Exiting the game, Ling Zijie lay on his back in a chair, reminiscing about the momentary battle just now.

Although he quickly solved the four opponents, Ling Zijie knew that it was done when the opponent underestimated himself, and if he was on guard against himself, it would be impossible to complete the four kills so easily.

Also, this game is really good, the touch of his fingers and the sensitive reaction of the mecha make him have some dodging and attacking actions in his mind that he hadn't thought of before.

"There's a chance to try." He thought silently.

Crunch, the door opened, and Wu Haozhe walked in with two bottles of drinks.

"How's it going, are you alright?" Seeing Ling Zijie lying on the chair with his head tilted, he thought he had been hit.

"It's okay, what can it do, what about my water?"

"Give." Wu Haozhe handed him a bottle of soda and sat in front of the computer next to him, "How is it?" One more round? ”

Ling Zijie shook his head, "Forget it, I should go back, what about you, don't you leave?" ”

"Hehe, I'll play two more rounds, I lost a little miserably just now, and I'm back on the field."

"Well, okay, I'll go first." After speaking, Ling Zijie picked up his schoolbag and walked out.

It was already dark, but the streets were brightly lit with people coming and going, Ling Zijie strolled through the crowd, looked at the various pedestrians hurrying by, sighed slightly, and quickened his pace towards Wang Ji Teahouse.

'A' read 'Novel' ybdu

How long has it been since you enjoyed such a soothing time? He can't remember clearly, since he can remember, he has faced all kinds of training and endless tasks imposed on him by Lao Wang every day, so that at a young age, he has already developed a kind of calmness that does not match his age, but it is precisely because of those cruel training and pressure that he has a rebellious desire in his heart, which is a very strange state.

What is the purpose of Lao Wang's training all the time? What are those lines that I want to cultivate? Also, why did you let me go to school?

These questions kept flashing in his mind, like a net.

"Forget it, I don't want to." Shaking his head, throwing out the messy thoughts in his head, at least now, he is a normal high school student, a senior who is about to face the college entrance examination, isn't he?

Ling Zijie walked to the cottage behind his teahouse, and on a skyscraper not far away, there was a window that kept the light on.

Old Man Han didn't go home today, just waiting for news in the office, and at this moment, looking at the Minister of Security who was holding a pile of materials in front of him, he finally put down the documents in his hand.

"Found?"

"Got it." The Minister of Security nodded, "The other party is the Yamaki Group, and those kidnappers are from the Dark Night Organization. ”

With just one sentence, the Minister of Security had already reported the information of the investigation clearly.

"Killer of the Night?" Old Man Han frowned, "Actually asked the Dark Night Organization to attack Xue'er, the Shanmu Group is so bold?" Doesn't this take me Han someone in your eyes? ”

With a snap, Old Man Han's palm slapped on the table, and a trace of anger ignited in his eyes.

These guys are really crazy, they actually use such means, do you really think that I, Han Lizhong, are old?

"What about the killers?" Old Man Han's voice was cold.

"All of them have been contained, but one is seriously injured and is still in the hospital."

"Yes." Hearing this, Old Man Han nodded, "What about the young man Xue'er said?" Any news? ”

The Minister of Security flipped through the information in his hand, took out a photo and handed it to Mr. Han, "This young man's name is Ling Zijie, he is seventeen years old, a local, but there is very little other information about him, this is some basic information found in the boarding records of our civil aviation, this kid has been out a lot in the past two years, and has been to Europe and North America." ”

"Oh? Interesting. Old Man Han took the photo and looked at it and smiled slightly, "This kid is quite handsome, have you found out his family background?" ”

The Minister of Security smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It seems to be an orphan, we only found out that he lives in a teahouse all the year round, and the others ......"

"Then go check on the owner of this teahouse." Old Man Han put down the photo and rubbed his eyebrows.

"It's been checked, but ......" the Minister of Security's voice hesitated.

"But what?"

"The teahouse owner doesn't have any information." The Minister of Security raised his hand and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, "When we used some special means to inquire, we were met with great resistance, as if ......, as if the identity of that person was very special, and we did not have access to it." ”

The Minister of Security whispered, not daring to look up at Old Man Han, Old Man Han's temperament is very clear to him, except for his granddaughter Han Xue, he is very strict with other people, and now he has not found any other information about Ling Zijie, and he doesn't know what kind of storm the boss will usher in.

But to his surprise, Old Man Han did not get angry after listening to his words, but pinched his eyebrows and fell into deep thought.

"Mr. Han? Mr. Han? He whispered to Old Man Han.

"Oh, got it, you get out." Old Man Han waved his hand.

The Minister of Security nodded, put the papers in his hand on his desk, and turned to leave the office.

"With the ability of my Han Group, I can't even investigate? Who the hell is this teahouse owner? ”

Looking at the empty office, Old Man Han frowned deeply, and after a while, he got up and came to the bookshelf, pulled out the basic thick books, and took out a satellite phone from the bookshelf.

The phone seemed to have only one number, and Old Man Han dialed it out with a light touch.

