At 3:15 a.m., a 24-hour noodle restaurant on the street welcomed two unusual customers.

"Hello, two cold beers." So said the handsome and mild-mannered young man with bright blond hair.

The young man who followed behind him with a tall posture and a grim face added lightly, "If you don't have a draft beer glass, just use an ordinary wine glass, and two more side dishes, two bottles of beer, one bottle is cold and one bottle is room temperature." ”

The boss responded with a smile, and at the same time couldn't help but take a deep look at these two different young people.

These two young people who came late at night were wearing an identical long black trench coat and carrying a long metal box in their hands.

The hair on their foreheads was wet, apparently rain-drenched, and the blond young man's left hand seemed to be wounded, wrapped in a thick bandage, and even the obviously disobedient military boots on his feet were covered in mud.

For some reason, the boss always felt that these two young men did not look like guests who could enter a small noodle restaurant like him, and when he turned to go to the freezer to get a beer, he heard the two handsome young men whispering to each other.

"Does the Celestial Empire need to be so meticulous in ordering?"

"This is not a bar, so naturally I need to say it in detail, and I advise you not to bring your habits in a bar to this kind of street snack bar."

"I don't actually go to bars very often, but I still feel weird when a bartender like you say that."

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Contrary to Carl's imagination, at three o'clock in the morning, the snack bar on the street was not deserted, but on the contrary, there were six or seven customers in addition to them.

The sparsely decorated shop, with only six small dining tables, dark wood-colored floors, smoke-yellowed ceilings, and dim yellow lighting, makes it look unique in the silence of the world after heavy rain.

In front of the solid wood cabinet similar to the bar counter, two or three middle-aged people are sitting at the counter laughing and drinking nonsense, and the other two middle-aged people at the table are also bowing their heads and munching on the pork rib noodles in the bowl.

Choosing a position by the window, Chu Zifeng comfortably dragged away the stool and sat down, then took out a few napkins and carefully wiped the somewhat greasy desktop in front of him.

Carl on the side glanced at the noodle restaurant a few times, and then dragged away the stool and sat down like him, and also took out a napkin to wipe the tabletop, but when he touched the greasy plastic tissue box, Carl's slender and white fingertips couldn't help but tremble.

"Didn't you say go to the bar? Why did you take me around a few times and come here? Karl asked, somewhat incomprehensibly.

By this time, the boss had already taken two bottles of beer and two cups.

Throwing aside the napkin that had been wiped and crumpled together, Chu Zifeng first hooked his finger at Carl, who glanced at the same greasy and dirty bottle driver in his hand, and handed it to Chu Zifeng helplessly.

Skillfully opening the beer, Chu Zifeng poured himself a glass.

"Would you choose to go and relax where you work?"

Carl nodded, then turned his gaze to the uncles at the other tables, "But it's quite unexpected that there are so many guests here at this time." ”

Chu Zifeng said lightly, "This kind of 24-hour noodle restaurant is mostly to entertain some taxi drivers who work night shifts. ”

Carl took the bottle starter that Chu Zifeng handed back to him, and he barely adapted to the atmosphere here, and replied with a smile, "It's not that opposed." But look like you're pretty skilled, aren't you? Coming here often? ”

Chu Zifeng nodded.

"Well, my dad used to like to bring me to this kind of place, when I was a child, he would come almost once a week, he would drink, I would eat noodles, and then listen to him complain to me about some business matters, and before going to the college, he would take me to a noodle restaurant to eat noodles, and tell me to go to school or something."

Carl smiled and poured himself a glass of beer and said, "No wonder you drink so much, it turns out that you were raised by your father himself." ”

"My father has few friends, and a few friends don't want to come to such a cheap place with him,"

Chu Zifeng took a sip of the beer in the cup, "I should be, as for Dad...... Probably because it's cheap. ”

"Cheap?"

"Well, a bottle of beer is five dollars at most, and in my father's eyes, it's the best deal in the world."

Carl looked at the guests at the other tables, "It's quite unexpected that there are so many guests at this time." ”

"No wonder there are a lot of taxis parked in front of the door."

Carl took a bite of the cold dish on the table and said with a smile, "It tastes good." ”

"By the way, there's a question I've always wanted to ask you, but it's more personal, and I don't know if you'd like to tell me?" Carl shook his head, "Seriously, even now I can't figure out why you chose to refuse to join the Japanese branch?" As a result, Mr. Sasayama Ribei publicly said that you are no longer his student, although the Japanese branch is indeed average compared to the main department of the college, but the position of the head of the Japanese branch is not at all exciting? ”

Chu Zifeng looked at Carl quietly, picked up the wine glass in his hand, and took a sip.

"Whether it's the academy headquarters, the Japanese branch, or the Senate, I won't join."

Carl looked at the indifferent guy across from him in amazement, "Why?" ”

"It's too far from home."

"That's why?"

"Hmm."

"Wait, didn't you want to tell me that you were going to join the Celestial Empire branch after graduation?"

"My application has been written, do you want to read it?"

In Carl's shocked eyes, Chu Zifeng said lightly, "Dad's age is very old, although he doesn't say it, but I know that he really wants me to go back to help him manage the company after graduation, although he is a person similar to Grande, even if I enter the company, he will diligently hold the company's account book every day and make calculations, but I know that he really wants me to go back to help him after graduation." ”

"But you don't look like a person who can be an entrepreneur with peace of mind, do you? Did your father force you? ”

Chu Zifeng looked at Carl coldly, "You misunderstood, my father never forced me to do anything, and he never told me in front of me that I had to help him manage the company in the future, but I should do that, and I really don't want to be too far away from him and my mother." ”

"It's very filial, but don't you think it's very unfair?"

