At this time, countless shocking news had already passed through Zhao Fan's mind.

"Is this the kind of hacker in the Matrix?"

“It’s the same in the movie…”

Meng Fu spit out the beer bottle cap in his mouth, ignored Zhao Fan, walked over and pressed the computer's host switch, calmly.

"Ba"

The computer instantly blacked out.

He returned to his gray-chir's appearance.

Zhao Fan's voice suddenly came.

Meng Fu took a sip and the taste changed a little. She didn't care and glanced at Zhao Fan: "Can you do it? I'll do it from now on."

Zhao Fan, who had a lot of hacker wars flashed through his mind, had nothing to say for a moment.

She looked at the quiet computer incredibly, almost suspected that she was dazzled just now.

She nodded blankly.

It means that I can do it.

"The book is ready?" Meng Fu withdrew his gaze.

Zhao Fan shook his head slowly, "Now."

Meng Fu went out and then brought back a bunch of bottles and jars.

"What kind of perfume is this? It smells quite good." Zhao Fan looked at the colorful bottles and recognized that it was the one who contained the perfume, but he didn't see any signs, such as groceries from a roadside stall. She asked her while pretending.

Meng Fu didn't look back, "I like to pick a bottle by myself."

Zhao Fanhao has a good perfume, and he still has a few bottles of limited-edition perfumes he saved and he was reluctant to use. However, he didn't dislike Meng Fu's perfume and took a bottle directly.

Three minutes later, Zhao Fan, who was seriously helping Meng Fu organize the box, realized that she suddenly became Meng Fu's servant?

**

Meng Fu came back and packed up the books and took two notebooks.

Zhao Fan pulled the black suitcase and opened the door and went out.

There was a man wearing a baseball cap at the door, carrying takeaway in one hand and raising the other, as if he was about to knock on the door.

Zhao Fan looked up and saw a pair of deep and clear eyes, with three distant points, shining with starlight. Even though she had seen countless beauties, she was amazed, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

The man's eyes passed by Zhao Fan and looked at Meng Fu behind her.

Meng Fu leaned against the door frame, looked up, and yawned lazily: "Get in by yourself."

The man should be very familiar with her room and went straight in.

After he went in, Zhao Fan tiptoed and looked inside, "Who is he? What are you looking for?"

"Neighbor on the opposite side." Meng Fu spoke non-salt and unpredictable.

Zhao Fan glanced at Meng Fu in confusion.

Less than three minutes after entering, I came out again, holding a piece of paper in my hand.

Meng Fu glanced at the takeaway that he was carrying in his left hand: "Eat takeaway again? Be careful to eat flies."

The man paused when he heard this, looked at her for a long time, and gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that it's so poisonous."

After saying that, he quickly walked into the opposite door and opened the door with the key.

Close the door with a "slam".

The ashes in front of Meng Fu's door were all shaken away.

Zhao Fan said "tsk" and was very curious about Meng Fu's neighbors. He also had an occupational disease. He followed Meng Fu downstairs with his suitcase. "Why haven't you ever mentioned that there is such a top-notch neighbor. I wonder if he is interested in entering the entertainment industry. Do you have his contact information?"

Meng Fu's hands were beautiful, thin and long, and were the best pair of hands Zhao Fan had ever seen.

When she was about to take her suitcase, Zhao Fan directly stopped her.

I subconsciously felt that this was a pair of artists' hands and was not suitable for doing these things.

Meng Fu threw the beer bottle into the trash can next to the neighbor's door and replied in a bland manner: "Oh, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

"It will die."

**

Half an hour later, Meng Fu arrived at the "Best Idol" training camp.

When passing by the corridor of the training room, the two heard someone talking at the dead corner of the stairs.

The sound was too small, Zhao Fan couldn't hear it clearly, but Meng Fu looked at the entrance of the stairs thoughtfully.

"That's not Ding Liuyue?" After taking two more steps, Zhao Fan saw one of them clearly and spoke in surprise.

Ding Liuyue is from Meng Fu's group. She is average in popularity, but she is very talented and a creative player.

Meng Fu said "Yes" and withdrew his gaze: "Let's go."

Zhao Fan didn't think too much, so he helped Meng Fu move his box to the dormitory. Meng Fu went to find Chu Yue's training room by himself.

Chu Yue's team was all in the last training room.

When Meng Fu arrived, the other eight people were still training.

