I Don’t Want To Be Popular Chapter 112: Horse riding on a flying swallow

This is the only major auto show before the New Year, so many people come.

There is also a stage performance outside the exhibition center, and a rock band sings on it:

"People without culture are not sad

I don't want to die in failure and loneliness

I don't want to live underground all the time

He won't be sad

He won't be sad

…”

Zhou Mu and Cui Jiaming are also self-proclaimed rock and roll youths, and they were immediately attracted, and followed some young people in the audience waving and shouting.

This song Chen Chuan also knows that people without ideals are not sad.

Looking for a space with few people, Chen Chuan stopped far away.

Suddenly, a buddy next to him took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a sip and commented: "Without culture, there will be no ideals, without ideals, there will be no ideas, without ideas, there will be no desires, without desires, there will be no sadness ."

Chen Chuan looked left and right, there were only himself and this buddy around.

"Did you tell me?" Chen Chuan asked.

"Yes." The buddy handed Chen Chuan a cigarette case, Chen Chuan took one, and the man lit it with a lighter.

The two smoked cigarettes together.

"Thank you." Chen Chuan said.

That's how people who smoke are. A cigarette will shorten the distance, and then listening to the band's rock music together and chatting a few words is half a friend.

Listening to this buddy chatting, Chen Chuan suddenly said: "I was puzzled and puzzled before, the title of the song is that people without ideals are not sad, why is it that people without culture are not sad?"

"Yes, as I said just now, culture, ideals, ideas, desires. Without desire, there is no sadness." The buddy exhaled a cigarette, "Who doesn't have desire? Look at this person coming and going. , There are so many beautiful women, and looking at the luxury cars in the exhibition hall, it is really immoral to sing this song in such a place where beautiful cars and beautiful women gather."

"Haha, why do I feel that saying no culture is more like swearing." Chen Chuan said with a smile, "Maybe you don't need to be pretentious in many cases, just follow the sound and it's over."

"Agreed, these interpretations are also for us to interpret when we have nothing to do. The song is good and it's over." The buddy also said.

After chatting a few more times, Chen Chuan felt that he was quite attached to this guy. This guy is about 187 centimeters tall, a few centimeters taller than Chen Chuan. He also wears bright clothes and has a meticulous hairstyle, giving him a calm and capable feeling.

The two were chatting when a girl suddenly shouted: "Hey, where is my cell phone, where is my cell phone?"

The girl looked panicked, rubbed her body and shouted, "I lost my phone, there are thieves! There are thieves!"

This was the first time Chen Chuan encountered such a situation. He wanted to help, but he didn't know how to help, so he quickly looked around to see if anyone was suspicious.

The buddy of 187 next to him suddenly shouted: "Hi! The grandson who stole the phone, see you, don't run!"

His voice was loud enough, like a thunder in the flat ground, which shocked Chen Chuan next to him, and almost dropped his cigarette.

In the crowd, a young man wearing pencil pants with an airplane nose suddenly quickened his pace.

Chen Chuan pointed his hand, and the buddy next to him had a good heart and rushed over, chasing after the pencil pants.

Only then did Chen Chuan understand that this buddy used a trick of "frying Hu", and he really exploded with a guilty conscience.

Whoosh whoosh!

That buddy can run very fast. He is a big 187 with long legs.

The young man in pencil pants was about to be overtaken, but ran behind a motorcycle and got on the motorcycle.

Boom boom boom!

The motorcycle started and sped out.

Although that guy ran fast, he got on a motorcycle and could only watch the motorcycle get further and further away.

"Grass, stop for me!" the buddy shouted as he ran.

When Chen Chuan saw this situation, he pushed aside the crowd and took a short cut. A run-up suddenly started, and the blood of the spirit fruit quenching fruit such as [Body Tempering Zhuguo] burst into action in his body, and every cell was running. When he got up, the beating of his mighty heart suddenly accelerated, sending a steady stream of huge energy to his limbs.

Swoosh!

He was wearing a white sports suit. At this moment, he went from extremely quiet to extremely moving, like a white horse training, and he stepped out seven or eight meters.

Swoosh!

One jumped high, crossed the green belt as high as one meter five, and jumped to the main road.

The people next to him could only see a white figure passing by, and they couldn't see Chen Chuan's face at all.

Swish!

Cross the crowd, cross the green belt, jump on the small stone pier, and step on a shared bicycle parked by the roadside, the next step, shuh! Jump on the roof of a car at once.

Only then did the people next to them exclaimed collectively, and only then did they realize that this white figure of "Swish" turned out to be something.

It turned out to be a person.

"[Parkour Master] skill activated!" Chen Chuan flashed this message in his mind.

Chen Chuan is like a white civet cat that is as fast as lightning. With every step, he steps out seven or eight meters, crosses many obstacles, comes first, jumps high from the roof of the car, takes a kick, and gallops to the side. Kick past the motorcycle!

Boom!

This kick directly kicked the motorcycle, even the person and the car, and flew into the green belt.

The driver in the car was wearing a young man with pencil pants, and the two little people carried one end into the holly pile.

The buddy who smoked with Chen Chuan also ran over, grabbed his pencil pants, and slapped his face: "I told you to run, and run!"

A pink fruit phone fell out of the pocket of the pencil pants, still a fruit X.

"The thief caught it, whose cell phone is it?" The big man of 187 asked the people around him.

In the distance, a little girl ran over and panted, "My, my."

Big 187 grabbed the collar of the thief in pencil pants and shouted, "In order not to wrong you~IndoMTL.com~ I ask you, what is the password?"

He put the phone in front of the thief, did not trigger the face unlock, and asked the thief for the password.

The thief was kicked up by Chen Chuan. He was out of breath, his face was gray, and he only covered his push and mourned.

The big 187 asked the little girl again: "Be careful, I have to ask you for your mobile phone password."

"950708, my birthday." The little girl pointed at the phone and shouted, "The screensaver is a yellow Pikachu, that's my phone."

At this time, the uncle of the policeman who was on patrol also came. The 187 man, the two thieves, and the mobile phone were all handed over to the policeman.

The little girl also went with the police.

Big 187 patted Chen Chuan on the shoulder and said in surprise, "Okay, you, I'm a sports practitioner, but I don't have the skills you have? Dun, stepping on a bicycle and jumping on the roof of the car is so handsome."

Chen Chuan also said: "You have to be smart enough to scare the thief out of the thief."

The two smiled at each other, and they worked together to catch the two thieves.

The police came over and saluted: "Two classmates, thank you for your bravery. What's your name?"

Chen Chuan and Big 187 laughed at the same time, and said in unison: "Do good things without leaving your name."

The girl who retrieved her phone also came to thank her.

Only the owner of the car looked at the shoe print on the roof of her car with a confused look. There was an obvious indentation there. She got out of the car and took off her sunglasses. Did you dent my roof?"

Chen Chuan went over and saw that sure enough, the originally beautiful white Audi A4L was dented by his own "horse stepping on a flying swallow".