Chapter 110: pursue

Draw a clean bathrobe from the shelf and wear it casually, loose and loose, and the clothes inside are still dripping. Mr. Wu seemed undetected, staring at the mobile phone on the desktop for tens of seconds, and rarely got an idea.
Informed Yin Ronglan that if the method is not upscale, the person who violates him will live by himself. But letting go of this, the talented Chen Zhang still whispered in the ear with a light sarcasm. Before making a decision, the body has gone ahead and dialed the phone uncontrollably-
Just this time. Silence in my heart... so naive, there will be no next time.
Each drip is as long as a century.
"Which one?" The calm tone is exactly the opposite of Chen Zhang's calm and quiet.
Mr. Wu gave up studying how the two people with different personalities mixed together, and came straight to the point: "Chen Zhang set up a book club, and many people ‘come here’."
The following four words are particularly bitten.
Yin Ronglan didn't care who he was reporting, and there was no wave: "I know."
Mr. Wu was stunned. If he wanted to continue to open his mouth, he listened to Yin Ronglan's first words: "I sponsor the book club."
After chatting and dying, Mr. Wu's green muscle was exposed because of excessive force.
Silent for a moment, said for a while: "He and those little artists Qing Qing me and you, you don't have any..."
Before finishing the speech, Yin Ronglan was too lazy to waste time. He responded with a "fuss" and hung up the phone directly.
In the empty living room, Mr. Wu reacted for a while before putting down the mobile phone next to his ear... Someone who couldn’t figure out how to advocate true love in front of the media on weekdays, and even went abroad to spend his honeymoon...is so unchecked in private.
Cursed whispering ‘Unknown Shame’ and walked to the tea room to try to calm down by making tea.
Air can spread taste, but not emotion. The depression in his heart did not affect Chen Zhang at all.
In a small house, everyone was drinking fruit wine, talking and laughing. Interestingly, the purpose of their approach to Chen Zhang was to show a face in the article. When this utilitarian overflowed with words, the exchange was smooth.
Chen Zhang wrote Tibetan poems to some of them, looked at the sky outside, and smiled and said, "The family came to pick me up."
The ending has not dissipated. The sound of cars rolling over the speed bumps came from outside. Yin Ronglan entered the house and smiled at everyone. Most people nodded in response, but the state was obviously not relaxed when facing Chen Zhang.
There was no lack of coolness in the summer night, and when he went out, Chen Zhang couldn't help shaking his shoulders. Fortunately, the car was parked nearby. The radio inside was still being broadcast. After being touted for a long time, the hostess's solemn voice sounded like a worldly feeling.
"How about inspiration?" Yin Ronglan confirmed that he was wearing a seat belt and asked while driving.
Chen Zhan smiled: "All kinds of human beings only present a kind of appearance in front of me."
What I want to see is the big dyed tank that was rendered, or the history of unscrupulous superiors, rather than a group of people who are more naive in front of him.
Yin Ronglan used Chen Guang to pay attention to Chen Zhang. Regardless of the tone of his speech, his organization was clear and logical, and he could not see the impact of concussion, let alone amnesia.
That night, not long after falling asleep, Yin Ronglan was suddenly pushed down by Chen Zhang: "I had a nightmare."
Yin Ronglan patted his back for him.
Chen Zhang: "I dreamed that An Leng was dead."
Yin Ronglan: "Don't be afraid, it's not a nightmare, it's true."
Chen Zhang: "...how did he die?"
Yin Ronglan pondered for a moment, with a solemn expression: "In short, it is not your fault."
Believe in him, Chen Zhangping lay down and went to sleep again. But two hours later, he woke up in a nightmare.
Wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead, Yin Ronglan seriously considered whether to cook something that would soothe the nerves.
Chen Zhan murmured bitterly: "Dreaming about outrageous things, I helped Lin Chi Ang propose marriages on variety shows."
Yin Ronglan gave him a soft hug: "The scene is reappearing, don't worry about it."
Probably this sentence made a difference. In the middle of the night, Chen Zhan still couldn't sleep well, but nothing happened to wake up from the nightmare. Waking up a little earlier the next day, Yin Ronglan had already packed up and was ready to go out. He heard a moving smile and said, "Sleep more."
Chen Zhan shook his head, apparently his memory was gradually recovering, summing up: "So I have had quite a few months... wonderful."
Yin Ronglan left a meaningful look, and Chen Zhang stayed in the house to continue writing the script. There was little gain at the banquet, but this little was enough for him to write a paragraph.
[System: The host does not want to pack up the stranded? 】
As a resident of the brain, it was the first to feel the existence of Chen Zhan's memory resuscitation... Do you have to work hard when your brain is ready?
Chen Zhang: "Let him go through his strategy first."
Looking back, I asked Lin Chiang and the law enforcers whether they could come up with a better way. It would be a good idea to attack the shield with a spear. Chen Zhan lifted the bed sheet and pulled out a leaflet from underneath, slowly smiling at the corner of his mouth.
[System: Hidden here is not afraid of being discovered? 】
Chen Zhang's smile remained the same: "It's dark under the lights."
Staring at the above time for a long time, I walked to the side and sat down. I said to Yin Ronglan that he would participate in the activities of the book club after seven o'clock every night. The actual offline party was once a week. He wanted to use this time to do something else thing.
More than one pair of eyes stared at Chen Zhang in the dark. The gossip media occasionally come to squat spots and try to take explosive pictures. Chen Zhang’s lover is a male, so he can make a fuss as long as he takes other men and women to the villa. On the other side, Mr. Wu also hired people to follow, but unfortunately he didn't dare to do it too obviously, but just paid attention to the travel trajectory.
Chen Zhan's whereabouts are obviously strange in recent days.
