Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

After Fang Zhuo finished speaking, the air also became silent.

Xing Sen looked at him with an obvious sense of inquiry.

After a while, he said very shamelessly, "I don't have time to play with you." He turned around and left.

Fang Zhuo watched his back blending into the crowd, and sighed to the system, "Xing Sen doesn't seem to be interested in anything, and if he can't find a breakthrough point, does he have no weakness in character?"

233 said ruthlessly, "I have revealed everything I can disclose."

Fang Zhuo pondered, what the system revealed was only on the surface, and Xing Sen had to figure out a way to dig out what was in his heart.

Just as he was thinking about it, he was patted on the shoulder, and the red wine glass in his hand was shaken, and the wine was all spilled out.

Song Guangyue looked at the red wine on his white shirt, and the veins on his forehead twitched invisibly.

Fang Zhuo glanced, "Sorry."

Song Guangyue said, "It's okay, do you have any other shirts, lend me a change."

In memory, when the original owner encountered such a situation, he would definitely be red-faced, shy and excited, and help to wipe it in a hurry, feeling the body temperature of his crush, and would cover his mouth and laugh afterwards at this rare intimacy.

But this matter fell on Fang Zhuo, he couldn't be happy, he was very annoyed.

Just now he deliberately turned around in front of Song Guangyue, just to let the other party know that he didn't want to meet him face to face, what was this person thinking, and he even moved in front of him.

"I'm really sorry." Fang Zhuo apologized, "Go to the bathroom to clean up first."

Song Guangyue thought that the other party hadn't heard what he said just now, so he wiped his chest with a tissue, and repeated with a smile, "The red wine is not easy to clean up, so I'll lend you a shirt to change."

Fang Zhuo was expressionless, "The hand sanitizer in the bathroom can be cleaned up."

Song Guangyue's eyebrows twitched, and the smile on the corner of his mouth barely froze, "Ah Xun, don't make trouble."

Fang Zhuo got goosebumps when he was yelled "A Xun". The original owner had never called that before, so it's no wonder that the original owner fell into it.

He continued to suggest neither salty nor salty, "Or I can go to the kitchen to find some salt for you, and it can also be washed off."

Something's wrong, this man didn't look at him with the sparkling eyes like before.

The warmth on Song Guangyue's face disappeared, and he stared at the person in front of him unhappily, "Where have I recruited you recently?"

"I didn't recruit." Fang Zhuo said flatly, "Since you can't accept me, I don't want to spend any more time with you, so we don't meet each other in the future."

Song Guangyue was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

Before losing his temper like this, Lu Xun would only dare to say it on the phone or send a text message, but this time he was a little surprised to bring it up in person.

It is estimated that someone gave him a bad idea, trying to catch him.

Song Guangyue didn't coax people right away, and planned to be left out for a few days, so he glanced at Fang Zhuo coldly, pretended to be angry and left.

Fang Zhuo snorted lightly, "Stupid."

233,"Is this the end?"

Fang Zhuo couldn't stop talking, "Just wait, within ten days, he will take the initiative to contact me."

The birthday party came to an end, it was time to eat the cake, all the lights in the hall went out, and the servant came out pushing the cart, on which there was a big three-story cake with 18 candles stuck in it.

Xing Sen's classmates gathered around the candles, clapping their hands and singing birthday song for him, while the rest of the adults circled outside, applauding to add to the atmosphere.

Fang Zhuo looked at the young man in the middle of the crowd from a distance, the candlelight jumped in his eyes, his eyes were dazed, and in just a second, all those complicated emotions were taken back by him.

Hey, children have so many things on their minds.

Amid the urging of everyone, Xing Sen blew out the candles stiffly. Mother Lu cut the cake for everyone herself, and specially left a small piece for her son.

When he handed it over, he scolded him and asked, "Where did you fool around this afternoon? Have you prepared a gift for Xing Sen?"

Fang Zhuo inserted a piece of cake into his mouth, it was sweet but not greasy, "It's ready, give it to him later."

Mother Lu was surprised, "Have you figured it out?"

"I figured it out." Fang Zhuo said.

Lu's mother said happily, "It's good that you can accept him. Xing Sen is a good boy. You treat him well. Although he doesn't say it, he will definitely remember it in his heart."

