The group of reporters also had awkward expression, but it was true that they were wrong first.

But now that Zhou Fan snatched it away, he suddenly became a little angry and said:

"Yes, yes, yes, you are indeed very awesome, you are the first in the college entrance examination, but so what, you are just a poor student now."

"You know so many truths, I wonder if anyone has ever told you about the sentence "A literati can kill people"?"

"If we shake out and say this interview, you will ask us for kickbacks, and even force us to promise to help you do free publicity before completing the interview."

"How long can your golden signboard of the top scorer in the college entrance examination protect you?"

"We journalists can't talk about what's going on, at least we can do it if we share the same hatred of the enemy."

"At that time, will you be more powerful or will we have more say in control?"

"I advise you to give up the idea of ​​revenge quickly. I just thought it was a joke. We didn't say it, and you didn't hear it. Just forget about it."

"It's still early now. Isn't it good to go home and have a meal and enjoy the attention brought by the top scorer in the college entrance examination?"

Zhou Fan had experienced the ability of some reporters to make trouble in his previous life, and he did not question this person's words at this time.

But he was just unwilling to accept his sincerity, but someone turned around and laughed at him as Sabi.

Zhou Fan's mind flew around, thinking about what else he could do within his ability.

Are you going to ask Sister Pei for help again?

I haven't thanked Li Mei for her last time, and now I have something to ask for. Zhou Fan really doesn't want to owe too many favors.

Zhou Fan stopped in place, frowned and thought hard. However, the reporters were proud and rushed past Zhou Fan, ready to open the car door and drive away.

At this time, a group of people came from another darkness at the school gate.

I heard someone inside shouting tentatively: "Zhou Fan?"

Then there was a particularly familiar spiky sound: "Hongda, that's him!"

When the group of people approached, Zhou Fan identified five or six people, including a man with a flat hair. Who else could it be if he wasn't Brother Ming?

Brother Ming grinned, squeezed out his smile and came forward, and bowed to Zhou Fan in great sincerity:

"Sorry, Zhou Fan, I did something wrong last time!"

After saying that, he looked back intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhou Fan didn't know what this brother Ming wanted to do. In his impression, this person seemed a bit obscene and slutty. He looked a little overly indulgent before, but now he looks a little better.

Zhou Fan didn't say anything. Brother Ming's body was always bent, but he didn't dare to raise his body. He did his best to be courteous, as if he was waiting for Zhou Fan's forgiveness.

But Zhou Fan knew that he was not waiting for him, and followed Brother Ming's several times of looking back, Zhou Fan noticed that among the five or six people who came over together, one seemed to be surrounded by them.

I saw the man in red clothes, his face was pale and without a trace of blood. However, the temperament revealed by his whole person reminded people of what a young master Ru Yu was, gentle and elegant.

The man was broken, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his eyes were shining in the dark night, like two stars.

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, but what Zhou Fan felt from this person's eyes was a vast world.

I saw this man slowly walking with a smile on his face, like the spring breeze blowing on the willows, the white lotus in the rain, the red plum in the snow, and the faint fragrance floats.

Zhou Fan has never seen a person's temperament and style so elegant!

The man walked to Brother Ming, but his eyes didn't throw his eyes at Brother Ming, and he smiled at Zhou Fan:

"Class Zhou Fan, I have long admired Daqie. I first met today. As expected, the hero was a young man and was extraordinary."

This man looks like a scholar in ancient times, and he speaks very literary. Zhou Fan is a little uncomfortable, but he responds with:

"I dare not take it, but I dare to ask why this is the case?"

"Isn't there a teammate? I believe that I have recognized you. I have caused you a lot of trouble three months ago. Today I came here to apologize and apologize."

"Well, it's easy to say." Zhou Fan nodded, "But can we speak normally? Although it's very artistic, it's quite tiring..."

The man in red suddenly said indignantly: "This is our Hongda style of speaking. Why don't you understand the elegance at all? You have just graduated from high school!"

The man in red, or Hongda, raised his hand to stop the person behind him from continuing to speak, and said a little apologetically: "Sorry, Mr. Zhou, I have read too many ancient books recently, and I have unconsciously changed to this style of speaking."

"Let's talk about the serious matter. Our team has punished him in the past few months."

"And he also sincerely realized his mistakes. He should not accept requests as a professional player to resolve personal grievances and make money by relying on his game strength."

"So, Student Zhou, can you forgive him?" After saying so many words in one breath, his big and pale face suddenly became a little flushed.

Rejecting the support from the people behind him, Hongda continued to stand in front of Zhou Fan, with a sincere expression, waiting for Zhou Fan's answer.

Zhou Fan shrugged: "I didn't take this matter to heart, so there's really no need to do this..."

Hearing this, Hongda patted Zhang Ming with his right hand, and then Zhang Ming stood up.

"Then this matter is over, I want to talk to you about our affairs."

Zhou Fan looked puzzled: "What's our business?"

"Although Zhang Ming did something wrong, I know his nature very well. It is indeed his own fault."

"But when he was defeated by you, he was the name of our super team and the face of our team."

"So, I'm here today to give you the next battle letter. I hope you can accept my invitation and come to our super team to compete."

Zhou Fan thought to himself that he was here to find a place. This man who looks like a worldly fireworks is also a person who is troubled by the world's face.

Zhou Fan originally wanted to refuse, but he was quick-minded and carefully observed him, and felt as if he had captured something else.

It seems that these people have just arrived, it is almost 9 o'clock now. No matter when they came, they have not left until now. This sincerity is already very strong.

Moreover, judging from the big-sized state, my health seems to be not very good, my face is pale, and I almost got helped by someone just now...

Although I am afraid of trouble, I treat others sincerely and I am always unable to refuse.

What is the difference between that and the behavior of these journalists?

Zhou Fan nodded and agreed. But he still had to find a way to solve the problem with the reporter.

At this time, the group of reporters had already moved the car. When they passed by Zhou Fan, the reporter from S City inside saw a man in red at first sight.

"That's...Hongye!?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!