At seven o'clock every night, there is a taxi waiting at the door on time. It seems that the two sides have a certain period of employment relationship. The driver has a very high level of driving and can often get rid of the trackers.
When Wu received this news, he was mobilized.
"Tomorrow I will follow."
It was night, seven o'clock, the same taxi.
Mr. Wu rode a motorcycle, followed not far away, and a reporter was covering in front, so he could move more freely.
The reporter quickly lost it. He exchanged tracking items and easily grasped Chen Zhang's movements.
"Ignorance." Ye Feng seemed to be able to invade through the helmet. Mr. Wu looked at the vehicle in front of him like a knife. Chen Zhan sat in Jinshan, but rarely used the white value to exchange for props. If he learns to be flexible, maybe he can stand on top of the world.
The taxi stopped at a corner, and the car was blocked in a long line in the previous section. Chen Zhan chose to walk the last distance.
Mr. Wu followed him into an old building. The cracks on the outside wall were obvious. There was only one ‘fly’ sign on the top sign, and the remaining ones could not be recognized long ago.
Inside is the elevator. An iron door was pulled outside the stairs, which was locked, which was beyond Mr. Wu's expectations. Such a narrow passageway, almost as soon as he entered, he met Chen Zhang.
"What a coincidence." The first little surprise was well covered in the moment when he lowered his eyes, and a smile appeared on Chen Zhang's face: "You can meet it here."
Seeing that the elevator door was going to close, Mr. Wu stepped in, and he was not embarrassed beside him: "Look at you sneaky, should you start another cult group?"
Chen Zhang was helpless: "Please don't speculate on the book club with your inferior mind."
The elevator reached the third floor, and the two went down one after the other. Mr. Wu glanced at the side: "Why not use the stairs?"
Chen Zhang really replied: "The first and second floors are for business, and the fourth floor is an internet cafe. The theft happened before and it was locked."
Mr. Wu narrowed his eyes: "What do you do on the third floor?"
While speaking, his eyes flashed on the bag behind Chen Zhang.
The light in the corridor was not too bright, and there was a feeling of faintness when I walked in.
There was a water dispenser on the table at the door. Someone was receiving water. He heard footsteps and looked up. He seemed to know Chen Zhang and smiled.
Chen Zhang smiled back and went into the room.
The people in them vary in age, some read books, and some discuss issues. Chen Zhan sat on the seat, took out the book, picked up the thermos and prepared to go out to collect water.
"Night school?" Mr. Wu asked.
Chen Zhang nodded: "It is necessary to improve myself."
Mr. Wu frowned, didn't even have a brand, and still opened in such a place, it didn't look like he had formal education qualification at first glance.
Chen Zhan seemed to see through his confusion, and shrugged indifferently: "It's cheap, so are the students."
Don't ask questions about things just because you are an internet celebrity.
Mr. Wu flipped open the book that Chen Zhan placed on the table, with notes on it densely, standard students' style.
Just then, a middle-aged fat man came in and saw a strange face froze.
Chen Zhang helped to solve the problem: "A friend of mine wants to try a lesson."
When he got the water in, Mr. Wu found a stool from the back and sat on the side. He repeatedly confirmed that it was indeed a place for teaching and educating people. The expression was unpredictable: "Are you doing something human?"
On the one hand, it forcibly lowers the IQ of others, but secretly arming yourself with knowledge.
Chen Zhan reviewed the content of the previous lesson and said seriously: "I have always had a college dream in my heart."
At first, Mr. Wu didn't take this sentence to heart. Suddenly thinking that he also relied on the system to come to a different world, his eyes immediately changed: "Before crossing... wouldn't you ever go to university?"
A little shame appeared on Chen Zhang's face: "The college entrance examination failed, and the colleges were better and could not afford it."
"..."
Actually fell against the people several times!
Chen Zhang was curious: "Have you ever been to university?"
"Then..." The last word was not spoken after all. Mr. Wu felt that his years of education would be ruined by such a bastard.
I want to say something later. The teacher has already called in the students in the corridor to start the lecture.
According to Mr. Wu's academic qualifications, these contents are just pediatrics. Yu Guang glanced at Chen Zhan's relish, and sometimes he fell into contemplation, which was obviously not understood somewhere.
During the break between classes, Chen Zhan actually did not shame to ask, personally consult Mr. Wu.
Looking at such a thirsty face for knowledge, he couldn't tell whether it was a play or a real one. Mr. Wu didn't want to waste any more time and was ready to get up and leave. Feeling resistance, he looked back at the person who was holding him: "What do you do?"
Chen Zhang: "If you leave now, you will make the teacher think that his course is boring."
Mr. Wu sneered, unbelieving that being in a position to think about others would be related to such people.
Chen Zhang: "The teacher is in a bad mood, it will affect the teaching, and it will not benefit me indirectly."
"If I insist on leaving?"
Chen Zhang said in a word: "Trust me, you don't want to."
For a few seconds of silence, Mr. Wu weighed again and again and did not want to tear his face completely and sit down again.
This meditation has made a new discovery. When I accidentally saw Chen Zhang open the notebook, the first page was the curriculum. The ten lines at a glance are fairly clear: in addition to the basic courses, there are also equestrian and shooting courses, indicating that he is ‘learning’ in different places.
Chen Zhan looked as usual, in fact, he wanted to use Mr. Wu and law enforcers trapped in dancing with the demon for a period of time to learn more and improve themselves. Then he opened the topic and said: "I have never been to university, let alone find a job. I have never seen the cruelty of society..."
Unusual chatter for a long time, the center is one: he wants to seize the opportunity to cross, study hard, and improve every day.
The author has something to say: Mr. Wu: God let you go through, and the system is included, giving you an inexhaustible whitewash value... but you hurry to go to night school?
Chen Zhang (behavior): Only knowledge will not abandon me.