So in order for Xing Sen to remember himself, after Xing Sen went upstairs for the birthday banquet, Fang Zhuo also followed.

Xing Sen received a lot of gifts today, except for those from Lu's mother, he didn't open any of them, and put them all in the cabinet.

Just as the cabinet was closed, there was a knock on the door in the room.

He said, "Come in."

The light was on in the room, Fang Zhuo opened the door and walked in, and saw the situation in the room clearly, except for the basic furniture, basketball, band, and models that boys should like, none of them.

It couldn't be simpler.

Xing Sen walked to the desk with his schoolbag, buried his head in the book, "What's the matter?"

Fang Zhuo took out a beautiful paper bag with dark dark lines and a bow tie on it. It was a world-renowned pen brand.

It happened to be the one Xing Sen saw at noon.

The boy blinked his eyes, but didn't speak, watching the man put the bag in front of him.

"For you, happy birthday." Fang Zhuo was actually a bit cautious. This kid couldn't say a fart for a long time, and the atmosphere around him became tense when he was silent, so that he didn't even know how to move his hands and feet.

Xing Sen picked up the paper bag, "Thank you."

Fang Zhuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Try it and see if it will scratch the paper."

Out of respect, Xing Sen didn't refuse. He opened the book, took out a new pen, added some ink, and wrote twice.

Fang Zhuo stood behind him, bent slightly to look at him, felt his nose itchy, raised his hand and rubbed it casually.

Just as he was about to speak, there was a smack, and the snot flowed out, just dripping onto Xing Sen's book.

Unbiased, right in the middle.

Only then did Fang Zhuo realize that he had a nosebleed.

At that moment, he felt that Xing Sen's aura became terrifying and depressing.

He quietly raised his eyes and looked, oh my god, this must be cannibalism.

Fang Zhuo said awkwardly, "Sorry, this was an accident."

As soon as he spoke, nosebleeds flowed into his mouth, and the smell of blood was so strong.

He drank too much, his anger was too high, and his nosebleeds couldn't be stopped. Seeing the man standing there stupidly, Xing Sen's brows became more and more wrinkled.

He said impatiently, "Go to the bathroom."

The bathroom is very dry, with the familiar smell of Fang Zhuo, a very light lemon smell, strangely, Xing Sen does not have this smell.

Fang Zhuo frantically raised his head, reached out to pull the tissue, trying to block his nostrils, but was choked hard.

Xing Sen, who followed in, his face was about to twitch. He couldn't stand the man's stupid look, so he stretched out his hand and pressed his head towards the sink.

Fang Zhuo's mind flashed the image of the original owner's head buried in the water, drowning, and he was so frightened that he trembled all over, and suddenly straightened up.

The person standing behind him was unprepared, and was hit hard by the back of his head, making a muffled grunt of pain.

Fang Zhuo's face turned pale from fright, he covered his nose with one hand, and touched the bridge of Xing Sen's nose with the other, what should he do if his nose collapses.

Fortunately, Xing Sen's nose is strong enough, but the tip of the nose is a little reddish.

Fang Zhuo's nosebleed was still bleeding, and it fell on the snow-white tiles, which was very conspicuous.

"Don't look up, do you want to be choked to death?" Xing Sen's eyes and tone were stern and cold, and those who didn't know thought he was the poop.

Fang Zhuo blocked his nostrils with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Can you twist a wet towel for me?"

The person in front of him is like a ball of wool, and there are continuous troubles on the wool ball. Once it gets on it, troubles will be entangled one by one.

Xing Sen hated trouble, but he still reached out for the towel on the shelf, wet it with cold water, and covered the back of Fang Zhuo's neck.

He lowered his head, looked at the blood dripping down the man's fingers, and reminded, "Press your nose and don't move around."

The method was correct, and the nosebleed stopped quickly.

Fang Zhuo praised in surprise, "Our Xing Sen knows a lot."

The smile is sincere, the words are brisk, and the eyes are mixed with inexplicable pride.

Xing Sen lowered his eyes, "Oh."

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Fang Zhuo thought that he hadn't praised enough, so he continued to chat, "Do you want to be a doctor in the future?"

Xing Sen didn't say a word.

It seems not, Fang Zhuo continued to laugh without turning his eyes.

Xing Sen felt uncomfortable with his focused eyes, and said reluctantly, "Police."

