South City University, Computer Department, Dormitory 303.
"Old Chen, your goddess went to the canteen. Why are you still lying down?" The tall Zhao Lv walked in wearing a ball uniform and said to the slim man lying on the bed.
Chen Bu opened his eyes, looked at him, and then made a retching sound from his mouth.
"Holy shit, Old Chen, what's wrong with you? Pregnant? Is it Fourth Brother's? I told you that this dog is not a human being, hiding in the dormitory to watch pornographic movies every day, and he's having a beastly time while I'm not here?" Zhao Lv said with a grin as he threw the basketball under the bed.
The white-faced man sitting in front of the computer had black eyes and threw the toilet paper in his hand into the trash can, "Big Brother, don't be ridiculous. I'm a decent man, only interested in women."
Chen Bu let out a bitter laugh and rolled off the bed.
He was disgusted by himself.
To be precise, he was disgusted by the former owner of this body.
He came to the water room, rubbed his face with a handful of cool water, straightened his hair against the mirror covered with water droplets, and a smile bloomed on his face.
"It's better to be alive than anything else." Chen Bu looked at himself in the mirror. The body is a little too thin -- one meter eight height, only one hundred and two weight. He's not bad looking, just stuck with a pair of five hundred degree glasses. But these are small things. With his strength, restoring his eyesight is not a problem.
Leaving these aside, the man in the mirror is actually quite handsome, worthy of the word “handsome”.
"I'm the King of Medicine, I've earned my Dao through the art of medicine, and I've entered the Furnace Fire Realm. Am I so easy to kill?" Chen Bu murmured, after three seconds, and then jumped and cursed, "Fuck you, Emperor Song Qing. I can not cure your disease, so you sent a dozen of the Furnace Fire Realm experts to hunt me down? You deserved your early baldness!"
Gathering his emotions, he began to organize the information left in his mind again.
"The owner of this body is called Chen Bu, twenty years old, just sophomore, is a rural person. This world, and my original world of life is similar. The world's technology is more advanced, but there are not many ancient martial arts masters. My original world also has cars, electric lights, but they are all for the royal family. This world, on the other hand, seems to be a bit more beautiful..."
After a while, he began to spit on himself again.
"The old Chen Bu, too disgusting, he was just a damned simp! He wanted to enter the Student Council, so he became Vice President of the Student Council's simp every day; for love, he became the goddess's simp; for credits, he became the teacher's simp... What the hell, this boy is a simp?"
He shook his head and turned around to go back to the dormitory. He used his memory to scour the "legacy" left by the previous owner of this body.
In his wallet, apart from a picture of the goddess, there was only about three hundred yuan. This is the money to buy lipstick for his goddess on Valentine's Day.
At the same time, there is a small box on the table, and surprisingly, it is locked.
The memory in his head was lacking. About this box, Chen Bu could not remember any. Since he didn't find the key, he then got a hammer. He used the hammer to smash this box open directly.
The other two people in the dormitory were astonished to see this.
"Shit, Old Chen, you crazy? This box is very precious to you!" Zhao Lv lit a cigarette and said.
"Give me one." Chen Bu waved his hand.
"You don't know how to smoke, so it's a waste to give it to you."
"Don't be inked."
Zhao Lv is the Big Brother of the dormitory. He usually took care of others, and he was not stingy, so he immediately threw one to Chen Bu.
Light the cigarette, Chen Bu took a hard puff and exhaled slowly.
In his last life, he was an old smoker. As a the Furnace Fire Realm practitioner, he didn't have to worry about dying from lung cancer.
"Hmm?" Zhao Lv looked at Chen Bu with strange. When did this man learn to smoke? Look at his posture, he’s quite skillful.
After opening the box, a sour smell came out. Chen Bu almost vomited again.
"Old Chen, what the hell is this?"
The white-faced, black-eyed man came over and looked at it, and his face turned black.
"Old Chen, if I remember correctly, this should be the apple that Zhao Yuhan sent last time, right? You haven't eaten yours. And you've been keeping it? It's all fucking moldy and smelly!"
The corners of Chen Bu's mouth twitched slightly.
Zhao Yuhan, is Chen Bu's goddess.
