Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

At the back of the classroom, Zhang Yifeng seemed to have not heard what He Yajiao said, so he turned and left the classroom and went straight to the dormitory.

"Ahhh, Zhang Yifeng, you hate!"

He Ya kept stomping her feet with squeamishness.

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In the dormitory, after the body tempering just now, Zhang Yifeng clearly felt that his body was a little stronger. It seemed that the older generation's theory of aura tempering was indeed correct.

This afternoon, Zhang Yifeng has been in the dormitory constantly tempering his body with aura.

He was sweating profusely, and there was even a crackling sound in his body, but only he could hear this sound.

Zhang Yifeng now feels painful and happy!

"Almost forgot the time, it's time to call Ye Zhimei."

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Yifeng stopped tempering his body, took out the phone, and dialed Ye Zhimei's phone number.

At this time, the female dormitory.

Ye Zhimei has been back to the dormitory for a long time, and her mood this day is complicated. Zhang Yifeng said that she understood her thoughts, but does he really understand? Could he understand it wrong?

Take a step back and say, even if he really understands his mind, how can he help himself? The current Zhang Yifeng is no longer the rich second generation who was the most powerful person at the beginning. He is just a pauper. He even asked the pauper he borrowed for a hundred dollars. Can he really help himself?

"Ye Zhimei, you are really a fool. You actually believe that Zhang Yifeng can help yourself. It is a good thing for him not to be teased in that kind of situation. Or, he is just talking about fun, just to lie to me. Bucks."

"People are talking about it, but you take it seriously, what a fool."

Ye Zhimei checked the time. It was already half past five, and Zhang Yifeng would definitely not come.

I'm really stupid, I actually have a glimmer of hope for people like Zhang Yifeng, and think that people like Zhang Yifeng are their own life-saving straws, ridiculous, really ridiculous.

"Forget it, go by yourself. This is my fate, I can't change it."

Ye Zhimei sighed, and then left the university.

Soon, Ye Zhimei came to the entrance of the university. Just when she was about to take a taxi home, the phone rang. She thought it was her father, and she knew the phone number was a strange number.

At that moment, she guessed it might be Zhang Yifeng.

Sure enough, after the call was connected, Zhang Yifeng's somewhat apologetic voice came immediately: "It's me, Zhang Yifeng, sorry, I took a shower just now and took a while. Where are you? Do you want me to pick you up?"

Ye Zhimei heard Zhang Yifeng's voice, but for some reason, her hesitating heart became quieter: "I'm at the main entrance of the school."

"Well, wait for me there for a few minutes. I'll be right there."

"Well, I'll call a taxi first. Drive to the side of the road and wait for you, lest your classmates see us together and chew your tongue."

"can."

"License plate number xxxx."

Ye Zhimei told Zhang Yifeng's license plate, and then she got into the taxi and asked the rental car to drive to a point ahead, and then she stopped and waited for Zhang Yifeng.

Four minutes later, Zhang Yifeng appeared at the entrance of the university.

As soon as he came out, Zhang Yifeng ran into Ning Xiangyi and was about to say hello. Director Xin drove a BMW 7 Series to the side of Teacher Ning.

He held a rose in his hand and wanted to give it to Ning Xiangyi. Ning Xiangyi didn't pick it up, but he went to the door of Director Xin.

Seeing this scene, many students exclaimed.

"No way, the goddess teacher really got in the car of the teacher!"

"I can't believe my eyes. Isn't the goddess Teacher Ning also a squatter? Director Xin is a divorced man with a child."

"Hey, this world is too real. The goddesses have been played by rich people. I have decided that I will become a rich man and sleep goddess too! From now on I will study hard and work hard!"

Many students were in grief and indignation.

Even Zhang Yifeng frowned, but he was not sad and angry, but he saw the sadness and helplessness in the corner of Ning Xiangyi's eyes.

Teacher Ning, there are stories.

But in this world, who has no story? Even if Zhang Yifeng wants to help, it is not now, there is still something to do now.

Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng went to the taxi parked on the side of the road, opened the door of the back seat, and got into the car directly.

"That, Zhang Yifeng, do you plan to wear this way to the banquet?"

As soon as she got in the car, Ye Zhimei's frowning voice came.

"What? What's the problem."

Zhang Yifeng took a look at his clothes. Although they were colorful, there was nothing wrong with them.

Ye Zhimei was speechless and sighed: "Master, go to the garden market first."

Zhang Yifeng thought that Ye Zhimei's family lived at the garden market, and he didn't care too much, but when he arrived at the garden market, he realized that it was a very large wholesale market at a fair price. Pots and pans, all living utensils.

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Yifeng asked.

"Buy you a dress. How can I wear this for a party."

Zhang Yifeng looked at his clothes and said, "Although it's a bit colorful, I don't think it is a problem. Otherwise, I will buy a T-shirt here."

Although Zhang Yifeng doesn't like colorful clothes, one thing is similar to Zhang Yifeng before, that is casual! Who said that formal attire must be worn for banquets? The most important thing is that Zhang Yifeng feels that he can only buy a T-shirt worth ten to twenty yuan!

After listening to Zhang Yifeng's words, Ye Zhimei couldn't laugh or cry. She wears a T-shirt to attend high society parties? You are here to be funny.

"Don't, I'll buy you a set."

"Well, since I'm helping you, I'll listen to you."

Zhang Yifeng said this, his heart is already in pain, don't buy too expensive.

Fortunately, the garden market is a resistance market. The small suits here cost more than 100 yuan.

"Okay, I'll change it."

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng was wearing a small suit and walked out of the simple changing room.

"This……"

At that moment, Ye Zhimei was dumbfounded.

Zhang Yifeng was wearing a suit with a straight figure, and he stood there like the most perfect clothes rack.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng put his right hand in his trousers bag, frowned slightly, looking melancholy and cold. Like the prince charming in a cartoon frowning and thinking!

Ye Zhimei saw a lot of people in suits, but it was the first time he saw someone who wears a suit for more than 100 yuan into an international style! Zhang Yifeng is not tall or thin. He belongs to the kind of people who are particularly perfect and well-proportioned. The suit is worn on him, and he gives people a suit that exists only because of him.

Not only Ye Zhimei was dumbfounded, but even the aunt who sold clothes surprised Zhang Yifeng as a god. Xindao these two people are really a natural pair, handsome men and beautiful women.

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