Fang Zhuo groaned in his heart.

Among the materials 233 gave him at the beginning, one of them was that the case of Xing Sen's parents had never been closed because the suspect disappeared and has not been brought to justice so far.

Xing Sen goes back to ask about the progress every three months, and the answers he gets are of course disappointing.

The original intention of becoming a policeman is probably to catch the murderer with his own hands.

What a filial child.

Fang Zhuo reached out and patted his shoulder, "I support you."

Xing Sen took the hand away expressionlessly, turned and walked out of the bathroom.

He sat back at the desk, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the drop of bright red blood, and turned the page.

Early the next morning, Fang Zhuo went to the hospital. After an examination, several physical indicators were abnormal.

Just drink for another six months, no, drink for two more months, and the alcoholic liver is gone.

The doctor couldn't help saying a few more words, "Young people these days really don't love themselves, drinking less alcohol and smoking less will lead to less meat."

Doctors and teachers always have an inexplicable majesty, and this majesty is even stronger in the dead silent office.

Fang Zhuo was so trained that he didn't dare to lift his head, he kept saying yes and yes.

"Quit alcohol, you must quit drinking." The doctor slapped the examination report on the table, "Your data is only slightly high now, but if you ruin your body like this again, the liver disease will worsen, even the gods will not be able to save you."

"Quiet, I'll quit immediately." Fang Zhuo was terrified in his heart, his head was about to fall off, and he was flustered all the way on the road.

This task has not officially started yet, he has already taken a step towards the gate of hell.

As soon as he got home, he made himself a schedule of work, rest and diet, and planned to strictly enforce it.And put the form on the wall, where you can see it when you look up, then took the car keys and went out the door.

Fang Zhuo drove around Beicheng, and finally found the book he wanted to buy in a large bookstore.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a pen from the armrest box, and wrote the word "Xing Sen" on the title page one stroke at a time.

The second he finished writing, he was stunned, "How can my handwriting be so ugly!"

233,"Written like a primary school student."

Fang Zhuo frowned, "No, I remember I was very flamboyant when I signed autographs for people."

No, he doesn't seem to have signed anyone's autograph.

Fang Zhuo was a little confused, "Third Brother, have I ever signed someone's autograph before?"

233,"Think for yourself."

Fang Zhuo racked his brains and couldn't figure it out. He felt that the memory in his mind was only an outline. He remembered something he had done, but he couldn't remember the process of doing it.

Normal people's memory can't be like this.

"Is there something wrong with the hippocampus of this body?" Fang Zhuo's voice trembled violently.

He flipped through other memories before time travel, such as the TV series he acted in and the awards he won; for example, the variety shows he participated in, how many people were in his family, and the places they traveled together...

He can find out the answer to all of them, but he has no impression of the details below the answer.

As early as in the first world, he had doubts. At that time, he seemed to be distracted by the system... Now that he thinks about it, he realizes that each of his memories is more like a frame without fillers.

It's not as fresh as these memories after time travel.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the car was normal, but Fang Zhuo felt cold all over, "Is my brain okay?"

233 said, "No problem, I just forgot, it's okay."

Apart from other things, how could he forget what his parents looked like?It doesn't matter, it's called the brain is broken.

Fang Zhuo was a little scared and a little confused, staring at the car glass for a long time.

233 didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say dryly, "Everything will be fine when you complete the task."

Fang Zhuo's mind was in a mess, and he asked nonchalantly, "Really?"

The system said, "It's not good for me, I will broadcast Chixiang live."

Wow, the stakes are so high, Fang Zhuo's bad mood gradually eased, his eyes rolled, "You are actually a human being, right?"

The real system is data, not even a mouth, what to eat.

233 didn't know what to think of, and was a little lost, "Of course not."

Someone knocked on the car window suddenly, Fang Zhuo came back to his senses and rolled down the car window.

Outside the car window was a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, yelling ferociously, "What do you mean you stopped halfway, are you going or not?!"

Fang Zhuo stretched his head and looked back——

The rear of the car was blocked by a long tail, he apologized to the uncle in embarrassment, and quickly drove the car away.

When he arrived at the school, it was exactly 11:55, and the students were on vacation. Fang Zhuo planned to pick him up for lunch just like yesterday.This time, when all the students left, I still didn't see anyone at 12:[-].

