Chapter 3: Ability extraction in progress, Chen Fan wants to defy the heavens

"Huh? Sorry!" Chen Fan hurriedly let go of Yang Chuchu's foot, looking embarrassed.

"Haha! Student Yang, you are already out of danger, so I'll go first!" Chen Fan prepared to leave after the matter was done, hiding his merit and fame. After all, if he didn't leave, what if he was mistaken for a pervert?

"Se... senior, wait a moment!" Yang Chuchu called out to stop him.

"This classmate, do you have anything else?" Chen Fan pretended to be serious, turned his head and smiled indifferently, fully displaying the sunny and cheerful nature of a big boy.

Yang Chuchu said pitifully: "Senior, I don't dare to walk this road alone. Can you send me to the intersection ahead?"

"Huh? This..." Chen Fan hesitated for a moment. He was anxious to start the ability lottery.

But seeing Yang Chuchu's pure little face full of panic, his sympathy flooded.

"Damn this sympathy! Damn this protective desire!" After Chen Fan complained to himself in his heart, he looked at this peerless face and said: "I happen to be going the same way, so let's go together!"

"Thank you, senior!" Yang Chuchu was suddenly happy, hurriedly put on her shoes, and followed with a small run.

"Senior, my name is Yang Chuchu, from Class 2, Grade 10, Qingcheng No. 3 Middle School. How about you?" Yang Chuchu's little face was still a bit red, but the sky had gradually darkened, making it hard to see clearly.

"Me? My name is Chen Fan, the 'Fan' of mortal, Class 6, Grade 12." Chen Fan answered indifferently.

"Grade 12!" Yang Chuchu's tone carried a bit of disappointment. The reason was nothing else; in another week, the college entrance examination would be here. By then, she might not be able to see this warm-hearted senior who saved her from fire and water.

"Student Yang, this small path is relatively dangerous. Generally, very few girls walk here!" Chen Fan kindly reminded.

"I didn't know that. Before, my dad's driver would come to the school gate to pick me up. Today he was delayed by something urgent, and I originally planned to walk a section of the road by myself..."

Yang Chuchu thought of the experience just now and felt a bit lingering fear, unconsciously leaning toward Chen Fan's side.

"Senior, you are really a good person!" Yang Chuchu muttered in a low voice.

"Uh, what is all this... Miss, please have some self-respect!" Chen Fan was speechless in his heart.

A few minutes later, the two walked out of this small path and arrived at an intersection. A Bentley soon drove over and stopped in front of the two.

A lean man in his thirties quickly got out of the car and came to Yang Chuchu: "Miss, I'm late."

"This person is definitely an ability user above Tier 2!" Chen Fan was surprised in his heart. He had seen many ability users, and this person's aura far exceeded that of ordinary ability users.

After Yang Chuchu saw the person, her nose felt sour, and tears slid down her exquisite face: "Uncle Qian, you finally came. I was almost bullied, wuwuwu!"

"Who is so bold?"

The person called Uncle Qian revealed an angry look, looked at Chen Fan and said coldly: "Is it this kid?"

Chen Fan's hair stood on end, and he had a feeling of being stared at by a fierce tiger, as if as long as Yang Chuchu nodded, the next moment he would be split into two by this person.

"Uncle Qian, it's not the senior!" Yang Chuchu hurriedly blocked in front of Chen Fan and told this person about her experience of encountering danger.

After hearing this, the man surnamed Qian was suddenly furious: "Miss, don't worry, I will send people to find those few hoodlums and leave them a profound lesson!"

After saying this, this person glanced at Chen Fan indifferently, and then urged: "Miss, get in the car, we should go!"

Yang Chuchu turned her head and said goodbye to Chen Fan with reluctance.

Until the Bentley in front disappeared, Chen Fan took back his gaze.

This Uncle Qian's feeling toward him was wrong. When this person was listening to Yang Chuchu's account of the danger, although his face showed an angry expression, his eyes were always calm. This didn't look like the performance of someone who truly cared about Yang Chuchu.

