Chapter 11: Acting and inverse acting (3)

To ask Fang Lang's most impressive character, it is undoubtedly the pervert who is standing not far away at this time.
There is a No. 44 sign hanging on his chest, teardrop-shaped and star-shaped makeup will be painted on his face, red hair is erected wantonly, his appearance is coquettish and sexy, tall, slim waist and long legs.
The image resembles a clown in a circus, with a moody and distorted personality.
Despite this, he still exudes a strong aura. I am afraid that most of the more than 300 candidates present add up, and he is not as strong as a single person.
"Tsk tusk, this perversion may be crooked, or it is better not to be noticed by him." Fang Lang retracted his perception, and at the same time concealed his breath.
It's just that as soon as he withdrew his perception, Hisuo, who was standing in the crowd, cast his gaze, and moved away after a while.
"I have been discovered? It's such a strong perception that I can discover my existence. It's wrong, maybe, maybe it's instinct." Fang Lang shook his head and turned to observe other people.
As soon as he turned around, he saw someone appear behind him.
A square nose, short, obese, obscene uncle.
Fang Lang looked down and saw the sign on his chest, No. 16, which means that this person was the 16th person to arrive at the examination room.
"Hello, face you haven't seen, are you a newcomer?" The fat uncle greeted with a smile, paused, and said: "My name is Dongba."
"Uncle, I'm still taking the exam..." Fang Lang looked at each other pityingly, "You have no hope of passing, so give up. As a warrior at the peak, you didn't temper your character. It's too late."
Hearing these words, Dongba's face couldn't help but froze. After a while, he said, "I was able to see it. Actually, I took the exam for the thirty-fifth time this year. If you give up, what is the difference between that and the walking dead."
"Oh, that's a good point. People's dreams will never end. A big pirate named Blackbeard once said this. I think he said it very well, but unfortunately he died in my hands." Fang Lang said with a sigh.
"Yes, is it..." Cold sweat dripped on Dongba's forehead, and he suddenly felt that Fang Lang was not only arrogant, but also bragging, and he pondered a little and said, "What's your name?"
"Fang Lang."
"Fang Lang, I'm a veteran candidate. If you don't understand anything, you can directly ask me." Dongba said very kindly.
Fang Lang couldn't help squinting his eyes, and gave him a few smiles.
Vaguely, people around can be heard talking quietly.
"It's starting again, that guy from Dongba loves doing this kind of thing."
"That new talent is going to be unlucky. I don't even know how to die."
"Who cares, it's best to die, one less competitor."
The voices of these conversations are very subtle, and it is difficult to hear if it is not for elevating perception to the limit.
With Fang Lang's smirk and non-smiling eyes, Dongba's heart twitched, with the illusion of being seen through.
"That's really great." At this moment, Fang Lang breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Dongba, it took me two hours to drive from Duolei Port. It took a lot of energy and was thirsty and belly. Hungry, is there anything you can eat?"
It would take three hours to drive from Port Doré to Sabang, even by bus. This person is bragging again.
Dongba thought so, but said on the face: "There is nothing to eat, but drink something to add some strength." As he said, he took out a bottle of juice from his bag.
Fang Lang took it smoothly, feeling that the bottle of juice was enveloped in an instant, without any trace of opening, but it might be prescribed before the encapsulation, so it still cannot be ruled out.
"What's wrong?" Dongba couldn't help asking when seeing Fang Lang holding the juice, but he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"No, nothing, I'm just so touched, Mr. Dongba is really a good person." Fang Lang smiled, opened the juice and finished it in one sip.
Dongba kept watching Fang Lang drinking, his mouth couldn't help showing a mocking smile.
"I said, Mr. Dongba." Suddenly, Fang Lang asked.
"What, what's wrong?"
"Ask a question." Fang Lang lowered his voice and whispered, "Do you know how to recite abilities?"
Hearing this, Dongba's heart beat hard, "You, what are you talking about?"
"Forget it, it's just nonsense." Fang Lang smiled and said, "But let me tell you one more thing. The general poison is not poisoning me. Let me know the unity of soul and body. For example, it takes at least several hundred times. The poison that is enough to kill an elephant can affect me a little bit."
After finishing talking, Fang Lang patted Dongba on the shoulder, and then took out a can of juice from the other's bag, "You have to come on, newcomer killer, thank you for the juice anyway."
Watching Fang Lang go away blankly, Dongba's complexion was purple, and he felt humiliated in his heart.
"Poison? This guy knows who I am from the beginning, and he also knows that there is a laxative in the juice that can numb elephants, but he doesn't care, and even plays with me...what the is doing, this year's newcomer!"
Dongba gritted his teeth, as if he was about to break his teeth, bursting out with strong resentment.
Fang Lang took the juice, ready to find a place to sit down.
Here is a hundred floors underground. Calculated at 3.5 meters per floor, it is three hundred and fifty meters underground. But strangely, the ventilation is very smooth and the air quality is not bad.
This is a tunnel, an arched tunnel. On one side of the tunnel, you can see thick/strong pipes, extending outward, but the front and back sides are blocked by stone walls, so the range of activities for candidates is only three or four basketball courts. So big.
Just thinking about it, Fang Lang was about to open the juice to quench his thirst.
A shadow appeared in his eyes, Fang Lang looked up and saw a little boy with white hair.
"Something?" Fang Lang asked.
"My name is Qi Ya, and I have seen all of them just now," he said in a bit of surprise: "You are so amazing, there was a huge amount of medicine in this juice, and you didn't have anything to do."
"Well, as long as it doesn't affect the taste." Fang Lang chuckled, took a sip, stared at Qi Ya, and said: "Little Qi Ya, your strength is okay, do you want to mix with me?"..
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