He took out his mobile phone, found Xing Sen's number and dialed it.

No one picked up.

Dial again and hang up.

Fang Zhuo lightly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel a few times, got out of the car and walked into the school.

There was no one in the teaching building of the third year of high school, but standing at the end of the corridor and looking out, one could see behind the teaching building, on the other side of the low wall, a person was confronting seven or eight people.

The leader of that group of gangsters was Xing Sen's former neighbor, who quit school a long time ago.

He spat, and looked at Xing Sen with disgust, "I really can't see that a bereaved star like you is also adopted. It feels good to be a dog in a rich man's house, right?"

Fang Zhuo just arrived at the other end of the wall, and when he heard this, he wished he could rush up and kick that idiot.

Does this speak human words?

Xing Sen was neither angry nor smiling, there was coldness in his dark eyes.

The person on the opposite side saw that he didn't hurt him, and his tone was even worse, "At that time, your house was robbed, and you opened the door to let people in. Now that you are short of money, you can help us open the door." .”

Hearing this, Fang Zhuo's eyes widened in surprise, "Fuck, what's going on?"

233, "It means that Xing Sen let the criminals in."

Fang Zhuo, "..." Are you talking nonsense?

Just when the topic of one person, one system started, there was an "ah" from the other end. It was very exaggerated, and it was obvious that he was beaten badly.

Fang Zhuo hurried to the school police room and called a few security guards over. When they climbed over the wall, those people had already been beaten and lying on the ground, screaming in pain.

Xing Sen is not there.

This is an excellent opportunity to increase favorability, so you can't miss it like this. Fang Zhuo jumped off the wall and chased in the direction where Xing Sen might leave.

After running several hundred meters, I finally saw someone.

He sat on a dirt bag, staring into the distance in a daze, his tall and straight body bent into a ball, looking pitiful.

Paradoxically, he looked lonely, with a bit of sternness and vigilance on his body. When he sensed someone approaching, he stood up abruptly, like a lion that has just finished its bloodthirsty.

Fang Zhuo almost backed away from the terrifying aura emanating from the young man's body. He regained his composure and said, "I'll pick you up from school."

Xing Sen's eyes were red, he was angry, and he said hoarsely, "No need."

Fang Zhuo glanced at his arm, he didn't know what had cut it so long, it hurt just looking at it.

Regardless of Xing Sen's willingness or not, Fang Zhuo insisted on dragging him to the hospital.

Because it was scratched by a steel pipe, he was given tetanus in the end.

When the two came out of the hospital, it was already 01:30. Fang Zhuo bought him a packed lunch on the way, then sent him to the school himself, and explained to the teacher why he was late.

The teacher knew that Xing Sen had an adoptive father, but he didn't expect him to be so young, how many years younger than himself, both of them were very embarrassed.

Fang Zhuo said, "Xing Sen has to ask the teacher to take care of him at school."

The teacher hurriedly said, "No trouble, no trouble, this kid has good grades and is obedient, so we don't need to worry about it at all."

Teacher, if you see the real face, you will be scared to death, really.

When Fang Zhuo saw a group of screaming people lying on the ground before, his heart was so cold, that kid was not usually ruthless.

Probably the other party just sprinkled the salt on his festering wound.

It seems that it is really necessary to understand the past a few years ago.Before he understood, he had to feed the little boy some candy.

After the first class was over, Fang Zhuo came to Xing Sen's class and asked his classmates to call him out.

Xing Sen frowned impatiently, put his hands in his pockets, and looked handsome.

Fang Zhuo handed him the brand new textbook, "Take it."

Xing Sen didn't take it right away, but stared at Fang Zhuo's hand for a few seconds, it was exactly the same as the book stained by nosebleed yesterday, and the bookstore's receipt was still attached to the book.

He knew the location of this bookstore, which was quite far away.

Xing Sen asked, "Is this why you came to see me at noon?"

"Ang." Fang Zhuo directly pushed the book over, "Take it."

Xing Sen took the book and brushed it with his fingers, the warmth of the man's palm still remained on it.

He flipped through it casually, and saw the ugly words on the title page.

Thinking of his chicken feet, Fang Zhuo panicked with embarrassment, and was about to leave when he heard a chuckle next to his ear, "It's so ugly."