Chen Fan couldn't figure out the reason, but soon threw this matter to the back of his mind, because he couldn't wait to conduct the ability lottery!

"System, can I start the ability lottery now?" Chen Fan asked.

An electronic prompt sounded: "Host, please note, after extracting the ability, the ability infusion will cause the host's body to fall into half an hour of stiffness. During this period, the host will be unable to move a single bit. May I ask if the host wants to start the lottery now!"

"Uh... then definitely don't extract!" Hearing this, Chen Fan hurriedly ran all the way, hurrying in the direction of home.

Ten-plus minutes later, Chen Fan rushed home. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a little girl as exquisite as a porcelain doll.

This was his eight-year-old sister, Chen Tongtong.

Chen Tongtong moved her short legs, circled around him, and then looked disappointed, her face full of grievances: "Brother, didn't you promise to buy fried chicken for Tongtong this morning?"

"So this is my sister, so cute!" Seeing the little girl in front of him, Chen Fan felt a sense of doting arise spontaneously.

"Damn it, the predecessor was actually a sister-doting maniac!" Chen Fan complained in his heart, looked at the porcelain doll in front of him and said: "Tongtong, be good, brother was busy and forgot, I'll buy it for you tomorrow!"

"But you said the same thing yesterday!" Chen Tongtong's little face was full of grievances, mist filling her big eyes, as if she was about to cry the next moment.

"Uh... was the predecessor so unreliable!" Chen Fan was speechless in his heart. He looked at the aggrieved Tongtong and felt heartache.

"Fine, let's settle this little ancestor first."

Chen Fan had merged all the memories of his predecessor, so he doted on this eight-year-old sister from the bottom of his heart.

"Tongtong, what else do you want to eat? Brother will buy it for you all at once!" Chen Fan pinched her little face and said gently.

"I also want to eat double-skin milk, grilled sausage, and candied haws too!" Tongtong was excited, saying over a dozen snacks in one breath.

"Can your little belly hold so many things?" Chen Fan couldn't help but tease.

"I can, brother!" Tongtong looked expectant.

"Fine, you wait!" Chen Fan locked the door and hurriedly ran downstairs.

Ten-plus minutes later, he came back carrying over a dozen plastic bags.

"Tongtong, you can only eat a little of each. If you eat too much, your belly will feel uncomfortable at night." Chen Fan gave instructions, turned on the TV for her, switched the channel to the cartoon she liked, and only then entered his own bedroom.

"System, start ability lottery!" Chen Fan lay on the bed and ordered the system.

"System lottery has started!" With the sound of the electronic prompt, the system panel in Chen Fan's mind changed, and a huge roulette appeared, divided into countless fan-shaped areas of different sizes.

Chen Fan looked, and above each fan-shaped area, a line of small characters appeared, writing the name of a certain ability.

"B-grade fire ability!"

"D-grade speed ability!"

"A-grade thunder ability!"

"SSS-grade space ability"

"SSS-grade time ability"

"S-grade mental storm ability"

Chen Fan took a quick look, and his gaze immediately stopped on a few SSS-grade abilities.

"If I could hit an SSS-grade ability, I would take off on the spot!" Chen Fan was excited in his heart, but didn't hold too much hope. After all, the fan-shaped areas occupied by those few SSS-grade abilities were the smallest, almost a line, and the probability of hitting them was minimal.

"As long as I hit an ability above A-grade, I'll be satisfied!" Chen Fan thought to himself. Among the more than 600 ability users at their Qingcheng No. 3 Middle School, there were only three students with A-grade abilities.

At this moment, the roulette began to turn, and one ability after another flashed by. Chen Fan's heart also rose to his throat.

Finally, after ten-plus breaths, the roulette stopped turning and finally landed on a tiny fan-shaped area.

Chen Fan looked intently: "SS-grade ability — Thunder-Devouring Sacred Body!"