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The school bell is undoubtedly the most exciting sound of the day for students, but sometimes it is also the same for teachers.

The substitute teacher of the third class of high school feels this way at this time, he has already looped Hebe's "love" countless times in his heart, and ******** is not in class, and he doesn't know what he is talking about. I guess this is the worst lesson they have taught in their lives. But dare not be angry, these are all unprovoked little masters, and they can only pray for a quick end.

The students also said that this was the most boring class they had ever taken, and the teacher was talking in the clouds, and they listened to the clouds in the sky and the earth, and they kept running to the last few rows. As soon as the bell rang, they hurriedly fled from the classroom, they were really fed up with this invisible injury, cherished life, and stayed away from showing affection.

So as soon as the bell rang for the end of class, the classroom became empty in just a few minutes.

The three fat people also packed up their things and walked out of the classroom.

Walking on the campus path, my heart is very cordial and familiar, except for the students who point at each other. Zhang Fan also has a headache about his white hair, but he can't do anything about it now, Xiao Leng is busy, Lilith is still asleep, and he doesn't have anyone to discuss with now. He didn't know how to deal with the situation, and he was going to dye it back and do it, he didn't want to be watched like a zoo animal every day with gray hair.

Sanfat is still chattering as usual, and he keeps reading, except for his body shape has become fit, his personality has not changed in the slightest. But this is enough to make Zhang Fan sigh: The figure really determines the appearance, and the appearance determines the treatment. Looking at the crowds of onlookers, the screams are the best proof.

After a while, Zhang's mother packed up her things and drove slowly in her little red car.

The three fat smiled and said hello, waving his arms vigorously.

The little red car slowly stopped, rolled down the window, and Zhang's mother poked her head out, looked at the three fats, and asked, "Classmate, who are you?" ”

"Godmother, have you forgotten me, I am three fat, three fat people who lost weight."

"Why did you get so thin, get in the car, let's have a good talk about losing weight."

Zhang Fan was very surprised by his mother's receptivity, he thought she would be shocked and speechless, but he didn't expect that he was just stunned for a moment and easily accepted the new appearance of the three fats, and didn't ask a word of superfluity.

Maybe my mother is more familiar with the three fats, and there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity when she loses weight.

Zhang Fan could only explain like this, then opened the door, entered the car, and just wanted to close the door, but suddenly found that there was an extra foot, preventing the door from closing.

"What are you doing, Mr. Wang?"

"Nothing, just want to hitchhike."

"You're not a hitchhiker."

Zhang Fan's tone was not good, he was already inexplicably hostile to Wang Chaoye, and now his behavior made him feel that his territory was violated, and his natural tone was not much better.

Wang Chaoye pulled the corners of his mouth, opened the car door, and then squeezed in, and said, "Auntie! Can you give me a ride, I also live in Yuhua Garden, we should drop by. ”

Zhang's mother also smiled, smiled amiably, and said, "Get out!" ”

Wang Chaoye's smile was fixed on his face, and he was just about to say something when Leng Zi'er pulled him out of the car. The door was slammed shut, and the little red car disappeared as soon as it slipped through the smoke.

Wang Chaoye looked at Leng Zi'er dissatisfied: "Why are you pulling me." ”

Leng Zi'er just shook her head and said, "Don't make any extraneous branches, our task is just to spy on Zhang Fan." ”

"I got in his car just for the mission."

Leng Zi'er still shook her head: "That woman is not something we can mess with." ”

Wang Chaoye got up: "Do you know her?" ”

Leng Zi'er still shook her head, with a hint of tremor in her voice: "I don't know." But I know that black folder. ”

......

The day's task was finally over, and Leng Zi'er walked alone on the way back to her residence.

Wang Chaoye parted ways with her at the school gate as early as possible, saying that he was going to inspect the family's property in the town, and then he hurriedly turned into his Bentley, and disappeared on the street corner without saying goodbye. Leng Zi'er didn't believe that he would care so much about the family industry, and the only places he could visit were massage parlors and bars.

The corners of Leng Zi'er's eyebrows are dissatisfied, he is really a man without gentlemanly demeanor.