Not long after, a middle-aged man's voice came from there, "Father, what's the matter at such a late hour?" ”

"What's the matter?" Old Man Han snorted, "I think you're stupid by doing research, and you don't even care about your father and daughter." ”

On the other end of the phone, it was Han Hua, the only son of Mr. Han, that is, Han Xue's father, who had no interest in business, but was very fascinated by space physics.

Eighteen years ago, at the age of twenty-five, he was already a well-known space physicist at home and abroad, and ten years ago, he and his wife, who was also a space physicist, entered a national secret research institute together, and rarely went home, and even few people in the company knew that there was such an owner of the Han Group.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Han Hua obviously didn't know why the old man was angry.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Xiaoxue almost kidnapped! Old Man Han roared angrily, "You hurry back and put your broken ones away." ”

"Xiaoxue? Xiaoxue is okay, isn't there a bodyguard? How could this happen? Han Hua's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

Although he and his wife have been working in the research institute and rarely have the opportunity to visit relatives, both he and his wife are very concerned about Han Xue, even if they can't see her often because of the national confidentiality agreement, they will always know about their daughter's life through Old Man Han, how can he not worry about such a thing at this moment.

"It's okay, I was rescued." Hearing his son's anxious tone, Old Man Han said angrily.

"Dad, what's wrong with Xiaoxue? Is she okay? An anxious female voice came from the other end of the phone, and it seemed that Han Xue's mother had snatched the phone from Han Hua's hand.

"Don't worry, Guohua and I will go back as soon as possible."

"Hmph, it's not enough to be in a hurry, it's just that the identity of the kid who saved people is very suspicious, I can't find it out here, you can help check it."

"Can't even find out Daddy?" Han Xue's mother was shocked, they know very well the energy of Old Man Han, as a soldier, he is a bigwig-level figure in the underworld and white in Yanjing City, and even he can't find out, so this kid who saves people seems to be really problematic.

"Well, don't worry, I'll go check with Guohua immediately."

Putting down the phone, Mr. Han breathed a sigh of relief, the Han Group has a big business, and he has fought all the way from the battlefield to the shopping mall, invincible, but who would have thought that he would give birth to such an uncompetitive son, who does not think about the family's business, but runs to do some research, which is really not a serious business.

The morning of the school is always full of vitality, it is already the weather of April, the temperature is rising a little bit, the trees in the school have begun to pull out the young branches, a branch gently swaying in the wind, it looks full of tender green, even the air is full of fresh and elegant atmosphere, and the sound of reading sounds so pleasant.

Looking at these beautiful pictures, smelling the faint fragrance in the air, and listening to the sound of reading in the distance, Ling Zijie stood at the school gate and smiled helplessly.

Yes, he was late again.

It's not that he was deliberately late, but he didn't know when the school would arrive in the morning, who would have thought that a high school would ask students to arrive at school at six o'clock?

Bang Bang Bang! He knocked on the doorman's glass window, "Big brother, open the door." ”

The doorman looked out of the window and saw a boy wearing a senior high school uniform, standing outside the door with an indifferent expression.

"Wait."

After a while, the school gate opened little by little, and after registering the name class, Ling Zijie finally walked into the school again.

When I came to the classroom, the morning self-study had already ended, and the classroom was quiet, and everyone was lying on the table doing the same movements as Wu Haozhe.

"This ......, this is how life is in the third year of high school?" Looking at his classmates who had fallen asleep, he shook his head and returned to his seat.

"Boss, you're finally here." Wu Haozhe handed a piece of hamburger to Ling Zijie, "Sister Xiaoling has looked for you several times." ”

"You're not sleeping?" After taking the hamburger, Ling Zijie had a ghostly expression on his face, this guy was snoring when he was in class, and he was actually full of energy in his early self-study?

"Eh, who are you talking about Sister Xiaoling?"

"Of course it's the first beautiful female teacher of Hongqi Middle School, Teacher Lin Xiaoling, don't you know?" This time, it was replaced by Wu Haozhe's face of surprise.

This guy doesn't even know about the English teacher in his class? Even the intellectually beautiful and generous Teacher Lin didn't know? I don't even know the goddess of my Wu Haozhe's dreams?

This is a crime! No, no, it's not just a crime, it's a heinous crime!

Why is Sister Xiaoling looking for me, Wu Haozhe was indignant in his heart.

"Ling Zijie, Mr. Lin is looking for you and wants you to go to the office." As soon as the little girl entered the door, she saw Ling Zijie in the seat and opened her mouth to inform him.

"Teacher Lin?" Ling Zijie frowned and looked at Wu Haozhe.

"Sister Xiaoling, don't you really know?" Wu Haozhe let out a long sigh and beat his chest, "Goddess Teacher Lin, you guy, you don't even know this, you are lonely and unheard, you are a tyrannical thing, you are committing a crime!" ”

Wu Haozhe was excited, and two inexplicable idioms popped out of his mouth.

Ling Zijie was stunned, "The goddess is looking for me?" ”