Lin Ze's world, or their world, Xia Shuzhu didn't understand.

This is not a pretending statement, but a fact.

Xia Shuzhu was worried and nervous and asked Lin Ze why he refused to forgive in person, and he didn't even want to say a nice word.

She thinks that Lin Ze still can't forgive Ruth, and is still angry about the mistakes she made back then - under Lin Ze's brainwashing, she also thinks that Ruth's actions are wrong.

But Ruth knew that Lin Ze had accepted himself in action.

Lin Ze did not shy away from eating a table of dishes that were mostly completed by Ruth, this is Lin Ze's statement tonight.

Ruth knew that Lin Ze hated a person and was unwilling to accept one. Not to mention eating the food she cooks, even if you stay with her for an extra minute, you will feel uncomfortable and your face will be ugly.

Eating the food she cooked, and taking the initiative to chat with her, has proven that Lin Ze accepts Ruth.

Whether he chose on his own or was forced by Xia Shuzhu, Lin Ze sent a message that he would no longer shy away from Ruth.

It was enough for Ruth that he could say that.

Lying flat on the soft bed, Ruth's flat and boneless lower abdomen was covered with a thin silk blanket prepared by Xia Shuzhu himself, and her hands were gently placed on her lower abdomen, staring at the turquoise ceiling calmly.

Xia Shuzhu lives on a higher floor, and through the glass windows, you can see part of the night view of the city. The lights are bright, and the paper is drunk.

It's a beautiful city. An oriental city that exudes mystery. Ruth didn't have time to linger long, as in other cities, and after a glance, she was about to leave the city, which she might never return again.

This is the basic state of Ruth's life, hurried and boring, unable to hold too many feelings, unable to remember too many people.

Xia Shuzhu is her friend, a rare friend. As a withdrawn and cold super female agent, Ruth's friends can count on one hand. Her life was lonely and bleak. Even if she dies in any mission, there are probably few people who can send a bouquet of flowers to her grave.

Regrets? Regret it? Do you feel unwilling that your life is so pale and empty?

Ruth lifted the edge of the blanket and pulled it gently towards her chest. The eyes as beautiful as the stars gave the answer: it was worth it.

Everyone will have some attachment, or for family, love, friendship, Ruth for the task.

In her philosophy, to complete a task is to be responsible for the country and society, and to contribute. In her code, once you accept a task, you will spare no effort to complete it, even if you give your life without regrets.

She thinks so, and she always does. It was only the two years of the mission that changed her style, she no longer participated in teamwork, and she would carry out tasks alone as long as her superiors allowed it. At least this way, she doesn't have to worry about sacrificing her partner's life, and she doesn't have to blame herself and feel guilty for completing the task at all costs.

If you want to sacrifice, sacrifice yourself!

She is paranoid, impersonal, and even insensitive.

But MI6 gave her high praise and praise - the strongest female warrior in the British Empire.

It's just that somehow, she suddenly felt that the night breeze was a little cold tonight.

She is not a woman who is afraid of the cold, she can wear a thin coat and walk on the snowy mountains in the ice and snow, more than ten degrees below zero, and pursue the target without sleep for three days and three nights. But tonight she felt so cold, through her heart, cold to the bone.

She curled up slightly the seductive body that made the man mad, and there was a trace of exhaustion and longing in her quiet and cold eyes.

Knock knock -

An abrupt sound came, and Ruth subconsciously put her palm under the pillow, and then the corners of her mouth raised a self-deprecating arc. Secretly lamenting that the occupational disease caused her severe nervousness.

"Please come in." Ruth sat up and said.

Xia Shuzhu entered the door with two bowls of sweet soup in his hands, hooked the door with his back, and said with a smile: "Are you afraid of getting fat?" ”

Ruth smiled euphemistically and moved her seat for Xia Shuzhu.

The two women sat cross-legged, each holding a bowl of sweet soup. No one minds whether the sweet soup is delicious or not, and they don't pay attention to the time passing by minute by minute. They used English for a while, Huaxia for a while, and chatted about many nonsensical but interesting topics.

Xia Shuzhu was very happy, and Ruth was in a very happy mood. Getting along with Xia Shuzhu is a rare and valuable relaxation outside of her overwhelmed work.

"Xia, he's a good guy." Ruth said calmly.

"Huh?" Xia Shuzhu was stunned by Ruth, who had diverted the topic, and said curiously. "You mean Lin Ze?"

"Hmm." Ruth nodded.

"I know he's a nice man." Xia Shuzhu's eyebrows were filled with shallow happiness and said. "It's just that very little is known about him."

"No one in this world can really know him." Ruth added. "I mean what he went through."

"Well, I didn't even want to know him completely. Everyone has their own secrets and **, I understand. Xia Shuzhu hugged his knees, stared at Ruth with those bright and beautiful eyes, and smiled. As for you, you can't be an agent for the rest of your life, can you? Have you ever thought about what to do in the future and what kind of life you will live? ”

"Eighty percent of agents will die on a mission before they retire." Ruth said bluntly. "There's no point in thinking about the unrealistic."