Everyone is training under the camera. The survival rule here is to learn to find a shot, a topic for yourself, and work hard under the camera. Otherwise, no matter how hard you work, no one will see it.

When Chu Yue saw Meng Fu coming, she wiped the sweat from her head. She walked over and gave Meng Fu the dance she had dug out for the night. "Learn first, I don't know how to ask me."

She has a high nose bridge and cool facial features. She is about 1.72 meters tall, which is a neutral beauty that is popular in the circle nowadays.

Meng Fu took the phone and said, "Thank you."

Chu Yue nodded coolly, didn't say anything more, turned around and continued to return to her original position to continue practicing.

Meng Fu didn't turn on his phone, but just leaned against the table, smiling lazyly, "Hey."

Chu Yue stopped and looked at her side.

"Didn't you notice that there are fewer people in our group?" Meng Fu raised his hand, put his phone on the table, took a pen on the table casually, and slowly tied up his long hair to prepare for practice.

Upon hearing this, Chu Yue looked at the people in the room carefully, and there was a missing Ding Liuyue: "Liuyue is filling in the music, and she is noisy here, so she can't calm down."

Meng Fu smiled, "I understand."

At one o'clock in the morning, there were two people left in the training room practicing.

Chu Yue stopped, took a sip of water, and discussed the details of the dance with the girls around her, "My cell phone is still there in Meng Fu, you can go to the dormitory with me to get it."

The girl around her is Wei Jin, a rapper, with a good rap, a natural lack of dance, and an average popularity. She has been actively studying with Chu Yue.

Chu Yue and Meng Fu are in the same dormitory.

The dormitory door is not locked.

When the two opened the door, they saw Meng Fu sitting on the ground with her upper body pressing on her legs with difficulty, revealing a small piece of thin and white waist.

Seeing the two of them coming back, she calmly raised her eyes, turned a page of the book, and greeted them: "Hi."

Wei Jin looked at her stiffly, "What are you doing?"

"Reading books and practicing flexibility." Meng Fu's posture remained unchanged, and as he spoke, he calmly turned another page.

It looks like reading fast.

Wei Jin dared to bet that Meng Fu's posture could be barely done in the entire training camp, no more than ten, unless they were dancing since elementary school.

**

The next morning, Meng Fu yawned and went to the cafeteria with Chu Yue.

Wei Jin had just entered the cafeteria. After last night, she had a good sense of Meng Fu. Compared to hard work, she felt that she could not compare to Meng Fu. Knowing that she was different from the rumors, she came over with the bowl and sat with them.

Seeing that Chu Yue seemed to have a dazed expression, she couldn't help but ask more questions.

Chu Yue paused, recalling the scene she saw when she woke up in the morning, paused, and said expressionlessly: "She slept with a horse last night."

Wei Jin was speechless for a moment. She looked at Meng Fu who was waiting for the fried egg: "...perverted, monster!"

"Fortunately, she was not fully tuned," Wei Jin poked the porridge, regained some confidence, looked up and saw Ding Liuyue who had just entered the cafeteria, waved at her, "Liuyue, here!"

Ding Liuyue looked at them, pursed her lips, and walked over with the toast and the apple.

"You can't let Meng Fu leave our team?" Ding Liuyue sat next to Wei Jin and looked at Chu Yue, "You don't know how important this performance is to us?"

Chu Yue has always been cold and doesn't talk much, and she has no explanation at this time. She has a strong team spirit and Meng Fu is a member of her team, so they are one.

Meng Fu was ready to fry the egg, she came over with milk and sat next to Chu Yue.

As soon as she came, Ding Liuyue, who was talking, stopped talking.

I don't know if I'm guarding her or anything else.

Meng Fu didn't care either, so he put his phone aside, took a bite of the fried egg, and looked at Ding Liuyue: "Where have you filled in the quilt?"

Ding Liuyue ignored her.

Meng Fu swallowed the fried egg, but was not angry, and she smiled slightly. The peach blossom eyes seemed to have fog hidden: "If you encounter any difficulties, I'll fill them together for you."

Help? Who doesn’t know that Meng Fu can’t even recognize the notes in the entire training camp? Xi Nancheng was so angry that she got angry.

She helps, what can she do?

Ding Liuyue didn't even look at Meng Fu, but put away her plate, as if she didn't hear Meng Fu's words: "I'm leaving."

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Chapter completed!