I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

Rao Cen Xiao, who has seen the big world, couldn't help but be shocked by Fu Zhun's coquettish operation and was speechless.

A crack unexpectedly appeared on his usually calm face.

Like a machine about to collapse, rigid and dull.

He opened his mouth mechanically, and unexpectedly added some imperceptible emotion to his cold voice.

It seemed to be unbelievable to spit out two words: "What?"

However, Fu Zhun seemed much calmer.

The winner's smile from last night appeared on his face again, he glanced at him, and asked, "Pin Xixi, have you ever used this app?"

In fact, he was just dragged into this by Qian Zhaoyang, and he started to show off as soon as he figured it out.

It's just that Cen Xiao doesn't know, he really thinks that Fu Zhun is a poor master.

No wonder the little brother was ordered to collect protection fees.

He was about to say that he didn't bring his mobile phone, when he saw Qian Zhaoyang approaching like a thief, and begged: "Brother, I won't ask you to borrow money, and I won't collect protection fees, so you can cut it for me." Come on, my baby is going to have a birthday! It's almost there!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his glances fell on Fu Zhun's mobile phone, and his whole body froze suddenly, and the face that was originally sad turned into surprise with the naked eye, and he said inconceivably: "Brother, you are doing this too ? Didn’t you just say that this thing can be…”

Fu Zhun frowned, and interrupted him in a cold voice: "Leave your father alone."

"Let's just leave it alone." Fu Zhun said Dongqian Zhaoyang didn't dare to go west, so he could only weakly say: "Then dad, can you cut it for me?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

He looked on incredulously.

Probably because Fu Zhun found him annoying, so he simply clicked on WeChat to help Qian Zhaoyang.

Cen Xiao accidentally caught a glimpse of the interface on his WeChat——

【I'm bargaining for a free Polaroid, I'll lend you a big knife to chop it off~】*

Cen Xiao: "..."

Are the interests and hobbies of high school students so old now?

He pursed his lips and retracted his gaze without making any comment.

After Qian Zhaoyang was blasted away, Fu Zhun turned to look at Cen Xiao again, and continued the topic just now: "As long as you cut me a knife, we will be good friends."

After a short pause, he stretched out a hand to compare a number, and added: "The protection fee is your friendship price, [-]% off."

Cen Xiao: "..."

The serious expression on Fu Zhun's face made his forehead twitch, and he even wanted to cut him.

Cen Xiao closed his eyes speechlessly, and finally, for the sake of his idol burden, he patiently said truthfully: "I didn't bring my mobile phone."

"What the hell?" Fu Zhun squinted his eyes, apparently not believing it, and thought Cen Xiao was fooling him: "Is there anyone who doesn't carry a mobile phone these days?"

Cen Xiao didn't understand why so many people in this class brought mobile phones, so he replied seriously: "The school rules say that they are not allowed to carry mobile phones."

"The school rules say that fighting is not allowed, and some people fight quite happily." Fu Zhun twitched the corner of his mouth, and sneered meaningfully: "And let innocent passers-by take the blame."

Cen Xiao: "..."

He could see it, this person obviously recognized him, and he was still accusing him strangely.

After a moment of silence, Cen Xiao was still angry at the fact that this person fooled him last night, so he followed suit, let out a low "oh", and pretended to smile with the corners of his lips bent: "That's probably because I haven't seen it before, I haven't seen it yet." There were fights at school."

"Then I can show you around." Fu Zhun said very generously.

Cen Xiao: "..."

As soon as the voice fell, the get out of class bell rang, and it was time for lunch.

Often accompanied by this get out of class bell, there is the sound of pushing and bumping classroom desks and chairs.

Students from seventeen classes in one building swarmed out almost at the same time, with an inexplicable momentum to step down the teaching building.

It seemed that the whole building was about to collapse in the next second.

Cen Xiao watched the students around get up and rush out, and he didn't bother to talk to Fu Zhun any more, and wanted to go out with the crowd: "Please let me go."

