At this moment, countless shocking news had already flashed through Zhao Fan's mind.

"Is this the kind of hacker from The Matrix?"

“It’s the same in the movies…”

Meng Fu spat out the beer bottle cap from her mouth, ignored Zhao Fan, walked over and turned off the computer's main switch, calmly.

“Pah—”

The computer screen went black instantly.

It returned to its gray and hazy appearance.

Zhao Fan's voice stopped abruptly.

Meng Fu took a sip and the taste changed a little, but she didn't care. She glanced at Zhao Fan and said, "Do you understand? Do this from now on."

A bunch of hacker wars flashed through Zhao Fan's mind and he was speechless for a moment.

...

...

She looked at the computer, which was as quiet as a chicken, in disbelief and almost suspected that she was dazzled.

She nodded blankly.

Indicate that he can do it.

"Are the books bound?" Meng Fu looked away.

Zhao Fan was a little slow in thinking and shook his head, "Right away."

Meng Fu went out for a while and came back with a bunch of bottles and jars.

"What kind of perfume is this? It smells quite nice." Zhao Fan looked at the colorful bottles and recognized that they were for perfume, but he didn't see any logos. They looked like groceries from a roadside stall. He asked her as she was packing them.

Meng Fu didn't look back, "I like to pick a bottle myself."

Zhao Fan liked perfume and had a few bottles of limited edition perfume that he was reluctant to use. However, he did not dislike Meng Fu's perfume and took a bottle directly.

Three minutes later, Zhao Fan, who was conscientiously helping Meng Fu pack the boxes, realized belatedly. How did she suddenly become Meng Fu's servant?

**

When Meng Fu came back, she packed up her books and took two notebooks.

Zhao Fan pulled the black suitcase, opened the door and went out.

There was a man wearing a baseball cap at the door, holding a takeaway in one hand and raising the other hand, as if he was about to knock on the door.

Zhao Fan looked up and saw a pair of deep, clear eyes, with a sense of alienation and twinkling stars. Even though she had seen countless beauties, she was still amazed. "Sir, who are you looking for?"

The man looked past Zhao Fan and towards Meng Fu behind her.

Meng Fu leaned against the door frame, raised her head, and yawned lazily: "Go in by yourself."

The man must have been familiar with her room and went straight in.

After he went in, Zhao Fan stood on tiptoe and looked inside. "Who is he? What does he want from you?"

"The neighbor across the street." Meng Fu said indifferently.

Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu in confusion.

Less than three minutes after he went in, he came out again with a piece of paper in his hand.

Meng Fu glanced at the takeaway in his left hand: "Eating takeaway again? Be careful of eating flies."

The man paused after hearing this, looked at her for a long while, gritted his teeth and said, "You are still so vicious, it seems that you are very good."

After saying that, he walked quickly to the door opposite and opened it with the key.

The door closed with a bang.

The dust in front of Meng Fu's door was all blown away.

Zhao Fan groaned, and was very curious about Meng Fu's neighbor. He even developed an occupational disease. He took his suitcase and followed Meng Fu downstairs. "Why haven't I heard you mention such an excellent neighbor? I wonder if he is interested in entering the entertainment industry. Do you have his contact information?"

Meng Fu's hands were beautiful, thin and long. They were the most beautiful pair of hands Zhao Fan had ever seen.

When she was about to take the suitcase, Zhao Fan stopped her directly.

Subconsciously, I felt that these were a pair of artist's hands, not suitable for doing these things.

Meng Fu threw the beer bottle into the trash can next to the neighbor's door and replied indifferently: "Oh, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

“You’ll die.”

**

Half an hour later, Meng Fu arrived at the "Best Idol" training camp.

When passing by the training room corridor, the two heard someone talking in the blind spot of the camera at the staircase.

The voice was too soft for Zhao Fan to hear clearly, but Meng Fu looked towards the stairs thoughtfully.

"Isn't that Ding Liuyue?" After taking two more steps, Zhao Fan saw one of them clearly and spoke in surprise.

Ding Liuyue is in Meng Fu's group. She is average in popularity, but very talented and a creative contestant.

Meng Fu said "hmm" and retracted his gaze: "Let's go."

Zhao Fan didn't think much about it and helped Meng Fu move her box to the dormitory. Meng Fu went to find Chu Yue's training room by herself.

Chu Yue's team is all in the last training room.

