Chapter 59 I'm Here to Eat

Mu Fan didn't notice that someone was already watching him.

There were three to four hundred people in the banquet hall, it was too difficult to get others to notice one person, but Mu Fan managed to do it.

There is silence in Mu Fan's headset now, and Hei has stopped talking. As a strange intelligent life, it has no face, but it has noticed through the monitoring in the hall that more than ten people have been staring at that brat who eats everything, and there is even a tendency to spread more and more. Because the empty plates on his right were piling up at a rate of two per minute, and the most important thing was that the person involved was still blindly stuffing them into his mouth.

The six plates of bread and butter were gone, and now he had his eye on the sponge cake. The buttered bread was still in the mouth, and the sponge cake couldn't be stuffed in, so everyone saw the boy tamp it in with his hands, and he squeezed it in abruptly. At this moment, the hearts of the viewers almost collapsed.

Before Hei wanted to simulate the emotions of the client so that he could experience Mu Fan's mental state, after he collected all the parameters, he found that the simulation program crashed at 60%... His own host's face cannot be copied.

As a great intelligent life from a parallel universe, Hei felt admiration for the host for the first time. At this moment, in the world of PO Battle.net, the metal silver ball of Hei's virtual avatar is flying in a state exceeding the speed of sound. The fighting room of Base 341 ejected in four directions.

"It's too embarrassing for Mr. Hei!"

"Too outrageous!"

"I want to vent."

In the dark night, a pair of dark green eyes swayed left and right following Hei's trajectory, and from time to time he drew out a stick and hit it, Hei's ejection became more violent.

"It's such a happy thing to eat some food, I miss my life so much." The vicissitudes of life sighed, but the movements of his hands did not slow down at all.

"Don't get me wrong, you are still talking for that kid, now you don't feel hungry at all, what are you eating!" Hei said angrily, his only comrade-in-arms was not on the same front as it.

"You don't understand." The fighter smacked his lips, the green light in his hand was shining brightly, and the black even showed a row of phantoms under the sudden doubling of blows.

"Old-dong-xi!" Hei's voice was so simple that it took three seconds to finish speaking...

...

How many discs is this? I no longer know.

Mu Fan picked up another plate of peeled frost melon and stuffed it into his mouth, the previous sponge cake was finally squeezed into his stomach.

Huh? The taste of this fruit is also good, not inferior to Miluo. Seeing the word "Frost Melon" written on the label beside it, Mu Fan hurriedly wrote down the name by heart.

He wanted to laugh a few times, but found that he could only hum, so Mu Fan gave up and narrowed his eyes comfortably. Then, when he paused for a moment, he noticed that there were already a circle of people around. This group of people did not have their eyes on the food on the table, but were all staring at his mouth and the twenty plates at hand. .

Um, was it discovered that I ate too much? Didn't it mean to enjoy it to the fullest? I also listened to the speech of the fat man's father before.

That would be stealing your food, Mu Fan reluctantly withdrew his eyes from the plate of Black Forest cake, pouted his lips, and was about to turn around and dodge people.

Behind the same row of dull eyes, Mu Fan and a group of people stared wide-eyed.

The fat man stood beside a tall, thin young man with a pale complexion, with his round eyes open. Both of them stared at him with the expression of seeing an alien beast.

Gudoo! A row of people opposite Mu Fan swallowed their saliva in unison.

Mu Fan also swallowed quietly, it seemed wrong to have so many people staring at him, but didn't he agree to eat whatever he wanted! How do you say that if you don't admit it, you don't admit it, you are still not a friend!

Mu Fan looked at Fatty angrily, that's right, it was the poor Fatty, because this was a dinner party at Fatty's house, because Fatty also looked at him.

The fat man moved his mouth, and just about to speak, he heard someone speak, with a voice full of surprise: "This, isn't this the tailor of Yizhisha?"

What? The fat man was confused, since when did Mu Fan become a tailor. No, I didn't prepare this suit for him. His suit really looks like a tailor's uniform.

Kang Luo opened his mouth, clapped his hands, and stared at the girls who were not far away from the corner of his eyes, and raised his voice intentionally: "Fatty, anyone can come to your dinner party." Ah, tsk tsk." This time, even the few people who didn't express their attitude before were a little unhappy. No matter how low the status is in this circle, they belong to the same level. The grade has been lowered several notches.

A girl who came over also stared at Mu Fan: "Didn't you meet Yizhisha's tailor before? Why did you come here?"

Mu Fan saw that it was the man and woman who had seen at the second door before, and now they both looked at him with the same eyes. Thinking of what he said casually at that time, the honest Mu Fan felt a little embarrassed.

Scratching his head, he said to the fat man, "Harry."

Everyone turned their eyes curiously again, focusing on Fatty's face. Could this be Fatty Harry's tailor?

Sweating profusely, Fatty finally had a chance to speak at this moment. In his heart this time, he was trampled by a whole herd of yaks. You came to say hello, now you will inevitably be ridiculed by a group of people, and when it's over, you will be seen by Mu Fan as a cowardly and cowardly side.

Kang Luo sighed, and patted the fat man's shoulder vigorously, his tone was full of admiration but he mocked: "Fat man, I can't see it, your tailor can eat better than you, it really is that people are divided into groups, it seems that we will have to get along with each other in the future." You have drawn a clear line. We can’t be lowered by a group of foodies.” The last sentence was said with a smile to the people around him, and it attracted many echoes after he finished speaking.

Damn it, the fat man clenched his fists, his face flushed, but it wasn't because he was being laughed at, he was used to it anyway. Even laughing at his only friend, this fat man really couldn't take it anymore.

"This is Mu Fan! My good friend, not a tailor! Can you stop surrounding him?" Fatty summoned up his courage and said loudly to a group of people.

The movement here has attracted many people nearby to watch, and now the group of teenagers have noticed the whispering from time to time. Conro, who didn't pay much attention to the matter, clapped his hands in surprise. Wayne was not there. , he doesn't have to give anyone face.

"Oh? Our fat man actually speaks so hard."

"Yo, fat man, you actually have friends, hahahaha." Fleming's narrowed eyes were full of contempt, and a fat man would not be called a fat man if he had backbone.

"Fatty, why is your friend wearing the clothes of a tailor? Didn't you change him as a friend? That's what you call a friend. I said boy, if a fat man is so rich, he won't give you a change of clothes, he said Don’t take you seriously as a friend~~hahaha.” Another boy in a purple shirt said halfway and turned to Mu Fan with a smile.

"What are you here for?" Kang Luo stopped smiling, raised his chin, and motioned for Mu Fan to answer.

Mu Fan's eyes turned slightly, and he saw Fatty's flushed face defending himself, put away the expression on his face, and said lightly, "Nothing."

Then, without waiting for the people at the side to question his tone, he raised his head slightly, half-closed his eyes, looked at the tall, pale-skinned man in front of him, and said word by word.

"I'm here to eat."