Fu Zhun sat in a row outside, still obsessed with the topic just now.

He leaned against the back of the chair motionless, raised his head lazily, his eyes were a little lazy: "You really don't want to chop it for me?"

"I didn't bring my mobile phone." Cen Xiao looked down at him and explained again patiently.

After a pause, he swallowed back the words "we'll talk about it next week".

He also doesn't know when he will get his phone.

Meng Zhen was very strict with him, and now that she was a sophomore in high school, in order to let him focus on his studies, she made up the culture classes that he had missed for a year, so it was absolutely impossible for her to give him the phone.

I only gave him a school phone card and asked him to call back every night.

I don't know whether Fu Zhun believes in the reason for the nonsense of "no mobile phone".

He just stared at Cen Xiao in silence for a while, until a chubby guy outside the window called his name, then he barely looked away, sneered inexplicably, got up and walked out of the classroom.

As soon as this person left, the entire classroom became empty, leaving only Cen Xiao alone.

He touched the meal card in his pocket and went downstairs from the sparsely populated west staircase.

Originally, Dejia High School did not allow students to go back to the dormitory for a break at noon, but the day of registration was always an exception.

Because some parents stayed to help clean up the dormitory, the dormitory management simply turned a blind eye and opened it to the outside world.

Cen Xiao went to the dormitory alone, took out the phone card from under the pillow, and called Meng Zhen from the public phone on the first floor.

Meng Zhen picked it up within two seconds.

Probably because she was in a good mood, and her voice was softer, not as aggressive as before: "Hello? Xiao Xiao, what's the matter? Are you still used to school?"

"Get used to it." Cen Xiao would not choke with her when he wanted something from her.

He pursed his lips, thinking about how to talk to her about the phone.

I can't tell her directly that my new tablemate is crying poorly and asked me to help him chop a knife on Pin Xixi, so I need a mobile phone.

Without a mobile phone, I may have to face the dilemma of being charged protection fees.

This statement is too stupid, maybe Meng Zhen will drag him to call the police.

After hesitating for a moment, Cen Xiao swallowed back what was in his mind expressionlessly.

In the end, I decided to give a reason: "Mom, my classmates said they have class groups."

"You don't need to add those." Meng Zhen knew what he wanted to do as soon as he opened his mouth, and her original gentle tone dropped to freezing point in an instant: "It's only been two years, and you won't have any interaction with them in the future. Trouble, have you forgotten that your junior high school classmate sold your contact information?"

This kind of indifference seems to be able to crawl out along the phone line and spread to Cen Xiao's limbs and bones.

The originally good mood was suddenly clouded.

He took a deep breath and replied softly, "I see."

This is the reason why he doesn't like to talk to Meng Zhen.

Meng Zhen always likes him who is well-behaved and silent, and he cannot resist in the slightest.

He still remembers that when he was six years old, when he was filming "Chasing the Devil", a scene was shot until midnight.

At that time, he was so tired and howling that he wanted to go home, but was kicked by Meng Zhen in public.

From then on, Cen Xiao was no longer willing to communicate with her.

It is 11 years in a row.

Probably Meng Zhen sent him to learn acting to make him act like something to please her.

The two chatted perfunctorily, and after hanging up the phone, Cen Xiao didn't go back to the dormitory or the cafeteria, but returned to the classroom the same way hungry.

He fell asleep on the table all afternoon, and even the harsh ringing of the bell could not wake him up.

In the end, he was startled by small voices by the window instead.

Cen Xiao was lying under the window, in a blind spot. The girl who came in didn't notice him at all, but looked at Fu Zhun: "Hello, is Cen Xiao there?"

Hearing someone ask him about it, he felt for a moment that he was a gorilla for the whole school to visit.

So he simply fell silent, pretending not to wake up.

Fu Zhun on the side supported his head with one hand, and played with his mobile phone under the table with the other. He raised his eyelids lazily when he heard someone talking.

He first glanced at Cen Xiao who was sleeping, then raised his eyes to look at the girl outside the window: "What's the matter?"

