MTL - I’m Really a Superstar-Chapter 15 [Open the treasure chest again! 】

weekend.

Corner door, rented in the room.

Zhang Wei’s break today, “Deep Night Ghost Story” is a non-stop program for a week, but he recorded it in advance on the six-day and two-day program. There is a female assistant Xiaofang to toss and deliver, and Zhang Wei can also sleep a little late. After sleeping until ten o'clock, I just got up from the bed and got up. The first thing is to open the game ring and check the results of these five days. The reputation is worth 100,000. In addition to the first program, it has risen 10,000, and the second period has risen. Less than a few, the remaining programs are rising to 220,000. Every day, watching the reputation points, the Zhang Hao is extremely satisfied.

The number of points is enough, and the draw can be won again.

Zhang Wei did not hesitate to spend 100,000 prestige points to open the lottery option. "This time I don't ask for a special class. Give me a property class or skill class. I have won the lottery twice. I haven't seen any other categories yet. What is it!"

Click to shake!

The pointer flies!

Attribute class...special class...skill class...

The pointer slowed down, and it continued to pass through in these areas. When it was about to stop in the skill class, it suddenly moved slightly and did not keep it!

Just a little bit!

Got, still consume class!

Zhang Wei recognized, took out the treasure chest (small) and opened the lid, a transparent small cork bottle appeared in the box!

[Invisible Potion]: Stealth effect after drinking, lasting for five minutes.

After reading the game ring for the introduction of the item, Zhang Wei can optionally put the potion bottle into the ring, the item bar is equivalent to a space storage bag. He is obviously not very satisfied with the items drawn from the lottery. Why should I use this? Going to the women's room to peek? Don't tease, Zhang Wei has always been a gentleman, not doing that kind of anecdote, even thinking about it. In addition, the time limit is only five minutes, enough to see what!

Outside the door, some noise came.

After Zhang Yu washes, he opens the door and looks out. A bunch of tenants are stuck in the corridor.

"The aunt of the landlord, the house is already expensive enough, how do you still raise the price?" A college student was angry.

"Yeah, this still makes us not live, you are exploiting!" A white-collar woman shouted.

Standing in the middle of the body, Rao Aimin’s face is not close to human feelings. He blinked and yelled at the crowd: “Now the house is so expensive, everyone is raising prices. You think that I am driving a charity. If you can’t afford it, don’t live, some people. Renting a house, hey, the long-term affair with me? You, Xiao Zhao, when you owed money to someone to catch up with the debt, who borrowed your money to help you pay? And you, Xiao Xue, your tuition last year Not enough, who will help you pay?"

The college student suddenly lost his temper and whispered: "I don't have you all."

Rao Aimin glared at the beautiful eyes: "Is it finished? I forgot all of your good? Ah? One by one, I will not give it to me!"

A lot of people did not say anything, and returned to the room silently.

Other tenants who have not been helped by the landlord's aunt are still resisting the price increase, but they have all been turned back by Rao Aimin. She has a lot of poison, and most people say she!

People have withdrawn, Rao Aimin glanced at Zhang Wei, "Hey, Xiao Zhang, come over!"

Zhang Wei wanted to hide too late, but she had no choice but to go to her home with Rao Aimin.

On the door, Rao Aimin took a slipper on the living room coffee table and wrote a cultural newspaper with a small circulation. He opened a version in the middle corner. "I saw it by chance when I bought the newspaper in the morning. OK, your boy still She reported it." She shivered the newspaper, yin and yang whispered: "Recently, the Beijing Radio Station literary frequency "Deep Night Ghost Story" broadcast a story called "Ghost Blowing Light", which has aroused the enthusiastic attention of the audience within a certain scope. It also created a listening history record of the late-night program of the frequency, which has achieved great success, and even faintly broke the monopoly of the physical publishing and the network serial form on the spiritual novel. According to this reporter, this story is actually the program DJ Zhang.烨 original works, so the success of the show is also not replicable."

Zhang Wei was also the first time to know that he had reported it, and quickly went forward, "I will see."

"Although the newspaper is not issued very much, the layout is a bit biased, but it is still good. Just got into the radio and has this result?" Just took him a sentence, Rao Aimin will sit down with his legs and the topic will move quickly. "What do you rent?" When you can't pay, you can give me housework and pay debts, and the house should be cleaned up!"

Turning your face is faster than flipping a book!

Zhang said: "Auntie, you see that I am also in the newspaper now. I am a person with identity and fans. Can I..."

Rao Aimin refused to let him finish. "What is your identity? You are now a debtor!"

Zhang Wei bargained and said: "I can do housework for you, but I have to take care of me at noon." He can't afford instant noodles.

Rao Aiming squinted at him, "I also asked for a request?"

Zhang Wei called the bitterness: "I haven't finished yet at lunch. I can't do anything if I don't have enough."

Rao Aimin was obviously reluctant, and went to the kitchen to look for it. At the end, she took out a bag of buns packed in plastic bags. "That's it! Just bought it in the morning!"

Zhang Wei is also welcome. He will eat it when he is hungry and does not heat it.

Rao Aimin said: "I know that I have eaten, I have never eaten in my life? But I tell you, eating buns can be dead!"

Zhang Hao has eaten two in a blink of an eye, and heard the words: "Can you eat a bun?"

"I lied to you what to do, just a resident of our building. Last year, I didn't die because of eating buns. Who knows nothing about this!" Rao Aimin recalled.

Last year, someone was really dead. Although Zhang Wei was not there at the time, but after listening to it, he heard an ear. He immediately scared him. In the world, he had Sudan red, ditch oil, melamine, food. Hygiene is a problem. Zhang Wei has long been a bird of surprise. Now I heard that some people around him have eaten buns and eaten dead. Of course, he is a pale face. He retched a few times and wanted to spit out the buns, but he did not succeed for a long time. Zhang Huan felt that he was going to die. He hurriedly said, "How did the man die? Is it miserable?"

Rao Aimin bounced a little dust on the beautiful legs and sighed: "It’s terrible, it’s too bad. He went out to buy a steamed buzzer that day, and he killed him in a big truck on the road!"

"Crashing?" Zhang Hao almost fainted. "What does this have to do with eating buns?"

"I didn't say anything about it." Rao Aimin was eating and eating, obviously it was a playful thing.

Zhang Wei: "..."

Rao Aimin was in a good mood, laughing and taking a shot of Zhang's head. "I have a kid, and after I finish eating, I will return to the house. The bath water will also help me put it on, and the old lady will take a bath."

A smile, a thousand styles!

It’s a woman who is full of femininity!

Although Rao Aimin often plays jokes, temper, old age, moody, cold, love for money, mouth is poisonous, but still can not restrain Zhang Hao's goodwill on the instinct of Rao.

Because she is so beautiful!

Zhang Wei dreams of marrying such a beautiful woman as a wife!

Oh, but it’s useless to think about it. What about a beautiful wife? I have been watching for a long time and I am used to it. I have nothing to look at. how? Do not believe? Let's take an example. Whoever looks at his wife before marriage is not beautiful, love, love, and love? After you have been married for seven years, you will see it again. If you can talk to your wife for more than a minute every day, you will find your relationship with your conscience! Well, of course, if you are really indignant and screaming "Far fart, even if I have been fifty years and five hundred years, I feel that my wife looks beautiful and spends the best in the world." Well, I don't have to ask if you ask - you My wife must be reading a book with you next to me!