't they honestly put a surname in front of their name?