Xia Shuzhu was slightly stunned, pursed his lips and said, "I believe you can live a long life." ”

"What do you do to live that long?" Ruth said.

"I don't know." Xia Shuzhu said with a smile. "This is a compliment from our Huaxia Kingdom."

"Thank you." A warm smile appeared on Ruth's face.

"Why don't I sleep with you tonight?" Xia Shuzhu suddenly said boldly.

"Huh?" Ruth looked at Xia Shuzhu curiously.

"Haha." Seeing this, Xia Shuzhu couldn't help but laugh and teased. "Are you thinking crooked?"

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"In the autumn of Renxu, in July, Su Zi and the guest were boating under the red cliff. The breeze is coming, and the water is not rippling. Raise the wine to belong to the guest, recite the poem of the bright moon, and sing the chapter of the fairy. Shaoyan, the moon comes out of the east mountain, wandering between the bullfights. The white dew crosses the river, and the water shines to the sky. As far as a reed is, Ling Wanqing is at a loss. The vastness is like Feng Xuan resisting the wind, and he doesn't know where it stops; fluttering like a posthumous reading power, feathering and ascending to the immortal - Lin Ze, explaining the original meaning of this text. Teacher Qian suddenly paused and shouted.

"Huh?" Lin Ze, who was dozing off with his forehead, suddenly raised his head and wiped the corners of his mouth. "What?"

"Translate the passage I just read!" Teacher Qian blew his beard and glared.

The classmate sitting in the front row reminded him that he was Su Shi's "Former Chibi Fu", Lin Ze suddenly realized, racked his brains and said: "In the autumn of the year of Renxu, July 16. Su Shi and his friends went to the red cliff to go boating and playing, because the scenery is infinitely good, these people are famous for their poems, lyrics and music, maybe they are too hilarious, causing these literati to hallucinate, like taking drugs, thinking that they are about to become immortals. ”

"Flutter-"

The students bowed their heads and snickered. This guy's explanation is really maverick, which is very much in line with the style of the younger generation. Moreover, although he summarized it very generally, he also roughly put forward the key points in the article, and Mr. Qian couldn't find much fault.

After some teaching, Teacher Qian instructed Lin Ze to sit down, and said meaningfully: "Lin Ze, please don't use some indecent and unethical words when answering questions in the future, which will affect the mood of other students in class." ”

"Will it affect?" Lin Ze shouted at his classmates.

"No!"

"Thank you for joining us." Lin Ze looked around with his fists clenched, and then sat down slowly.

Teacher Qian glared at him angrily and continued to shake his head in class.

Lin Ze was delirious in the morning's class, either sleeping with his forehead or sleeping directly on the desk. The posture he adopts depends on his preference for the teacher.

For example, Teacher Qian, a leading figure in the Zijinhua language industry, Lin Ze still gives enough face. At least he didn't fall into a deep sleep, and he could barely answer the question with a little reminder. Changed to a teacher of other subjects, Lin Zequan's answer was not right.

As for the English class taught by Xia Shuzhu. Unless Lin Ze is tired and unmatched, he really can't stand it. Otherwise, it can be supported.

However, there was no English class this morning, and Lin Ze slept very well. From the first class until lunchtime, he slept almost all the way.

After lunch, I went back to the dormitory and slept well. was preparing to perform better in the English class in the afternoon, trying to use pure spoken language to pretend to be forced, but found that five minutes after the bell rang, Xia Shuzhu still didn't come.

The students all started talking. I don't understand what Mr. Xia is doing.

You must know that Xia Shuzhu has never been late or left early since he became a teacher. It's the first time I've been in class for five minutes like this and haven't entered the classroom.

Li Jiancheng, who was the class leader, saw that the head teacher did not come, so he was forced to go to the office in plain clothes to look for it. Three minutes later, the result was that Xia Shuzhu didn't come to work at all.

The news caused an uproar. Xia Shuzhu actually skipped class?

Even if you are entangled in complicated tasks, you might as well transfer classes with teachers of other subjects. Such an irresponsible way to say that if you can't come, you won't come, it's really not like Xia Shuzhu's style.

Lin Ze vaguely felt that something was wrong in his heart, and immediately called Xia Shuzhu.

"The phone you dialed is off, please dial again later-"

The phone doesn't work. Lin Ze's brows furrowed deeply.

He didn't have Ruth's number, so he called Xiao Hei across the ocean to ask. After getting the phone, I called Ruth again.

After a long wait, the call finally came through. There was just a sharp whistling sound coming from the microphone, and if it wasn't for Ruth sitting in the car with the window open, it would have been her running at top speed.

"Where's Xia Shuzhu?" Lin Ze asked in a deep voice.

"Kidnapped." Ruth said with a hint of anxiety in her tone.

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