Attacker is a fan

[Welcome to the main page, Mr. Host, do you need a break? 】

Ye Feng lay on the soft quilt and stretched, thinking for a long time: "Let's rest for three days, there should be only the last world quest, right?"

Customer service system: [If you complete the next world well, you will be the last one. If you fail the mission, you will not be the last one.Host, if you have nothing else to do, I will go on a date. 】

! ! !Dating?Er Gouzi finally caught up? ?

"Ah, let's go." Ye Feng worried about his old father, really excited.

The customer service system set the world transfer in three days, and finally gave Ye Feng a few words and left.

Three days later, Ye Feng was still holding his mobile phone to play ranking with other hosts, and was sent to the virtual world.

"Fuck me, Er Gouzi——"

【You are my father, and I have a girlfriend. 】

I'm still playing ranking!Ranking, it's amazing to cheat teammates, they will report me!Good luck to you, bro, hold on!We can win.

[World information transmission——]

The original owner of this world is Nan Ziqian, who is now the owner of an antique shop.

In fact, he just came back from abroad not long ago. As soon as he came back, his father handed over the antique shop to Nan Ziqian, but he traveled around the world with the original owner's stepmother.

Ye Feng: "Everyone is cheating father, he is cheating son. Go to be happy on your own, and leave all the burden to me."

The reclining chair was dangling, Ye Feng observed the furnishings and decoration in the store, the style was a bit retro, in order to match the old-style store, Nan Ziqian also specially bought a long gown with the style of the Republic of China to wear.

Although it is inevitable to accept some strange looks when going out, Nan Ziqian doesn't mind.

This reminded Ye Feng that his cousin liked to wear Hanfu very much, and she would be looked at strangely when she went out. What was even more speechless was that others would say, "Is this Hanbok? Is this Japanese?"

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone on the table interrupted Ye Feng's thoughts. When Ye Feng picked up the phone, he heard a loud voice over there: "Nan Shao, you told me to change the name of the store last time and said that you didn't think about it. Now, do you think about it?" alright?"

Ye Feng pushed the silver-rimmed mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Well, let's call it [Jifu], Jifu that collects all living things."

This name is still the name of the previous shop, but it is good to put it here, after all, they are all antiques, sometimes people from the Tao will come to sell the things he poured out, if there is a real glimpse, Nan Ziqian will accept it. (One glance: jargon, there's good stuff.)

After hanging up the phone, Ye Feng closed his eyes and continued to learn about the original owner.

Antique shops generally don't have much business, but as long as there is business, the income is still good. Ye Feng looked at the account book, but always felt that the income was not enough.

Gotta think of a way to make money.

"System, what is this world mission?"

[The world mission has not yet started, just wait a little longer. 】

Ye Feng responded, he didn't trigger the task, so he had time to do his own thing, otherwise the cheap daddy in this world came back and saw that the antique shop was getting worse, he must have a lecture.

The reclining chair was shaking, Ye Feng dozed off after a while, and when he woke up again, it was already dark.

The shop was lit by Huang Yun's lights, shining on the antiques in the house, Ye Feng actually felt a little eerie.

Then he smiled self-deprecatingly. After all, he had experienced a world with ghosts and zombies, so he was still so timid.

When the time came, no 'seller' came to the door, so Ye Feng simply closed the door. (The person who sells the goods: Inverted.)

The car parked a little far away today, Ye Feng walked leisurely under the night playing with the car keys, still thinking about the original plot and direction of this world, when he was attracted by the curses not far away.

It is understandable to have quarrels or physical conflicts, but the voice sounds a little immature.

"Fuck, dare to hit my brother—"

Ye Feng adjusted his glasses, and squinted at the boy who was swearing over there, he was about twelve or thirteen years old.

Tch, at the age of the second year of middle school, it is inevitable to be impulsive.

Ye Feng shook his head speechlessly, he didn't intend to care, just took a few steps, he was forced to stop by the sudden flash of light over there.

He even brought a knife! ! ?

A kid who just entered junior high school fights with a knife?

This can’t be ignored. Many students don’t have a clear definition of human life. When I was in junior high school, the police often came to the school to hold meetings. The main thing was to say that people have only one life. One ear goes in and the other goes out, and in the end, something big happens, which hurts the parents.

It's a pity that I'm not a student now, otherwise I can appear on the stage in a cool way. I'm really worried that my current outfit will scare them. Will they think that I have traveled from the Republic of China or more likely that I am crazy.

"What are you doing—" Ye Feng's voice sounded, and he seemed to hear the accent in a trance.

Ye Feng was still in a daze, when he saw a heroic man approaching from the opposite side of the alley, his black shirt looked a little tight, not fat, but muscular.

Tsk, I have a good figure, Ye Feng looked down at himself, forget it, someone has already taken care of him, he is now a 'scholar' with no strength to restrain himself, and he still can't pass, thinking so, Ye Feng simply turned around left.

Jing Yang naturally also heard the voice that spoke loudly to himself. When he saw that person, he looked down at his figure, and then left full of 'disappointment'. Jing Yang hooked the corners of his lips unconsciously.

"I don't care what you do, I don't know you!" The hairy-headed child was timid, but his 'little brother' was still there, so he couldn't be cowardly.

Jing Yang suppressed the smirk at the corners of his mouth, and frowned. His appearance was really aura: "Don't go home at night, and fight here? Which school?"

As soon as Jing Yang finished asking, he glanced at the formal school uniform of Xiangyang Middle School worn by the student who was beaten.

"Xiang Yang middle school, the first year of junior high school, right?"

A few students were still young after all, so they ran away at the right time.

Jing Yang didn't intend to chase them, and turned to comfort the injured student: "They often bully you like this? Did you tell the teacher?"

The student didn't speak, and ran away with his head down.

Are today's students so stubborn?Jing Yang took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Hey old man, let's arrange a safety meeting for the school recently, and I'll teach your students how to cherish life."