Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

"Hey, poor boy."

As soon as Fang Zhuo walked to the door of the toilet, he was stopped by a tall man called Song Hengzhou, who was the one who took the lead in beating up the original owner.

Song Hengzhou pinched Fang Zhuo's face and made a pitiful click, "Look at this poor little face."

Fang Zhuo only felt a dull pain on his face, pushed away the opponent's hand, and asked casually, "What's wrong with my face?"

Song Hengzhou frowned, and stared at him inquiringly. You know, this kid has always looked at people with his nostrils, and this was the first time he heard such a kind tone come out of his mouth.

"Did you take the wrong medicine?" Song Hengzhou threw away his hands and wiped his clothes in disgust.

Did not take medicine, just changed the core.

Fang Zhuo crossed Song Hengzhou, paused before stepping into the bathroom, and suddenly turned around and said, "I was wrong before. I was too arrogant in talking and doing things, which offended you. But it was also wrong for you to lead someone to beat me up. Now it's even , from now on, the well water will not violate the river water."

Song Hengzhou was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and walked around Fang Zhuo, sneered, "I think you are afraid of being beaten by me."

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips and looked at him.

"Okay." Song Hengzhou smacked his lips, and said mercifully, "I'm not a small-hearted person, as long as you don't try to bully me again, I promise they won't come to pick on you again."

Fang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief. This Song family is much more powerful than the original owner's family. If the other party is serious and wants to punish him to the end, he will probably be deported.

At that time, I will find a fart male lead.

"Thank you." Fang Zhuo thought for a while, and added, "Brother."

Song Hengzhou was quite surprised because of these two words. The previous sentence might have been a sign of weakness, but this sentence is a sign of goodwill.

In fact, at the beginning, the two had no festivities. Song Hengzhou even thought that Ni Ke was good-looking and pleasing to the eye. It was only after a few encounters with him by chance that he realized that he was a fucking psychopath.

But what's the situation right now, after a beating, you'll be enlightened?

Fang Zhuo went into the toilet, and took a look in his glasses as he passed the sink.

Fuck, this fucking can also be called face!

Both eyes were black and blue, the cheekbones were swollen and the corners of the mouth were broken, it was too horrible to look at, no wonder the original owner was crying so sadly.

Fang Zhuo touched his face lightly, but it didn't hurt so much, it was more numb.

No wonder Song Hengzhou agreed to make peace, probably because he was too happy when he beat someone up and calmed down.

Fang Zhuo pushed against the wall of his mouth, it was a bit bloody, he picked up a handful of water and put it in his mouth, rinsed away the bloody smell in his mouth, and walked inside.

The boys stood one by one in front of the urinal, black, white, and brown, in different sizes, dazzling.

Fang Zhuo asked the system, "Do you think that in every world, the size of the male lead is fixed?"

233:"……"

Fang Zhuo didn't wait for an answer, and added, "Don't be shy, I'm discussing with you with a scientific and rigorous attitude."

233: "...don't know."

Hey, there is no spirit of exploration at all.

Fang Zhuo stood on the spot and recalled it over and over again. The bird was big and beautiful. As for the body length, he had no idea.

His eyeballs followed the row of birds and moved to the faces of those people.

Either with beards or black pearls, there are some who are handsome, but they are not up to the male lead's level of appearance.

As for the legs, the first two items are not up to the standard, and the latter item is definitely not up to the standard.

Fang Zhuo sighed and walked to the last position to release the water.

An ambiguous whistle sounded next to him, and he turned his face away. The whistle suddenly changed its tone, and he pulled the zipper, turned around and left.

"Superficial." Fang Zhuo muttered, put on his pants and was about to leave when he heard a sound.

The voice came from the compartment behind him. He moved his gaze down and saw a pair of heels through the crack of the door.

The owner of the heel seemed to be in pain and made a vomiting sound from time to time.

Fang Zhuo thought for a while, walked over and knocked on the door, "Student, are you okay?"

He speaks English, and his fluency surprised even himself. I have to boast that although the original owner has a bad personality and low EQ, he has good academic performance and is willing to work hard.

The people inside did not respond, and there was a violent cough.

Fang Zhuo was worried that he would cough up his lungs, so he called again, "Student?"

The person inside stopped coughing, opened the door and walked out. It was an oriental face, taller than him.

After Fang Zhuo thought about it, he remembered that this person was Yan Xiao, who was of Chinese descent. Because of his excellent academic performance, he was well-known among the Chinese circle in the school.

Fang Zhuo said, "Are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

As he said, he secretly observed Yan Xiao's face. His appearance should be enough, his eyes were down, and his legs were about the same. As for the size of the brother, he had to zip it up to see.

Yan Xiao is very sensitive to the gaze of others, and when he sensed the other party's sizing up, his face suddenly turned cold, "Get out of the way."

Fang Zhuo turned to the side, seeing that his expression was not good, "Are you okay?"

Yan Xiao passed him and walked out, Fang Zhuo hurried to catch up, and extended his hand to him, "My name is Ni Ke, we are..."

It's really hard to say what it is. They are classmates. The two are from different departments. They are friends. The original owner has never met each other, but has only heard a little.

Fang Zhuo turned a corner, "It's a fellow."

Yan Xiao: "..."

Yan Xiao looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, it was so white and tender that it didn't look like a man's hand, and he knew at a glance that he hadn't suffered.

He frowned, and touched the other's palm with his fingers, which was regarded as a handshake.

Fang Zhuo froze on the spot, waiting for a long time, but the familiar numbness did not emerge from his body.

"Third brother, isn't this the protagonist?"

233: "Trust your body."

