"I don't know what Fu Yingchen looks like now. Do you have a photo?" Zhou Sui asked curiously, "He is also our first lieutenant colonel after all."
"He?"
"It is recognized by the forum," Zhou Sui said, "If "It's not that he always makes the girls who chase him angry and cry, there must be more people who like him than Cheng Jiali." After saying this, she realized that she shouldn't mention Cheng Jiali.
Ji Fanling didn't care at all, flipping through the photo album on her phone: "How can I have any photos..."
She tried Baidu for Fu Yingcheng's name, and sure enough, a long Baidu entry popped up, with a frightening number of personal honors, and time. The earliest one is to win the first prize in the college entrance examination in Beiwan City.
It also includes several photos of Fu Yingcheng's interviews and awards.
Zhou Sui took the phone, flipped through a few pictures, and couldn't help but sigh: "Oh my God, he's more handsome than when he was studying! It's really a loss for the entertainment industry that he didn't debut."
"Really."
"You look at this every day Doesn't he have any feelings about his face?" Zhou Sui pushed the phone to her, "Especially this one, does he really look like this now?"
"..."
The photo seemed to be a snapshot of a man leaning forward at an event. The moment he got off the Maybach, his head was slightly lowered, his eyes were deep and his nose was straight, and his broken hair cast a silhouette.
A slender leg stepped forward, one foot stepped on the red carpet. The uppers of the leather shoes were shiny, and the legs of the suit trouser were ironed and straight.
Pale golden light illuminated his face from top to bottom.
Noble, indifferent.
Like the white snow on the top of the mountain.
Some people feel an innate sense of oppression when they go into a crowd, even if they don't speak.
Ji Fanling raised his eyelids, but there was no fluctuation in his heart: "Isn't that just like that?"
Zhou Sui curled his lips: "...You are really good."
Perhaps because Zhou Sui mentioned the fight, Ji Fanling suddenly remembered a detail.
Fu Yingcheng was also present at the scuffle on the playground.
Although Xu Zhilei was slapped all over his head and face by her with the soles of her shoes at first, he soon realized what he was doing and called his friend Chen Chao to fight back together.
Ji Fanling was a girl after all, a head shorter than them. She was pushed fiercely and fell to the ground. Xu Zhilei held up a swollen pig's mouth, bent over and picked up her collar, and raised his other hand high. , want to call back.
Until then, Ji Fanling still didn't care.
Even if she received a few slaps, it didn't matter. She was born to resist beatings. Besides, if things got serious, Old Tang would definitely call his parents to come to school. Xu Zhilei would then be dragged home by his father and severely criticized. But Ji Guoliang was different - He won't come to school at all.
Therefore, no matter whether she wins or loses, she will make a lot of money.
There was a crisp sound of "pop".
As a result, the expected slap did not fall.
Ji Fanling squinted his eyes.
Against the light, the young man in school uniform was covered with a layer of scattered light, panting after running, and tightly grasped Xu Zhilei's wrist: "Don't fight."
Xu Zhilei went crazy with anger and yelled: "Let go Fuck me!! Fu Yingcheng! I'll beat this bitch to death..."
Ji Fanling didn't see Fu Yingcheng's movements clearly, he just felt that he turned his body. With a fierce spin, Xu Zhilei suddenly let out a scream like a slaughtering pig.
Ji Fanling sneered and laughed.
Under the hot sunlight, the young man's dark pupils drooped and he glanced at her quickly.
I can't tell what the emotion is.
Xu Zhilei's screams attracted all the teachers and classmates who were halfway across the playground.
When the physical education teacher asked about the situation, Fu Yingcheng restrained Xu Zhilei with one hand and said calmly: "I saw them having a conflict, so I went to break up the fight."
Xu Zhilei yelled heartbreakingly under his hand: "You Are you trying to break up the fight?! She rushed over and hit me. If you don't hit her, you'll hit me!"
Fu Yingcheng said in a calm tone, "I tried to hold Xu Zhilei back, maybe he was dislocated. "Okay, I'll take him to the infirmary now."
Xu Zhilei had a history of fighting with gangsters outside the school and was reported to the whole school, while Fu Yingcheng is usually the most obedient and was ranked first in the grade last semester. Speech under the flag.
The physical education teacher had no reason not to believe Fu Yingcheng, and immediately said: "Then send him away quickly." Turning around, his face was red with anger and his neck was thick: "You are still laughing! Why are you laughing! Ji Fanling! You ran well "Why did you rush over and hit someone?"
...
In the past, Ji Fanling felt that people like Fu Yingcheng, who were always self-disciplined and aloof, were not in the same world as her, who had long since been broken in the ground.
But at that moment, she suddenly felt that Fu Yingcheng looked a little bit like her.
However, it was just a momentary thought.
*
Ji Fanling ate as fast as ever, finishing early and chatting while waiting for Zhou Sui and Hanhan.
Fu Yingcheng's WeChat message popped up on his phone.
c: [Where? ]
Ji Fanling sent him the address: [Almost finished eating. ]
c: [Wait for me there, I'll be there in half an hour. ]
Ji Fanling thought he was going to take her back on the way. It wasn't the first time that he had done this anyway, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Wait until checkout.
Zhou Sui suddenly remembered: "Do you still have enough money? Shall I transfer you another thousand?"
Ji Fanling wanted to refuse, but thought of buying clothes later, so she nodded and opened WeChat to see how much money was left.
——The balance is five hundred.
Ji Fanling:?
□□ money, money for printed materials for the interview, round trip expenses, food expenses for not being able to come back for dinner, shampoo, shower gel and slippers, plus the underwear and socks she bought herself...
nothing in total.
No matter how much they add up.
Zhou Sui borrowed 500 yuan from her. Why did she still have 500 yuan after a month? !
"Isn't that right?"
Ji Fanling frowned, "Why did you spend so much money?"
Zhou Sui looked over and thought for a moment: "Is your default payment method in change? Can you try transferring one dollar to me?"