Her little feet stepped on the stone pavement one by one, venting her frustration. She prefers walking to driving, which gives her a sense of down-to-earthness, and she can enjoy the scenery along the way, which is probably her only form of entertainment......

She used to walk a lot when she was a child, but she wasn't alone at the time.

Now, she walks alone on the empty streets, but her mind is full of the past, the former dynasty is not as uninhibited as it is now, and she is not as indifferent as she is now. When they were young, they would still play together, get into trouble together, and giggle together, but without that person, everything changed......

Thinking about it, my thoughts were confused, although I still had that indifferent expression, but my eyes flashed with memories; Although the footsteps moved, the heart returned to the unknown past.

In fact, Leng Zi'er has always been a very simple person, because she is the granddaughter of the owner of the Killer Building, she has started killer training since she was a child, and her future has long been doomed, that is, to continue to complete tasks and inherit the Killer Building alive!

Her life is very simple, only training to kill people and complete tasks, which is the habit and behavior pattern she has developed since she was a child. She doesn't think too much about it, because her existence is a tool to complete a task, and simple, fast, and direct are the basic requirements of a tool.

But this tool also has a heart, and this tool also has a partner.

When she was young, her grandfather was not so strict and would often smile at her. She is not alone in her training, she will have several more partners, one of them is Wang Chaoye and the other is a girl, they rely on each other, treat each other as the best brothers and sisters, and talk about everything. It's just that day, just that sword light, everything has changed......

Thinking of this, she put the Buddha back to that day, it was still the empty street, or the gloomy sky, and even the sword light was put in front of her.

That person disappeared under such a sword light, and a sense of sadness surged up in Leng Zi'er's heart.

But she felt a chill on her skin, a chill that she was extremely familiar with, it was murderous!

Leng Zi'er suddenly came to her senses, this was not an illusion, there was indeed a sword light there, which was attacking her.

It was too late to dodge, because the sword light had already hit her eyes, and she couldn't even open her eyes because of the sword light.

Years of training have shown a solid foundation at this moment, although her eyes can't see the trajectory of the sword light clearly, but her ears, skin, and hair are desperately taking information, converging into useful instructions, so that her body subconsciously completes the dodge action.

She bowed her head, twisted, slumped, and shook, the sword light brushing the clothes on her chest.

But she was not unharmed, the sword light was too fast, the sword edge was too sharp, and it still scratched the clothes on her shoulder, scraping a shallow wound.

Blood oozed from the wound and fell to the ground. But when it was still in the air, Leng Zi'er turned into a purple electric light and shot away.

She never knew what defense was, and even her strongest defensive move, the Purple Electric Armor, was forced to learn by her grandfather. She has never known only to attack, and if you make me bleed, then I will make you lose an arm!

She always believed that offense was the best defense, so she rushed in the direction of the sword light without thinking.

But there was no one there.

The wind behind him rose again, and it was another sword light! Leng Zi'er turned around in the air, dodging the incoming sword light, and her white hands were already pressed on the ground.

Since you are hiding and attacking people with cold arrows, then I will force you out.

Leng Zi'er was only on the ground with one hand, and a strong purple arc of electricity poured into the ground and spread from her palm.

The fastest point in the world is the point, no one can escape the attack of the current, and she believes that she can find the location of the attacker through the change of the current. Sure enough, a muffled snort sounded, and Mo Yu accurately judged the direction and rushed away.

In the blink of an eye, he found the grass where the attacker was hiding, but it was empty, only a drop of crimson blood stuck to the green blade of grass and flashed purple lightning.

Leng Zi'er was on guard but could no longer detect the breath, she stared at the drop of blood with a solemn expression, just a drop of blood can force out the electric light, and the skill of the person who came is not shallow.

A soft sound of "pop" attracted Leng Zi'er's attention, and it turned out to be the "sword" that fell to the ground

It...... It's turned out!

Only then did she realize that it was not a sword, but a whole piece of translucent broken ice, and her expression became more and more solemn.

Suddenly, she thought of something, and sped towards an old factory building, where the three fats had been imprisoned.

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