When Meng Fu arrived, the other eight people were still training.

Everyone is training under the camera. The rule of survival here is to learn to find the camera, find topics for yourself, and work hard under the camera. Otherwise, no one will see your hard work.

Chu Yue saw Meng Fu coming and wiped the sweat off her head. She walked over and showed Meng Fu the dance she had learned the whole night. "Follow me first and ask me if you don't understand."

She has a high nose bridge, cool facial features, and is about 1.72 meters tall, which is the neutral beauty that is popular in the current circle.

Meng Fu took the phone and said, "Thank you."

Chu Yue nodded coolly, without saying anything more, turned around and returned to his original position to continue practicing.

Meng Fu didn't open her phone, she just leaned on the table and smiled lazily, "Hello."

Chu Yue stopped and looked at her sideways.

"Didn't you notice that there's one person missing from our group?" Meng Fu raised her hand, put her phone on the table, casually picked up a pen from the table, slowly and methodically tied up her long hair, and prepared to practice.

Chu Yue heard this and looked carefully at the people in the room. Ding Liuyue was missing. "Liuyue is playing a song. It's too noisy here. She can't calm down."

Meng Fu smiled, "I understand."

At one o'clock in the morning, there were still two people practicing in the training room.

Chu Yue stopped, took a sip of water, and discussed the details of the dance with the girl next to her. "My phone is still with Meng Fu. Come with me to the dormitory to get it."

The girl next to her is Wei Jin, a rapper. She is very good at rap, but her dancing ability is naturally weak and her popularity is average. She has been actively studying with Chu Yue.

Chu Yue and Meng Fu live in the same dormitory.

The dormitory door was not locked.

When they opened the door, they saw Meng Fu sitting on the ground in a split position, with her upper body pressed on her legs in a difficult manner, revealing a small part of her thin and white waist.

Seeing the two people coming back, she raised her eyes calmly, turned a page of the book, and greeted them: "Hi."

Wei Jin looked at her stiffly, "What are you doing?"

"Read a book and practice flexibility." Meng Fu kept his posture unchanged and calmly turned another page.

It looks like he reads very quickly.

Wei Jin dared to bet that in the entire training camp, no more than ten people could do Meng Fu's pose, unless they had learned dancing since elementary school.

**

The next morning, Meng Fu yawned and went to the cafeteria with Chu Yue.

Wei Jin had just entered the cafeteria. After last night, she had a good impression of Meng Fu. In terms of effort, she felt that she could not compare to Meng Fu. She knew that she was different from the rumors, so she came over with her bowl and sat with the two of them.

Seeing that Chu Yue seemed a little dazed, he couldn't help but ask another question.

Chu Yue paused, recalling the scene she saw when she woke up in the morning, and then said expressionlessly, "She slept in the splits last night."

Wei Jin was speechless for a moment. She looked at Meng Fu who was waiting for the fried eggs: "...Pervert, monster!"

"Fortunately, she is tone-deaf," Wei Jin poked the porridge, regaining some confidence. He looked up and saw Ding Liuyue who had just entered the cafeteria. He waved at her, "Liuyue, here!"

Ding Liuyue looked at them, pursed her lips, and walked over with toast and apples.

"Can't we let Meng Fu leave our team?" Ding Liuyue sat next to Wei Jin and looked at Chu Yue. "You know how important this performance is to us, right?"

Chu Yue has always been cold and doesn't talk much. She didn't explain at this time. She has a strong team spirit. Meng Fu is a member of her team, so they are one.

Meng Fu had finished making the fried eggs. She came over with some milk and sat next to Chu Yue.

As soon as she arrived, Ding Liuyue, who was speaking, stopped talking.

I don’t know if he was guarding against her or something else.

Meng Fu didn't care. She put her phone aside, took a bite of the fried egg, and looked at Ding Liuyue: "Where are you at in the song?"

Ding Liuyue ignored her.

Meng Fu swallowed the fried egg, not angry, smiling, her peach blossom eyes seemed to be misty: "What difficulties have you encountered? Tell me, I will help you fill them together."

help? Everyone in the entire training camp knew that Meng Fu couldn't even recognize all the musical notes, and Xi Nancheng was so angry with her that he lost his temper.

She helps, how can she help?

Ding Liuyue didn't even look at Meng Fu, and directly put away his plate, as if he didn't hear Meng Fu's words: "I'm leaving."