The host of fast travel is Bailian in the prosperous age

Xu Moshu got up early the next morning. When he walked into the bathroom to wash up, he looked at the person in the mirror and sighed.

The boy in the mirror was only about 1.7 meters tall. His bangs blocked his eyes, his skin was terribly white, and he felt a sense of oppression.

Like a deadly ghost.

Xu Moshu frowned. If the original owner looked like this, it would be impossible if someone could talk to him.

It seems that we need to find an opportunity to cut off this unsightly bangs.

Xu Moshu took a deep breath, and returned to the timid look of the original owner.

He walked to the door and listened quietly to the movement outside the rental house.

He wants to have a chance encounter.

About 2 minutes later, Xu Moshu moved his ears and opened the door all at once.

Hearing the movement, Bai Yechen closed the door for a moment, he froze in place, looked at Xu Moshu who was carrying a schoolbag and said hello: "Good morning, neighbor!"

Actually met a neighbor.

This thing of fate...is really amazing!

Xu Moshu looked at him with surprise, but only for a moment, he turned his head and closed the door with a "bang".

"morning."

The voice was pitifully low, almost covered by the sound of closing the door, but how could Bai Yechen, who has cultivated for hundreds of years, not hear it.

The corner of Bai Yechen's mouth curved, he closed the door and walked side by side with Xu Moshu.

"How old are you now? Are you in high school or university?" Bai Yechen casually brought up a topic.

"I'm 21 years old and I'm in my sophomore year." Xu Moshu replied in a low voice.

The original owner suffered from depression when he was in the second year of junior high school, and dropped out of school that year.

So one year older than my classmates.

Thinking of the original owner's life experience, Xu Moshu's eyes moved.

"Oh." Bai Yechen nodded, he glanced at his school uniform, "In F University?"

He remembered... He seems to have the identity of a school director of F University?

"Yes."

……

The two came to Bai Yechen's milk tea shop with questions and answers like this. Xu Moshu walked a few steps under Bai Yechen's watch, then turned his head hesitantly and said goodbye to Bai Yechen.

"Bai Yechen, goodbye..."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Bai Yechen to react, he turned his head and quickened his pace, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt flustered.

The smile on the corner of Bai Yechen's mouth deepened, and he walked into the milk tea shop after seeing Xu Moshu's disappearing back.

bunny.

[Ding—the favorability of the target of the strategy is +5, and the current favorability is 25. ]

The gate of University F.

As soon as Xu Moshu arrived at the school gate, a group of vicious people blocked his way. Xu Moshu raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the yellow hair in the middle.

Huang Mao's hands were cast in plaster. When he kicked him yesterday, his face seemed to have been "touched" by the earth. There were half-green and half-red scars on his face, which looked a little hideous.

It's really a Xiaoqiang who wants to die and is not afraid of death. Now that he is not lying down in the hospital, he wants to be beaten unilaterally by him?

ignorant players.

He silently counted the people in front of him in his mind.

Well, 15, expected 2 minutes KO.

"What's the matter? Haven't you been beaten enough yesterday?" Although Xu Moshu wanted to laugh at this yellow-haired idiot, but the persona didn't allow it, so he just gave him a flat look.

Hearing what he said, Huang Mao touched his nose uncomfortably, and he walked forward slowly.

Seeing this, Xu Moshu just wanted to kick him, but Huang Mao gave a doggy smile and brought up the breakfast: "Brother Xu, this is the breakfast I bought for you."

Xu Moshu: "???!!"

This plot is wrong, shouldn't Huangmao be very angry after being beaten up by him, and then find a group of younger brothers to beat him unilaterally, making him happy, but... why did he suddenly bring him breakfast?

Could it be that the yellow hair suffered a concussion from being kicked by him yesterday, or...the food is poisonous?

doubt.

Seeing that Xu Moshu didn't speak, Huang Mao scratched his head, and explained a little embarrassedly: "Brother Xu, I... can you accept me as a younger brother, if... if you don't agree to me, I will..."

"What about you?" Xu Moshu looked at it with some amusement.

Could it be that this yellow-haired man can beat him up if he refuses to agree?