What It’s Like Being a Vampire

Chapter Ninety-Six: The Road Sees Injustice with a Roar

I'm willing to admit defeat. I'll order a drink. What do you two want? the short-haired girl picked up her phone and asked.

Soda water/mineral water. Zicheng and Xiang Kun said almost in unison, and after they finished speaking, they couldn't help but glance at each other.

The short-haired girl curled her lips slightly: You can drink whatever you want, you don't need to save us money! It's okay to buy two drinks!

Xiang Kun nodded vigorously: Then I'll drink mineral water. He ordered soda water before and only took a sip. Although he didn't spit it out after drinking it, he still felt weird in his stomach and was not very comfortable.

Zicheng also said: Soda water, mineral water, purified water, whatever, I really don't want to drink other drinks and alcohol.

The short-haired girl had no choice but to go to the bar and order a glass of mineral water and a glass of soda for them.

After Xiang Kun fooled around with A4 paper 1 and calmed down the two girls for a while, he finally dominated the topic temporarily, allowing Zicheng and the two girls to start chatting about some life topics, such as Experience abroad, such as changes before going abroad and after returning to China, etc.

They also knew the names of the two girls, the girl with short hair was Zhang Qian, who had just returned from England, and the girl with glasses was Yang Jie, a postgraduate student at ** University near the bar.

Xiang Kun firmly regarded himself as an excellent wingman, as long as Zicheng could control the rhythm of the chat, he would basically not interrupt.

But the two sisters were obviously still full of curiosity about that magic A4 paper. From time to time, they wanted to explore the reason why Xiang Kun was able to guess what numbers were written on the paper just now, and they even proposed to play again.

However, Xiang Kun made excuses and refused. This kind of mysterious thing can only be shown once, and he didn't want to study the mystery of that A4 paper with them.

When it was almost 11 o'clock, Zhang Qian and Yang Jie said they were going back. Xiang Kun and Zicheng didn't say much, but stood up and watched them leave.

Before leaving with her bag, Zhiqian, a short-haired girl, suddenly said to Xiang Kun, How about giving me your A4 paper?

A pair of star eyes looked at him expectantly.

No, this is what I want to be a family heirloom. Xiang Kun replied casually without any hesitation.

Then sell it to me? Would you like to make a price? Zhang Qian asked again.

This piece of paper is a show, not a body... Xiang Kun continued to lie.

Tch, stingy! Zhang Qian didn't say anything, and left the bar with her friends.

After the figures of the two women disappeared, Zicheng turned to look at Xiang Kun: Hey? You didn't ask them to leave a WeChat message or call?

Xiang Kun glared at him: I'm a wingman! If you don't ask them for it, why should I?

Zicheng adjusted his glasses and said with a smile: Who we are with whom, what kind of host and wingman we are divided into, it's all the same, all the same.

Xiang Kun was speechless, and he could tell that his brother went to America to practice for several years, and there was still no change.

But having said that, Xiang Kun seems to be quite comfortable when facing girls now, but he knows that this is because he has no desires and desires when getting along with these girls, and he focuses on his own abilities and In terms of the various sensory information and data obtained, on the one hand, it is because the information obtained allows him to accurately grasp the emotional changes of the other party when facing these girls, and to know which words the other party is insincere and which words are not sincere. It is sincere and sincere, and when it comes to what topic you are most interested in, it is much easier and easier to get along with it naturally.

Let's go too, what time is your flight tomorrow? Xiang Kun said.

Zicheng glanced at the time on his phone and said, It's past 11:00 noon, there's nothing wrong with it. Let's go, buy something to eat, and go to the hotel for a meeting.

When the two left the bar, they saw that Zhang Qian and Yang Jie, who had left first, were entangled by a few obviously drunk young people, who seemed to be inviting them to dance at a nearby disco.

However, although both of them were frowning, they did not appear flustered. After all, the law and order here has always been good, and now there are a lot of pedestrians outside, there are cameras everywhere, and there is a police booth on the street.

Seeing this situation, Zicheng hesitated for a moment, and whispered next to Xiang Kun, Do you want to go over and help?

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xiang Kun raised his mobile phone and shouted to the drunken young people over there: I've already called the police! The police will be here soon!

The word come even had an echo.

He yelled so loudly that not only Zicheng next to him, but also the drunken young people over there, Zhang Qian and Yang Jie, and even the passers-by nearby were all trembling with fright.

Then the ambient volume seemed to be turned down in an instant, no one spoke, and all their eyes were on the bald man who had just left the bar door and held his mobile phone high.

Call the police? Call the police...I... One of the drunk young men wanted to rush towards Xiang Kun, but was stopped by his companions, and then staggered away while warning Xiang Kun.

In the sight of everyone, Xiang Kun put away his phone as if nothing had happened. He didn't press the alarm call, just to scare those people.

Although he went directly to put his body in front of those drunks to isolate their harassment, to appear more manly and heroic to save the beauty, but Xiang Kun himself didn't think about what would happen to those two girls , do not care about their perception. And according to the rules, tomorrow is his blood-drinking period, and he doesn't want to be dragged into detention because of fighting with others, and there will be side effects.

Zhang Qian smiled at Xiang Kun: Are you doing the lion's roar of Buddhism? It's so shocking that my ears are almost ringing.

Xiang Kun adjusted his glasses, smiled, and pointed to the parking lot of the bar: Where are you going, let's drop by?

No need, I called a car, and Xiaojie lives in the school, and she will be there in a few steps. Zhang Qian refused.

Xiang Kun was just asking casually, without saying anything more, after saying goodbye to the two of them, he and Zicheng went to drive.

After getting in the car, Zicheng suddenly said, Eh? We seem to have forgotten to ask for WeChat and phone numbers again?

Xiang Kun drove the car out of the parking lot expressionlessly, stopped slowly when passing the bar entrance, and said to Zicheng, You go down and ask now?

Why do I ask... Uh, forget it, there won't be any development anyway, let's go and buy something to eat. Zicheng shrank his head and said.

Looking at Magotan who stopped by the side of the road and then drove away immediately, Zhang Qian frowned and said: I thought they came after us for some other purpose, but they really left without leaving contact information?

Yang Jie, the glasses girl next to her, smiled: What do you mean coming to us? If there is another purpose, it can only be directed at you. But don't tell me, just came out and saw those three drunks , My first reaction was that they were hired by those two people. But if they were trusted, the script is too bad, so they just called the police to scare them away?

Zhang Qian snorted: I thought that Taekwondo, which I practiced for six years, would finally usher in my first street combat...

Yo, you're still quite regretful? Don't get beaten up by a drunk and I'll have to save you with wolf spray. But I see those two people in the bar... don't seem like they were specially sent here Seduce 'you, a bald head, a fat man... Yang Jie couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing.

That's right, but if they didn't know our materials and information in advance, how could they be so accurate? Zhang Qian frowned. She never believed Xiang Kun's so-called fortune-telling rhetoric. He regarded himself as someone who had a purpose to talk to them. It's just that as the chat deepened, she found that the deviation from what she expected was getting bigger and bigger. These two people were not like the people she thought.

Yang Jie also nodded: That A4 piece of paper is also a bit magical, I can't figure it out no matter what, the place where I write is not monitored, and there is no one around, how does he know that I wrote 'six'? You can’t really rely on fortune-telling, can you?”

Is that piece of paper really weird? What kind of special magic prop? Zhang Qian was thoughtful. At this time, the car she called arrived, and she directly took Yang Jie's arm to get on the car: Don't go to the dormitory at night. , go to the hotel to chat with me.