Zhang He always felt that she had picked up Lanze back then.

Three and a half years ago, the first time Sister Hehua met Xiaolan was outside a nightclub in a downtown area.

It was late at night, Lan Ze carried his schoolbag and wandered outside the door several times, but did not come in.

It was a shop opened by Goblin's mother, and Lan Ze just came to see Goblin. He had never known that a place like this where drinking and listening to music required a ticket to enter. So, he was blocked from the door.

It's easy to buy a ticket to get in, but it's not easy to explain the cost to the university's academic advisor afterwards.

He knew that the goblin was inside and had made good contact with him before he came. When he arrived at the door, he could not receive any response from the goblin.

What's blocking him is more than just a ticket. What's more, it's inner concerns. For example, the goblin is probably training someone.

Zhang He was on vacation on the ground. When she came out, she was only wearing a joint winter uniform and no title badge. She looked at the children wandering on the street and saw that they were good children who did not belong here. She couldn't help but stepped forward and asked him

Stopped.

"Never been here?"

The boy shook his head.

"Want to go in?"

The boy nodded.

"Sister, will I take you in to play?"

"Forget it."

"Why forget it? Don't you want to go in and see it?"

"Actually, I just want to find someone. Besides, do you have anything useful to know?"

"Well, that makes sense." Zhang He patted the boy on the shoulder familiarly. "If you have any insight, you can judge for yourself."

So, Lan Ze followed the strange older sister into the nightclub and walked around.

Of course, no goblin was found. They couldn't get into the back part of the store. The staff guarded the door. Telling the goblin's name might work, but if he was really there, he would be asking for trouble.

Speaking of which, in the nightclub, there were really not many people in the ht joint. It was almost as if the venue was reserved. Under the dim light, guests gathered in groups, and there were acquaintances of Sister Zhang He everywhere.

I don’t know what psychology these people have, they come back to the ground from the sky to take a vacation. They usually spend as much time as they want, regardless of gender, age or child. They are all like wild dogs having fun. The federation doesn’t care. Of course, if they go too far,

Literally: Illegal crimes are under the control of local public prosecutors and law; if you abuse contraband expressly prohibited by the consortium, such as alcohol and pseudoephedrine, without a doctor's prescription, the consortium's system is not a decoration.

The system of prohibiting alcohol is related to race. Ethnic groups originating from North and East Asia generally have very poor tolerance to alcohol. This is caused by genetic defects.

If only a few people carry a genetic defect, it can be called a genetic disease. However, in fact, most people in North and East Asia are carriers of the genetic defect, which can only be called a racial trait.

The Federation does not prohibit alcohol, but it only stipulates that alcohol above a certain dose for internal or external use must be accompanied by a valid prescription signed by a doctor and stamped by the hospital for various ethnic groups in North and East Asia.

If this kind of thing is called racial discrimination, we don’t know whether the people being discriminated against are North Asians, East Asians, or non-North Asians, non-East Asians. No matter when and where, there are always people who make things happen. Some people love

The foreign devils who caused trouble brought the issue of racial discrimination on alcohol and brought trouble to the Federation. This was too difficult for them: they still couldn't explain clearly who the Federation was discriminating against by banning alcohol for North and East Asians.

Speaking of racial defects, North Asians, East Asians, Southeast Asians, Pacific Islands and Oceania aborigines also have another common genetic defect: a low sugar tolerance threshold. This means that a person who loves to eat and works hard to eat

For people who eat rice, rice noodles, noodles, jelly, vermicelli, porridge, lotus root starch, steamed buns, and bread, the main component of starch is a type of polysaccharide. Unfortunately, if you are one of these races, you will not be able to eat it until you are healthy.

A fat man has already developed diabetes.

So what can be done? The racial talent of these races in cultivating fat people is really... incompetent.

Innate genes not only determine advantages and what a person looks like, but also determine what kind of defects are forcibly endowed by nature.

Is it easy for Lan Ze to maintain the body shape of a fat man? His talent is not friendly at all: not only is it determined by racial talent, but his sugar tolerance threshold is low; and I don’t know if it is the inheritance of his mother, Teacher Bai, or Mr. Lan, but he eats more food

Prioritize growing muscles. It’s useless for him to grow muscles! He is just a scholar, and designing microorganisms essentially depends on brains. Humanity is no longer in the cold weapon age.

No, no, it can’t be said that muscles are completely useless.

At least a few years ago, Lan Ze was several years younger than he is now, and weighed about a hundred pounds less. Although his face looked a bit childish, his low body fat percentage made his body tall and straight, and his face was still pretty.

handsome.

As for the face... I just want the light to be darker.

The lights in the nightclub are dim, so you can only see clearly if you get closer, so it's very troublesome to find people.

Lan Ze walked carefully around the nightclub. The performance hadn't started yet, and there were no people on the dance floor in front of the stage. In the bright spot on the stage, there was a girl with a very slippery tongue, leaning against the railing, adjusting the sound and telling cold jokes to warm up the show.

.

He looked at people everywhere, and people at tables in the hall also turned to look at him.

Under the spotlight, the thick-skinned person walked over as if nothing had happened; people kept saying hello to Sister Zhang behind him, so he had to tell whether someone really knew him.

After turning around, Lan Ze didn't see the goblin himself. Although he had expected it, he was still a little disappointed. He went out directly from the entrance.

Unexpectedly, Sister Zhang He also came out.

"The person I'm looking for is not here." Lan Ze smiled sheepishly at Sister Zhang He.

"Yeah. I can tell." Zhang He didn't want to go back to the nightclub. "You are a student, right? How about I take you back?"

"Uh..." It has already been dark. If you are really a child, it is certainly wrong to wander around.

"I'll take the subway by myself later. The next one will probably be..." The projection on his wristband showed that the next subway was at midnight. "One hour and forty-two minutes."

"Come on, let's call a car to take you there."

"No! Don't!" Lan Ze promptly stopped Sister Zhang He from calling for a taxi. "There are many means of transportation that I can't take."

"Ah? Why?"

"Can I say it's personal privacy?" Lan Ze wouldn't say that. Since he turned twenty and became an adult, he has fallen into a huge pit.

The "significant and valuable mutation" he carries requires him to live without risk and requires a relatively high safety level for transportation vehicles.

For land transportation, he can only take the one with the highest safety level with a speed of less than 800 kilometers per hour. Therefore, he can take ordinary public transportation, such as the subway, which is suitable for the elderly, weak, women and children, but he cannot take most passenger express trains. Rent a car
Chapter completed!