Chapter 469: Perverted Haunts

The fat man finally disarmed and surrendered, and said with a red face: "Actually, in this art show, the three major classes in our class are going to participate, and I have made fluorescent cards outside the school, so you don't want to help me?"

"So that's the case, you want to chase Zhang Mengmeng?" Zhuo Bufan chuckled.

"Forget it, her personality is too cold, not suitable for me, I think her best friend Qi Rui is very good, she is beautiful and generous and loves to laugh, and she talked to me a few times. "The fat man is as red as a tomato.

Chen Junyang poured cold water on him, "She is the secretary of the Youth League, and she is talking to you to ask you to pay the group fee, right?"

"Chen Junyang, I'll strangle you. The fat man said, and pounced directly on Wang Chen Junyang. Zhuo Bufan looked at the scene in front of him and showed a knowing smile, youth should be like this, since he can be reborn, he should spend his ordinary days well.

In the end, when the fat man promised to buy a piece of China for Chen Junyang, Chen Junyang agreed, and Zhuo Bufan was also pulled by the two to help.

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the largest auditorium of the school, there can be a capacity for thousands of students, this art show is jointly organized by the performance department and the music department, but in the university, single dog otaku hide in the dormitory to play black games, and have girlfriends and boyfriends go out on dates.

So it's not as hot as expected, but all the seats are already full. After all, this is a theatrical show organized by the two departments with the most beauties in the performance department and the music department, and hundreds of male fans alone have come, all cheering for the girls they like.

"Hey, you don't have long eyes when you walk?"

When entering, the fat man, Zhuo Bufan, and Chen Junyang entered the venue, and a tall thin man wearing a black sweatshirt and a peaked cap squeezed in from behind and hit the fat man.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The tall and thin man hurriedly apologized, lowered his head, and pressed his hat hard to block his appearance.

"Sneaky, how do you feel like a pervert?" muttered the fat man.

Zhuo Bufan paid attention to the other party, and suddenly sighed in his heart, but remained silent.

Seeing that the tall and thin man squeezed into the first row in front of him and sat down, the fat man also took Zhuo Bufan Chen Junyang to sit over, "I specially asked Qi Rui for the seat ticket, and you will shout hard later." ”

Chen Junyang directly threw him a roll of the eyes. In order to watch the goddess's performance, the fat man specially ordered three fluorescent cards outside, with slogans such as love you for 10,000 years and cheers, and also prepared green and blue glow sticks to distribute to Zhuo Bufan and Chen Junyang.

Zhuo Bufan sat in his position, a little helpless, his real age was more than 300 years old, and he actually came to watch some kind of literary and artistic show like a little child, and he had to hold a light stick.

However, Zhuo Bufan's eyes always pay attention to the tall and thin man separated by three people, the art show is not a concert, the lights in the entire hall are all on, very bright, unless it looks particularly ugly, afraid of being seen, will wear a low cap, or some celebrity is afraid of being discovered.

The other party is obviously not a celebrity, Zhuo Bufan's divine sense is swept away, it is equivalent to an X-ray detector on an airplane and a high-speed train, and everyone has nothing to hide in front of him, but he will not use his divine sense at will, otherwise he will not live if he sees all men and women without clothes on the street.

It's just that just now he glanced at it casually and found that the man was actually covered with various photos of Zhang Mengmeng, blocking behind his clothes, which seemed to be Zhang Mengmeng's fanatical brain-dead fan.

It only slightly aroused Zhuo Bufan's interest, Zhang Mengmeng is beautiful and cute, with a hint of coldness, she is the goddess of dreams in the hearts of most boys, and it is normal to have one or two fanatical fans.

Soon, the department leaders came out and talked a lot of nonsense, and finally started to perform, and the two hosts, a man and a woman, came on stage to tease each other, and then began to announce the curtain.

First of all, a boy sang solo, the high-pitched version of 'My Sun', which has a bit of Pavarotti's style, but unfortunately the strength is too poor, there is a basic breath-holding in the middle, and the broken sound appears, and the mistake is very big.

The second is a tango for men and women, with gorgeous costumes and cold dancing, which attracted applause and screams from the audience, of course, not including the frivolous people like the fat man who whistled and made the girl's skirt a little higher.

The third is a boy's piano solo, an elegant tuxedo, with ten fingers as smart as elves dancing on the black and white keys, playing a serenade of Mozart in C minor, which plays ordinary, but causes the girls to scream enthusiastically.

The performer just bent down with his hands on his chest in thanks, and the girl's screams almost toppled the ceiling.

The fat man snorted disdainfully: "Damn, what's the big deal, isn't it just that you can play the piano?"

"Not only can I play the piano, but I am also handsome, which girl doesn't like such a handsome guy who plays the piano. Chen Junyang struck.

Generally, children from well-to-do families will learn a series of artistic skills such as dance, painting, piano, and violin from an early age, and when they reach university, these people will shine on various occasions and grow into school figures.

Zhuo Bufan was a little distracted.

At the beginning, he and his mother were in Jinling, and his mother relied on being a nanny for others to earn a meager living allowance, and he had no conditions and opportunities to learn other skills.

"The past is like smoke. Zhuo Bufan shook his head in his heart. Now he has no interest in these things at all, if he wants to learn, he can directly copy the most powerful skills, copy them into his mind, and then use his perfect body to stimulate them.

Theoretically speaking, if he copied the skills of Mozart, Chopin, and these music masters, he could not only copy their skills, but even surpass them, because the body of Zhuo Bufan Xiuxian is constantly developing towards the most 'perfect', and even if there are geniuses in these fields in this world, there is no person with a completely perfect body.

On the stage, the hostess's voice pulled Zhuo Bufan's thoughts back, and said with a smile:

"Next, we will invite our music students to perform a hot dance performance, and I believe that it will definitely surprise everyone. ”

It is Zhang Mengmeng, Qi Rui, and Mu Mao, three girls, wearing silver, decorated with shiny plastic sheets on the top of the clothes and skirts, revealing a flat lower abdomen, sexy navel, and wearing a hip-length short skirt below, revealing three pairs of white thighs, which are dazzling under the light.

"Mengmeng, I love you......"

"Qi Rui, I will always support you. ”

"Mu Yuan, I like you......"

Suddenly, the boys in the audience screamed as if they had been stimulated. Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly, he didn't expect these three women to be quite attractive in school, and there were so many male fans.

However, Zhuo Bufan knows this kind of girl very well, and it seems that he can politely say a few words to anyone, but he will never regard the boy as his friend, Zhuo Bufan looked at the drooling fat man, and only felt sad.