"Simp, so damn lickable..." Chen Bu shook his head and hurriedly closed the box and threw it into the trash with his hands.
Zhao Lv and white-faced Fourth Brother looked at each other and both saw amazement in each other's eyes.
In their minds, they both had the same thought.
Old Chen is crazy?
In the past, when people were slightly close to this box, he would be very angry, but now he even threw this box directly?
"Old Chen, are you irritated?" Zhao Lv said with some concern.
"No." Chen Bu said while thinking: how to spend this more than three hundred yuan. Then he realized that he couldn't do anything with this money, and he had problems even paying for his food this month.
He was living on 1,500 a month. One thousand have to be spent on others: buying gifts for the goddess, buying cigarettes for the Vice President of the Student Council. He couldn't even get enough food for himself, and Chen Bu didn't know what the original owner was thinking.
Chen Bu felt the original owner of this body was humble to the bone. His life was a waste of air.
"First, I want to buy some herbs, finding a way to cure myopia. Then, I have to get some money. After all, without money, you can not cultivate. People always say that only rich people could practise martial arts. This is not a joke..." Chen Bu muttered in his heart.
At this time, his phone on the table suddenly rang.
Looking at the caller ID, he frowned.
The three words "Vice President" simply stung.
"Damn, it's Wang Junlong again. Old Chen, listen to me, don't pay attention to him. He is just an Vice President of our department. But he thinks he is the king of heaven." Zhao Lv immediately said, "If he dares to trouble you, you can tell me. I will make this grandson pay!"
"Okay." Chen Bu nodded and casually picked up the phone.
"Hey, you just don't listen to my advice... Huh?" Zhao Lv suddenly froze.
Why is he reacting differently than before?
When he picked up the phone, Wang Junlong's voice came from the other side of the phone.
"King bomb! One more card left..." He was playing cards, "Ahem, Chen Bu, you want to join the Student Council, right? I have talked to the President, now it's just a matter of review. BTW, why don’t you bring a carton of cigarettes over. Yuxi is just fine."
Chen Bu gave a cold laugh.
He was feeling stifled. Someone just sent himself to the door.
"Go and smoke your father, lighting him all to save cremation." He finished and hung up the phone decisively. Because he was afraid that he was not eloquent enough to scold the opposite side.
But the feeling of cursing and venting is really good.
He hung up the phone and looked at Fourth Brother and Zhao Lv with two confused faces. Chen Bu blinked, "What? You guys haven't seen the male god?"
Zhao Lv stretched out his blackened hand towards Chen Bu's forehead and probed.
"Get lost! Look at your black hands. Go wash your hands." Chen Bu had a disgusted face.
"Old Chen, are you out of your mind?"
Although, Zhao Lv had always wanted to see Chen Bu rise up and not be that disgusting simp, but Chen Bu suddenly differed so much that he just didn't fit in.
"I guess there must be a ghost..." Fourth Brother sighed and said, "There is a sorceress in my hometown. Shall I notice her?"
"Fuck off." Chen Bu waved his hand, looked at Fourth Brother and said, "You'd better watch less films. To be honest, looking at your face, you have a serious kidney deficiency."
Fourth Brother didn't care, "Since when do you know how to read faces?"
Chen Bu laughed but did not say anything.
Reading faces? Look, listen, question and feel the pulse -- this is called the four ways of diagnosis!
It's a pity that I have no cultivation now, otherwise, I could judge the physical condition of the other party directly through "Qi Reading".
Although Chen Bu had no money now. He couldn't buy herbs to quench his body, but it was still not a problem to improve his physique through the Qi Conduction Technique. After all, the road needed to be taken step by step, and the meal needed to be eaten one mouthful at a time.
When Chen Bu finished smoking, he just put it out in the ashtray. He heard a "bang"; the dormitory door was kicked open.
"Fuck, Chen Bu, are you counting death? Didn't you know who called you just now? How dared you scold me?"
Wang Junlong's dormitory was also on the third floor, so it didn't take long for him to come over, and behind him, there were about ten people standing.
"To beat me up, you have to call so many people..." Chen Bu looked at Wang Junlong in puzzlement, "Are you so damned weak?"
