The laughter of the students in the classroom spurred them on, and Sanjay felt that the lady had taken a step back. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Vidia felt that since she couldn't squeeze forward, she should retreat.

The two of them stepped backwards at the same time, looking like a pair of dance partners who worked together tacitly.

Legs out together, tilt their heads to stare at each other, and then step sideways together, if it weren't for the heavy leather bags in both of them, it would be a good jump.

In order to get out of the predicament as soon as possible, Sanjay stared intently at the girl's dark face, tucked his abdomen and chest, kicked one leg, and ran out of the classroom gracefully like an obese swan dancer.

Sanjay, who had been running wildly after landing, failed to notice that the strap of his leather schoolbag was holding Vidia's wrist, and when he ran into the hallway, he used his left hand to soothe his weak mind while carrying the schoolbag, and only noticed that the schoolbag was sinking abnormally.

When he turned his head to look behind him, Vidia didn't care about the shame and punched Sanjay in the eye socket.

Before she could continue to vent her grievances, the sound of dense footsteps sounded at the same time up and down the corridor, which seemed to be empty, and the sound of leather boots stomping on the stairs made Vidia swallow the words that came to her mouth in surprise.

While Sanjay was still rubbing her sore eyes, Vidia found that there were more than a dozen students standing up and down the stairs where she was, and at the entrance where she entered, two knife-wielding gangsters, a man and a woman, were also flooded, with sharp blades against her back, but this was not as scary as the dozen or so pistols of different calibers in the hands of other students.

You know, this is the best college campus in the largest commercial city in a gun-free country.

After seeing what was going on, Sanjay felt that he should go back and find Babur to exorcise evil spirits for himself, this girl really had a fate with him today.

Personally untying the leather rope that had been wrapped around her wrist, Sanjay took the frightened girl and sat down in a café on campus, accompanied by two bodyguards.

The other students dressed as students, who were really students after all, confirmed that it was a misunderstanding, hid their guns again, retrieved their books that were still in the hallway, and went back to their classrooms or labs.

In order to protect the privacy of the royal family and the wealthy in the country, cameras are prohibited in public places in Malata, and anyone who sells surveillance equipment privately or without registration will be sentenced to electric chairs and waterboarding without court trial, and those who fail to pass the trial of the National Security Bureau will enjoy the preferential treatment of immediate execution of the death penalty for espionage.

From the second half of the eighteenth century to the beginning of the twentieth century, members of the royal family, especially the king and ****, were assassinated in a frenzied and continuous manner.

In order to protect their own lives, the royal family insisted on pursuing a harsh policy that had been done for nearly 200 years.

Since a total of eighteen kings had died at the hands of suspects whom he had relented of, the royal family had raised troops to suppress and massacre disobedient elements and local armed forces in order to carry out this harsh rule.

In the 21st century, although the emergence and popularity of CCTV has become an irresistible trend around the world, the royal family still barely guarantees that only long-term cameras will be installed in places where royals will never set foot in the treasury.

The world is so big, two young people who have never been abroad, but they just sit silently in a place of less than one square meter, not anxious that they have wasted time exploring the world.

"My name is Sanjay Sharma, a first-year student in the Faculty of Social Sciences. I'm sorry for what just happened. “

With that, Sanjay handed Vidia his business card.

Looking at the other table in the distance, the bodyguard reading the newspaper, Vidia really couldn't sweep away the tension in her heart because of the tone of the man opposite.

"My name is Vidia Baran, and I'm a graduate student in the Faculty of Sociology. My dad is P.R. Baran, Vice President of ETCChannel. If I disappear, my dad will find you. “

"Relax, sorry to scare you, we're not bad people. It's just that my identity is more special, so the bodyguards are more sensitive. “

The café's somewhat old wooden door creaked, and Babur, dressed in traditional attire, walked in with a wad of unbound printer paper.

Vidia, who had her back to the door, followed Sanjay's eyes, and turned around to see the strange man who walked in, obviously in the heat of more than thirty degrees, and he was still wearing so much, but there was not a drop of sweat on his head.

Barbur handed the information to Sanjay, stood in the back half of the body and stood silently, feeling Vidia's constant gaze, and said in the direction of the bar, "Give this young lady a cup of coffee." “

The waiter behind the bar, who didn't dare to breathe, looked at the strong man standing less than thirty centimeters behind him, and after getting his nod of permission, he trembled and made a cup of Turkish coffee, and personally delivered it to Vidia.

Under the gaze of the smiling Babur, Vidia did not dare to open her mouth to say that she did not like this coffee, nor did she dare not drink it.

To distract herself, she slowly sipped her coffee as she shifted her gaze to a few pieces of white paper scattered on the table.

Seeing that the young lady on the other side finally stopped looking at him with strange eyes, Babur turned into a statue again, standing there half-squinted, enjoying the leisure of not having to work.

Vidia, whose eyesight was still good, slowly widened, and hurriedly put down the coffee cup in her hand, not caring about picking up one of them.

I took it closer and looked at it carefully, and it was really written in English on the paper, my own information.

After a cursory glance, Vidia continued to pick up a few other pieces of paper, and before Sanjay, who had finished reading one by one, finished reading the information in her hand, Vidia had already stopped her ridiculous behavior.

She picked up the ordinary paper business card that Sanjay handed her again, looked at the business card that had nothing but her name and phone number, and thought about the detailed information about her family over the past twenty years, and the horror in her heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

"Who the hell are you? How did you get this information? “

Hearing someone's question, Sanjay, who already had a basic understanding of the other party's situation, put down the information in his hand, looked at Vidia with a smile and said, "I originally just wanted to propose a confidentiality agreement that is beneficial to everyone, but now it doesn't matter." “

Hearing this, Vidia replied in a panic: "I will definitely keep it secret, I will not mention today's matter to anyone, no matter what the agreement is, I will sign it." “

"yes, that's you." As he spoke, Sanjay stood up, stretched out his right hand, and hung it above the table.

Vidia was puzzled, but she didn't dare to hesitate to stretch out her right hand and clasp it with him.

Puzzled, he asked, "Congratulations on me?" “

"As the president of Balaji Films, I congratulate you on joining the Balaji family as an artist under the company's umbrella."

"Me? Why? “

Sanjay withdrew his well-behaved right hand, straightened his somewhat wrinkled shirt, and said sincerely, "Because I lack a tutor who can help me cope with my academic exams." “

After saying that, no matter how much the high-talent student in the headmistress was hit, Sanjay walked to the wooden door of the café with his schoolbag.

Instead of following Sanjay's footsteps immediately, Babur said to Vidia, who had not yet recovered from the absurd reason: "You can take these materials with you if you like." Personally, I hope that you will be able to go to the headquarters of Balaji Pictures within three days to sign the two contracts you have promised, in fact, I personally think it would be better for you to sign them today. “

The roar of the engine sounded, and in the old café, only Vidia was still sitting there and the waiter standing awkwardly, hesitating to take away the scattered printer paper.