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Ivan's consciousness penetrated the space and carefully picked up the phone to observe. Although there was a spell, the vibration of the phone was clearly perceived by him. Several square fonts flashed in the center of the screen of the phone. Ivan did not recognize it. If it were Zhou Feng here, he would never dare to let the owner of this name wait on the other side of the phone for dozens of seconds. Usually, he would pick up the phone to confirm the name in three seconds, and then quickly answer the previous sentence: "Wife..."

That's right, it was Zhou Feng's "girlfriend" - Xia Jing who called. However, the relationship between this girlfriend and him did not seem to be as pure as Zhou Feng thought.

Simply put, usually on weekends, Zhou Feng always finds reasons to ask Xia Jing out, and Xia Jing may agree, maybe not. This depends on Zhou Feng's "sincerity".

Xia Jing is a master of this. Since entering university, she has been immersed in it for many years and has grasped the temperature of it for a long time. She is so perfect that she can't say that she is more than enough to deal with an ordinary person like Zhou Feng who is inexperienced. After about two months of "dating", Zhou Feng has become a grasshopper under her. When she wants to play, she will satisfy him, such as agreeing to his date, meeting his insignificant requirements, holding hands, etc., and inadvertently putting forward a "reasonable" requirement, such as a piece of clothing and a bottle of cosmetics...

If Zhou Feng cashes in before the next date, then continue the game. If not, then it will end.

Of course, Xia Jing knew Zhou Feng's financial ability very well. She also knew that when dealing with a working class like Zhou Feng who had just graduated not long ago, she could not "fish in the dry pond", so she always did very carefully. At least, before finding a larger "credit card", she didn't mind swiping Zhou Feng's small "meal card".

However, this time Xia Jing seemed to regret it. When we met last time, we exchanged our netbook with Zhou Feng's notebook, and rejected the other party's request to kiss him. Isn't it a bit too much? It's a bit contrary to his usual slap and give a sweet date. But in fact, it shouldn't be blamed for him, who asked him to ride a bicycle to school...

She knew that Zhou Feng had always liked to play games, and this laptop was also his greatest pleasure, but his netbook was really not good. He would get stuck when watching high-definition movies, and the standby time was still short...

It was already Sunday night, and Zhou Feng had not yet made an appointment with her. She commented in her heart, thinking about whether to call her or not, maybe she could consider satisfying the other party's "reasonable" request. After all, she hadn't been to the Western restaurant in the city center for a long time.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, Zhou Feng is still pretty good. He is a bit tall and handsome, and he is very concerned about her. Before the exam, he took leave to tutor her. If he could have a few more houses at home, he might not mind maintaining further relationships with him. Unfortunately, God has always been fair. Zhou Feng's parents are just ordinary workers, and they only have a two-bedroom and one living room of more than 80 square meters in a small city.

"Hey, Zhou Feng, it's me, are you listening?" In order to make the fast answering effect, Zhou Feng's phone used any button to answer the answer. Yifan just clicked the phone and answered it.

Now he is sure that this should be a "mechanical" for speaking and should not be threatening, but for caution, he decided to observe first. He can clearly judge what questions the other party should be asking himself. Usually, he will use a universal answer method with a relatively high success rate.

"Um."

"Are you still angry at me? OK, I was actually joking last time. Actually, I didn't want your broken computer. I just wanted to try how much you like me? You won't be so stingy."

"Zhou Feng, are you listening? Talk..."

"I'm angry if you do this again..."

"If you have the ability, don't call me!"

Ivan did not answer because he couldn't understand what the other party was saying. In fact, while Xia Jing was speaking, he had been studying how the mobile phone worked.

Ivan tried to touch the mobile phone with his consciousness, but he got nothing. The mobile phone had no soul. His conscious exploration and consciousness conveying spells did not work. He could feel a strange wave connection between the mobile phone and a tall tower not far outside the window. Then the tower spreads this wave further in a line. This is a communication method that he had never contacted before, so he got nothing.

He can only choose to remain silent.

Silence finally exhausted Xia Jing's little patience. With a "beep", Xia Jing finally hung up the phone. The call time was 52 seconds. Yifan could already understand the timing of this world during the game. There were three numbers, and the last two were in 60. The smallest number probably represents the time of a heartbeat.

It can be heard that the person who was talking on the phone was a little angry because he could not get a response. He guessed that the relationship between the man and "he" was a brother and sister? wife? Will he come to find him and will he expose his existence...