The girl was taken aback when she saw his face, her cheeks suddenly turned red, she hesitated for a while before she said cautiously: "Our classmate picked up Cen Xiao's phone card, and he asked me to bring it to him."

"Oh." Fu Zhun threw the phone into the belly of the table, freed his hand to pick up the calling card, and said casually, "Thank you."

As if he took his own calling card, he made a tone that did not regard himself as an outsider.

Cen Xiao was on the side, frowning.

The girl by the window didn't see Cen Xiao's figure, so she hesitated for a while.

In the end, he was blocked by Fu Zhun's sentence "Don't look at him not there", so he could only leave in frustration and return in vain.

When the bell rang for the first self-study class in the afternoon, Cen Xiao slowly raised his head, pretending to be sleepy.

"Yo, I'm awake." I don't know why Fu Zhun said everything cheaply, like an onmyoji: "A girl came to you just now."

Probably not expecting Fu Zhun to be so honest, Cen Xiao asked after a moment of silence, "What's the matter?"

As a result, in the next second, he wanted to swallow this "honesty" back.

Because after Fu Zhun put down his phone, he began to talk nonsense in a serious manner: "She asked you for a WeChat ID."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"But I explained it for you." Fu Zhun looked quite smug, "I said you don't have a mobile phone."

"..."

Cen Xiao turned his head and looked at Fu Zhun incredulously.

As a result, Fu Zhun also looked at him without fear, without changing his face, and he couldn't tell that he was a liar at all.

The two stared at each other inexplicably for a few seconds, and finally Cen Xiao calmly broke the weird atmosphere: "What? She also wants to bargain with me?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

He thought that Cen Xiao would not be so suffocating because he was putting on a show.

Now being choked by him, Fu Zhun was speechless for a moment.

But as a BKing, he never misses pretending to be aggressive, and even if he choked for a while, he can continue to say without changing his face: "That's for sure, she asked you for a WeChat account, if she doesn't ask you to bargain, what else can she ask you for?" Isn’t it looking for you to fight the landlord?”

Cen Xiao: "..."

Cen Xiao didn't know how this person could talk nonsense in a serious manner.

It's fine once or twice, but after more times this time, Cen Xiao reasonably suspects that Fu Zhun may have a bad taste and is deliberately punishing him.

His patience was exhausted, and he didn't bother to pretend to be with him anymore, so he simply stretched out his hand and said bluntly, "Return the things to me."

"?"

"phone card."

Without exception, these three words show that Fu Zhun's lies have been exposed.

However, without the slightest bit of embarrassment or shame, he was able to calmly pull out the calling card from his trouser pocket, and casually said, "You really don't have a mobile phone?"

"If I have a mobile phone, can I get a phone card?" Cen Xiao put away his phone card, not wanting to mention it.

Hearing this, Fu Zhun let out a dragged "Oh" as if he had suddenly realized.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly reached into the belly of the table, pulled out his mobile phone, and pushed it onto Cen Xiao's table.

His movements were quite big, Cen Xiao's eyes moved with his hands, and finally landed on the mobile phone.

"What are you doing?" Cen Xiao stared at the phone on his desk, staring at the phone on his desk, before opening his mouth for a moment.

Fu Zhun raised his eyebrows at him, with a generous look: "Don't you have a mobile phone?"

"Huh?" Cen Xiao was confused by his coquettish operation: "Yes."

Cen Xiao stared at him suspiciously.

For a moment, he actually thought that Fu Zhun wanted to lend him his cell phone.

So he subconsciously wanted to refuse: "It's not necessary..."

"It is necessary." Fu Zhun nodded seriously and interrupted him.

The tone was solemn as if he was awarding the Nobel Peace Prize.

Just when Cen Xiao finally came to his senses, and even changed his mind about this evil Fumou...

Fu suddenly spoke resentfully.

There was a hint of showing off in his tone: "This is my new mobile phone."

"?"

"Are you envious? Greedy? Want it?"

"??"

"Chopped at night."

"???"