Chapter 490: Banhua's invitation

Chapter 491: Banhua's Invitation

"Old lady, I said that you and I are mostly buried in the soil, why are you still breathing with me." Zhang Jiuye asked helplessly: "How are you doing with the pills I gave you? "

"Well, after studying it, the ingredients in it seem to be fish, but it has a strong breath of life. I haven't found out exactly what it is made of." Zhang Xiaocui shook his head and said.

Zhang Jiuye solemnly said: "I ate two pills today, and I feel a little more energetic in my body, and even the previous dark injuries have some signs of recovery."

"How is this possible? I have visited countless doctors for your hidden wounds for so many years, and I have collected medicinal materials from various places, but have not worked out a formula. Who gave you this pill?" Zhang Xiaocui's eyes widened, showing an expression of disbelief.

"Speak out you know it."

"I know?"

"Zhuo Bufan."

Zhang Xiaocui's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he suddenly smiled: "This little bastard, I looked down on him. I thought he was good at medical skills, but I didn't think he was so good and could make such a good medicine."

"It's still Xiaohuan's vision, I said this kid is good and suitable to be my grandson-in-law." Zhang Xiaocui laughed.

Zhang Jiuye’s eyes lacked a deep and a bit more softness. Although Zhang Xiaocui often quarreled with him, but it was like this for decades. Although Zhang Xiaocui likes to be aggressive, but in recent years Zhang Xiaocui has gone north and south, looking around. Some peculiar medicinal materials are used to heal his dark wounds.

"If Xiao Huan can be with him, that would be the blessing of our Zhang family." Zhang Jiuye muttered to himself.

...

On Wednesday, light rain.

Zhuo Bufan came to the classroom with a book. He didn't plan to come. He went out to see where the formation is suitable. Although he is not in a hurry to improve his cultivation base, he can absorb as much spiritual energy as possible, transform his body, and let his body move towards More perfect, more suitable for the vitality of the weather.

It's just that he looked around for a long time, trying to find a place where there is no one to live, and it's too difficult to find a place suitable for the formation.

In addition, Zhong Yilan made several phone calls to him in a row to warn him that he was skipping class and tell his mother about his school. Zhuo Bufan had to come to class obediently under pressure.

"I don't know what Zhong Yilan's crazy is?" Zhuo Bufan took the textbook and found a seat honestly.

When Zhong Yilan called him just now, he obviously felt that Zhong Yilan's tone was a little cold and even angry. He didn't seem to offend her, so why did he get angry with him? Zhuo Bufan didn't quite understand.

Fatty and Chen Junyang sat beside him staring at the dark circles under his eyes. Last night, the two of them ate chickens all night and played all night. Today this class is a compulsory course, and the professor is very strict, and there is no way not to come to class.

There are a total of 30 students in the class. Zhuo Bufan didn't come to class very much last semester. Except for two roommates who are familiar with Fatty Chen Junyang, the rest of the classmates didn't know him well. Soon many classmates came and sat in the classroom. inside.

Suddenly a girl wearing a pink turtleneck sweater appeared at the door. She put away the transparent umbrella in her hand, and walked in after she swept the water off the umbrella. She wore a pair of cropped jeans on her lower body and white sneakers under her feet. Straight long hair draped over thin shoulders, delicate face with light makeup.

"Zhuo Bufan." The girl walked straight towards him. It's Zhang Mengmeng.

Zhang Mengmeng closed the hair next to Yu's ears, with an elegant and charming posture. The fat man and Chen Junyang, who were sleepy, suddenly came to their energy, and their eyes generated electricity. Other boys around also looked straight. After all, Zhang Mengmeng is one of the flowers in the class, the goddess in the hearts of many boys.

A boy chewing gum at the back table saw Zhang Mengmeng walking up to Zhuo Bufan to talk to him, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Huh? Anything?" Zhuo Bufan raised his eyelids and looked at him calmly.

Zhang Mengmeng felt a little strange in her heart, as if she was a little angry. He most hates Zhuo Bufan, who is only 18 years old, pretending to be more mature than his father, and said coldly: "I am celebrating my birthday tonight, and I am going to invite my classmates to play KTV. , You guys come together too."

"I don't have time." After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued to open the textbook and watched boredly.

"You..." Zhang Mengmeng stretched out a jade finger like snow and pointed at him, so angry that his chest rose and fell. There are many boys who like her. Usually, he asks those boys to cook for themselves, buy water and get express delivery. But it's not easy to get to Zhuo Bufan.

"Will Qi Yu go?" The fat man said with bright eyes.

Zhang Mengmeng gave Zhuo Bufan a blank look, "What do you think?"

"Zhuo Bufan, anyway, everyone is fine at night. I haven't participated in the activity for a long time. As the room manager, I require you to participate in the birthday patty of Zhang Mengmeng." The fat man said with a look of excitement: "Squad leader, don't worry, he will definitely come at night. "

Zhang Mengmeng stomped her feet with anger, turned and returned to her position.

"I'm worrying that I haven't had the opportunity to have a good contact with classmate Qi Yu to cultivate relationships, Zhuo Bufan, you must give me this face, my happiness depends on this time." The fat man dreamed.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head angrily and funny.

Back to the seat, Zhang Mengmeng Yu Guang looked at Zhuo Bufan. Zhuo Bufan was sitting by the window. The raindrops slowly slid down the transparent glass. Outside the window was the sound of ticking rain. Zhuo Bufan's skin was white and tender and delicate. Without losing the sunshine of men, it is considered that the class looks better.

"Hey, have you seen enough, don't you really like him?" Qi Lu next to her took a finger at her waist.

"Who said I like him?" Zhang Mengmeng curled her mouth, but felt a bit hot on her cheeks.

Qi Yu smiled and bent down, revealing a row of white teeth, "I think you are blushing, have you said nothing?"

Zhang Mengmeng gave her a cold eye. This is Mou Yu, who is playing with a mobile phone, raising his head and saying: "Xiaomeng, I will help you handle KTV, Ma Qing, I have also notified him, I don't know if he will let Zhuo Bufan go."

"Ma Qing is a man with small belly and chicken intestines. The defect must be reported. The last time Zhuo Bufan beat him in the hotel, Ma Qing must retaliate. It is estimated that Zhuo Bufan didn't know that your birthday party was helping him settle the trouble." Qi Said with a pouting mouth.

Zhang Mengmeng sighed: "After all, I offended Ma Qing because of Zhuo Bufan. I must find a way to resolve this contradiction. By the way, I will send a message to my cousin first."

As they were talking, an old silver-haired professor named Qu Xiangkun, who was an associate professor of the school’s sound department, was taking a vocal music class, but the way of teaching was too old-fashioned, except for a few. Apart from the students listening carefully to the class, the others are distracted, playing on their mobile phones, and chatting.

Qu Xiangkun and Yuguang glanced at the students in the audience, feeling helpless. Nowadays, the pace of society is accelerating, economic development is changing with each passing day, and young people are affected by society. They believe in the supremacy of money. Theoretical knowledge points.