But in the end he ignored it too much. This world was too strange to him. He had to understand the world as soon as possible, integrate into the world, or, if possible, control the world.

Half an hour later, "Zhou Feng" confirmed that he was ready. After putting countless defensive spells on himself and putting a space mark on his residence, the next second, his figure appeared in the center of the city several kilometers away.

In his nearly thousand years of mage career, Ivan has never seen such a prosperous and incredible city. Unlike what I see elsewhere, the middle of the street is ordinary "mechanical". Through the eyes of space, he clearly sees how the engine in the center of the car works, the cylinders are back and forth, the fuel is burned, pushing the cylinders, and exhausted. And the car, of course, Ivan does not know the term "car", and drove away lightly before a burst of blue smoke.

There was no magic fluctuation, but the whole process was even more fascinating than magic. Ivan could not describe his current feeling, just like when he saw magic for the first time, the world seemed to open a door in his heart, and he could feel his heart excited and beating, just like he knew for the first time that there was magic in this world. His biggest feeling now was that the world could still be so wonderful.

He always thought that there was nothing magic in the world except magic. However, when he saw countless vehicles of all sizes running in front of him, countless towering buildings around him, the streets were brightly lit and the pedestrians were bustling. For the first time, he saw such a prosperous and magical city. For a moment, he had always been very sensitive to observation and felt overwhelmed.

But it is a bit regrettable that among the things he came into contact with, there was not a single magical fluctuation, which seemed to be just a world created by civilians. Thinking of this, he sincerely admired this world - the people in this world are really great.

With this appreciation and admiration, Ivan wandered in the bustling streets and saw many shops entering, and followed him in to check it out. Soon, he understood many places, snack bars, supermarkets, Internet cafes, gift shops, etc., and also learned from their behavior that the paper in "my own wallet" is the currency of this world.

As for the currency in his wallet, he carefully calculated. If he bought all the food, it would be enough for him to eat for several months. Of course, he calculated this way in front of bulk rice in the supermarket. However, according to his experience, the civilians of this era should be very happy. They have specialized entertainment machinery at home and have the remaining money to buy food for several months. They must be very happy.

However, his judgment was hit by a certain impact when passing an underground passage. At the corner of the entrance of the underground passage, he saw an old man sitting on the ground with a billboard on his back, wearing shabby clothes and holding a broken enamel bowl in his hand. His hair was white and messy, and his eyes were numb. Whenever someone passed by, he would symbolically shake the coins in the bowl, forming a shuttle, and most of them walked straight over. It seemed that he had become accustomed to this phenomenon. Occasionally, when someone touched his pocket and took out a few coins, he would throw them into the bowl. At this time, the old man's eyes seemed to have some energy and would grin at the person who gave the money, whether it was because of gratitude or happiness.

It seems that no matter what era it is, there are always beggars. Ivan thought that there was never fairness in the world.

The night gradually became deeper, and the pedestrians on the street began to become sparse. The old beggar finally counted his "income" today, carefully put it in his pocket of his underwear, and then he stood up and prepared to walk back to where he was sleeping. At this time, the underground passage was empty. The old beggar only felt that the eyes were dark, and his whole person suddenly disappeared in the passage. In the darkness, the old beggar heard a strange man saying to him: "Conscious search."

Lao Qian had never heard of such words. He could be sure that it was definitely not Chinese or American or Soviet. Apart from that, Lao Qian knew nothing about other languages. But strangely, he could actually understand this strange language very accurately, just like he seemed to have said such words in his previous life, but he had no time to think about it again, because the person who spoke said two other words to him: "Memories."

This time, he spoke in Chinese and even had a bit of Henan accent. Lao Qian was from Henan, which made him feel inexplicably intimate. Later, Lao Qian began to recall his life uncontrollably. When he was a child, his family was poor. He heard from his parents that he had been fighting wars after he was born. His parents used to be tenants of the Wang Caizhu family. After liberation, they divided the fields and beat Americans...

When Lao Qian woke up again, he found that he was already lying in his small "shed". But how did he come back, he couldn't remember it. However, he had a very strange dream yesterday. Hey, he is getting older, and he likes to talk about the past more and more. Lao Qian looked up at the weather outside. It was dark clouds. It seemed that it was going to rain. It was definitely not bad to go to the subway station business in this weather. I brought a few more umbrellas. The price was cheaper, and maybe I could make some money...
Chapter completed!