Why did this sentence sound so erotic, Fang Zhuo couldn't help laughing, and slapped his face hard after laughing, his mouth seemed to be getting more and more flirty, and his thoughts were not pure.

Change, change, must be changed immediately.

Yan Xiao went far away, and looked back in a strange way. The man was like a bewitched man, smiling and frowning, a little weird.

He didn't know what to think of, his expression became strange, his pace quickened, and he disappeared into the corridor in the blink of an eye.

There were two classes left in the afternoon, and Fang Zhuo finished listening with all his strength, packed up his things and left the school after class.

After the freshman year, the original owner rented a suite not far from the school, and paid the rent for three years at a time. Later, he recruited three alumni and became the second landlord.

The room he lived in was the largest in the whole house, on the second floor, connected to a small attic that was arranged as a study.

Fang Zhuo carefully calculated the money in his hands. The tuition fee is paid according to the school year, and there is no need to pay it for the time being. He just needs to find a way to squeeze out the living expenses.

So he decided to rent out the room he lived in, move to the attic by himself, and then use his spare time to work part-time. There should be no problem with living and tuition fees for the next year. If he is lucky, he might be able to save some money to help the original owner. parents.

The rental advertisement was posted on the Internet, and a call came soon after. The strange thing was that there was no sound from the other side for a long time after the connection.

Fang Zhuo said hello to the phone several times, and looked at the call interface on the phone screen suspiciously, probably because the signal is not good.

He hung up the phone and just lay down when the phone rang again.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ni?"

The voice on the other side of the receiver was low and hoarse, with a steady tone of politeness and gentlemanliness.

Fang Zhuo hurriedly said, "Hello, I am."

"I saw your rental information. I am very satisfied with your house and price. If possible, can we sign the contract tomorrow and move in?"

Fang Zhuo was afraid of being bargained, so the bid rent was a bit inflated, but he didn't expect to be lucky enough to be bumped into a good one.

But, you still have to confirm the other party's situation first.

After understanding it, I realized that it was not the caller who wanted to live, but the nephew of this person. It is said that the other party was in the same school as him and was studying for a Ph.D.

Knowing that he was an alumni, Fang Zhuo was relieved, and made an appointment with the other party for tomorrow's signing.

The second landlord wanted to rent out his room, and the others didn't object, they just asked a few more questions when they saw his pig-headed face.

Then they helped Fang Zhuo move the things to the attic, and cleaned the room inside and out.

At about six o'clock the next day, the doorbell rang, and Fang Zhuo went to open the door.

The person who came was an uncle in his 40s, with white hair, amber eyes, wearing a tuxedo and a bow tie. When he saw him, he bowed slightly and saluted, "Hello, Mr. Ni."

"Hello." Fang Zhuo was a little embarrassed by the other party's grandeur, and he stepped aside, "Please come inside."

The uncle in the tuxedo politely turned a blind eye to Fang's scorching pig-headed face, and walked around the floor on his own, then put on his white gloves, and went straight up to the second floor. No matter if it was the cabinet or the head of the bed, as long as he could touch it, he Wipe it all over with your fingers.

After confirming that the hygiene was up to standard, he turned around and smiled and said, "The contract can be signed."

Fang Zhuo was confused by this person's series of actions, nodded in a daze, took out the contract he had prepared,

At the same time, the other party also took out a contract with exactly the same content.

The difference is that his paper is kraft paper with dark lines, and the content of the contract is also in cursive English.

Two sets of contracts are put together, one is for nobles and the other is for hanging silk.

"Mr. Ni, I have asked a lawyer to notarize this contract, please sign it."

The content of the contract is the same anyway, Fang Zhuo didn't think much about it, he turned to the end and planned to sign it. Next to the signature place, there is a very special seal.

The seal is pure gold, with a circle of words inside, and a strange pattern in the middle that Fang Zhuo has never seen before, which sets off the already high-end contract even more forcefully.

The uncle covered the seal naturally, and pointed to the blank space next to it, "Just sign here."

"okay."

Because the contract was too advanced, Fang Zhuo was very careful when he signed it, striving for perfection in every stroke.

After signing, he handed over the pen to the other party, "Are you signing for your nephew?"

The uncle stood up awkwardly, showing a panicked expression, "Of course not, I don't have that qualification."

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Fang Zhuoxin asked if there was something wrong with this person, and soon saw the other party regained his serious expression.

"I... my nephew, I'm in the car outside. I'll send him to sign. Please wait a moment."

The uncle gathered the contract and picked it up, and when he walked out past Fang Zhuo, the ring on his hand accidentally scratched the back of his hand.

Fang Zhuo let out a "hiss", looked up and saw that he was bleeding.

The other party didn't know what to think, but used the contract to help him wipe off the blood, and then hurriedly said, "Sorry", the soles of his feet were windy, and he walked quickly.

By the time Fang Zhuo came to his senses, the other party had disappeared.

The behavior of this man was too strange, Fang Zhuo became vigilant, and followed closely. He didn't see the uncle, but saw a tall man walking in against the light at the entrance of the entrance.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone from behind the man, covering his whole body with a faint halo, giving people an illusion of warmth.

Yes, illusion.

"Who are you?" Fang Zhuo swallowed nervously, feeling hairy in his heart.

The man has a very strange aura, which is depressing, his legs are weak, and he even has a real sense of suffocation.

"Damon Capet, your post-menopausal roommate."

Damon passed Fang Zhuo, put the signed contract that belonged to him on the coffee table next to him, turned and walked upstairs, and there was a slight friction sound between the soles of his shoes and the ground.

The footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared completely, and Fang Zhuo sat down on the sofa limply, with a broken expression.

Who can tell him what happened to the feeling of wanting to kneel on the ground, hugging a man's thigh, and shouting "Dad" just now!