If I were you

At this moment, Wu Fan finally regained control of his body.

Looking at Zhang Yixing who was hiding far away, Wu Fan had blue veins popping out on his forehead, feeling helpless, he made a big move, and sighed: "Okay, come here."

Zhang Yixing blinked his eyes twice, but didn't respond.

Wu Fan rubbed his temples, and patted the empty space beside him: "I'm Wu Fan, you don't have to hide so far."

Zhang Yixing stared at Wu Fan in a daze, and after a while, he slowly took out a mobile phone, staring at the bright 00:01 on it for a long time, until he watched 01 change to 02, Zhang Yixing grew up. "You are Wu Fan..."

Wu Fan said that he was very calm, anyway, he was used to it, but An Qing was not calm anymore, she was completely defeated by this slow guy: "Wu Fan, has this guy always reacted so slowly? "

"Isn't he slow in reacting..." Anyway, Zhang Yixing already knew the secret that Wu Fan and An Qing shared the same body, so Wu Fan no longer used his soul to communicate with An Qing. After all, it is very tiring to communicate with the soul. It is better to speak with your mouth or with your mouth.But when it comes to Zhang Yixing's reflexes, Wu Fan is still struggling to defend his best friend: "He's just...a little...slow..."

"Isn't that still a slow reaction?" An Qing said contemptuously.

"He... how should I put it, that is, he is just like that, not slow..." Wu Fan tried hard for a long time but failed. Seeing that Zhang Yixing was still looking at him blankly, Wu Fan said helplessly to Zhang Yixing: "Brother, I did my best, I really did my best." Before Zhang Yixing asked what was wrong, Wu Fan said to An Qing solemnly: "Okay, he just reacted slowly."

"Are you... talking about me?" Zhang Yixing suddenly realized.

Wu Fan held his forehead and sighed: "Then what do you think?"

"Ah..." Zhang Yixing completely ignored Wu Fan's question, trotted onto the bed, then tentatively reached out and poked Wu Fan twice.

Wu Fan squinted at him: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Yixing poked it twice, and said with emotion: "It's alive!"

"..." Wu Fan frowned slightly: "When did I die?"

"Aren't all ghosts dead?" Zhang Yixing said confidently.

Wu Fan raised his hand and was shocked: "Since when did I become a ghost?"

Zhang Yixing rubbed his forehead in pain, and said aggrievedly, "Aren't you a ghost?"

"Even if it's a ghost, that ghost isn't me. It's Qingqing who is on me. The ghost should be Qingqing." Wu Fan explained patiently. As for An Qing desperately shouting in his ear, "I'm not a ghost!" , was completely ignored by Wu Fan.

Zhang Yixing lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and suddenly his thoughts completely went astray and asked: "Who is Qingqing?"

Wu Fan licked his chapped lips, smacked his mouth twice, and tried his best to explain to Zhang Yixing: "Ah... Qingqing is the girl who talked to you just now, her name is An Qing, quiet An, sunny Qing."

"Oh," Zhang Yixing nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "Why did she get on your body? Is she a ghost?"

Wu Fan shrunk his neck subconsciously, and as expected, the sharp female voice was crying and howling again: "I'm not a ghost."

"In Qingqing's words, she is not a ghost, so she is a soul." Wu Fan was forced to help explain: "She is the same age as me, ah, and has the same birthday as me, and she was originally Living in the time and space five months later, she said that her situation should be considered as time travel and soul possession. Well, yes, that’s about it.”

Zhang Yixing lowered his head to ponder again, and after a long while, he suddenly sighed nervously: "I don't want to be born on the same day, the same year, the same month... Wow... It's destined..."

"You think too much..." There were three black lines on Wu Fan's forehead. After living together for so many years, why didn't he fully adapt to Zhang Yixing's weird thinking?

"But, it's really amazing." Zhang Yixing's two little white claws desperately pulled Wu Fan, and he tried his best to open his eyes as wide as possible. When he looked carefully, there were still twinkling little stars: "I thought it would only be in the movie. Such a situation happened, I didn’t expect it, I didn’t expect it, is it true that art comes from life? It’s amazing!”

"... Xingxing, don't rush to get excited, okay? I'm going to die of worry." Wu Fan finally knew what it meant, and he was so concerned that it had nothing to do with him.

"What are you worried about? How fun." Zhang Yixing didn't care about Wu Fan's words at all.

"Don't talk about anything else, let's talk about going to work. My manager brother said that I will go to the company for training tomorrow. Qingqing is using my body from noon to early morning. How does she train?" Wu Fan looked at Zhang Yixing expressionlessly. : "I forgot to mention, Qingqing is a junior high school Chinese teacher, and her daily life has nothing to do with singing, dancing and rap."

Zhang Yixing looked at Wu Fan innocently, and said casually: "It's not easy? You go to the company to practice early, and then come back at noon."

"..." The corner of Wu Fan's mouth twitched, this guy said it easily, who will guarantee his sleep? !