"To make one thing clear, I don't have any feelings about being a ninja, and I don't have any feelings about chasing and killing demons, if you want me to do it, I'll do it, and it's okay if I don't do it."

Chu Zifeng didn't have much reaction, "Teacher's business?" ”

Drinking beer, Chu Zifeng asked lightly.

"Do you really think we'll still be able to get our hands on the Hallows now?"

"You're afraid that the people of the Demon Party will do it first, right?"

"It's not just this, after all, it's Miss Yiyi who is going to compete." Chu Zifeng shook his head coldly, "I really don't think she can cook." ”

"This, it depends on tomorrow, Master Sun has already bought all the kitchenware that the eldest lady wants, Miss Yiyi will probably cook a few dishes tomorrow and give us a taste."

"But I always feel a little panicked."

"It's all the same."

As an assassin hidden in the shadows, his first lesson in entering the academy was to be calm.

This was taught to him by his teacher, the former head of the Japanese branch, Mr. Ribei Sasayama.

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Unlike ordinary students in the academy, in his freshman year, Chu Zifeng, who had just entered the academy, was taken away by a senator of the Senate because of his outstanding ability.

It was a full year before Chu Zifeng returned to the academy and continued his course.

No one knows where Sasayama Ribei took him and what he taught him during that year, everyone only knows that Chu Zifeng, who returned to the academy, has changed.

What has become of him?

If someone asked Qianqian this question, she would definitely say so.

"Although the bastard brother didn't want to talk before, but since he and Mr. Sasayama left the academy and came back, the whole person has become very indifferent, and his eyes are cold when he looks at everything, you must know that he used to like dogs very much, but now he looks at dogs like looking at a stone."

"What? Well...... The look in my eyes hasn't changed......"

For a year, Chu Zifeng underwent the harsh training of a Japanese shinobi, and his teacher tortured him for a whole year with those almost hellish trainings.

Of course, an invulnerable killing machine was also forged.

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On a night when the moon is sparse, dark clouds quietly obscure the full moon in the sky.

In the deep pit where he couldn't reach out, Chu Zifeng was motionless, sitting at the bottom of the pit like a stone statue, and his body and face were crawling with colorful snakes.

It's hot, and even at night, the scorching heat makes you breathless.

This is a tropical rainforest in Southeast Asia, where the teacher took him to practice, and today, it is also his first practice.

After not eating or drinking for three days and two nights, Chu Zifeng's cheeks and eye sockets were already deeply sunken, and his arms and thighs were covered with terrifying bite marks.

The thin snake that slowly crawled on his body made him dare not even shed a trace of terrifying sweat.

Because his forehead and lips were already purple and black. If he hadn't taken the snake venom antidote in advance, he would already be a corpse, and even if he didn't die by luck, his body would no longer be tortured by snake venom all the time.

In these three days and two nights of torment, all Chu Zifeng heard was the indifferent and old voice above his head.

"Your talent is indeed very good, but you are not quiet enough."

"In three days, you sweated twenty-eight times, moved thirty-nine times, and they bit you sixty-seven."

"You can go back."

"What do I need to do?"

Suddenly, even he didn't realize that his voice was unconsciously filled with the same indifference as the teacher's voice.

Even the thin snake that slowly crawled on his body didn't seem to realize what sound the person beside him had just made.

The cold voice above his head fell silent.

Chu Zifeng closed his eyes again and continued to sit upright in the deep pit, accompanied by poisonous snakes.

After another three days and two nights, when Chu Zifeng was about to fall into severe dehydration, and snake venom invaded his internal organs and died, a white jade vial was thrown into the pit.

"Come up."

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After that, he became the only student of the Senate, Elder Sasayama Rihei.

In disguise, he almost became the next head of the Japanese branch.

But alas, he refused all this.

Refusing to become a ninja, refusing to join the Japanese branch, refusing to inherit the mantle of his teacher.

The reason is simple: he doesn't like it.

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Thinking of the first lesson the teacher gave him, Chu Zifeng's heart had already quieted down.

It can be said that the word calm has become his knee-jerk reaction in the face of emergencies.

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A second before leaving Carl's room, Carl stopped Chu Zifeng.

"Can I ask you a more personal question?"

Chu Zifeng stopped where he was.

Staring at the guy in front of him, who even he would feel envious and jealous in some places, Carl raised a question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Why did you refuse to join the Japanese branch after graduation? As a result, Mr. Sasayama Ribei publicly said that you are no longer his student, although the Japanese branch is indeed average, not as good as the main department of the college, but you are his only student. ”

Seeing that Chu Zifeng, who had his back to him, didn't say a word, Carl shrugged his shoulders.

"It's okay, you don't have to say it, I'm just just curious."

Chu Zifeng straightened his back and turned his head to look at Carl.

Slender sword eyebrows, cold eyes, as always.

"There's nothing I can't say, I just don't like being a ninja, it's too boring and too restrictive."

"That is to say......"

"That is to say, I just want to learn the skills of a teacher, but I don't want to be like him, I just need to learn the skills of a teacher, and I don't need anything else."

Chu Zifeng was indifferent.

"Also, it was he who took the initiative to find me, not me."

Carl frowned thoughtfully, and soon, a smile appeared.

"Are you sometimes a little too conceited?"

Chu Zifeng ignored Carl and disappeared in front of him.

Karl sighed.

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With the wine in his hand, Carl strolled to the floor-to-ceiling window, where the sunset had completely set, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the clouds in the sky, leaving behind a beautiful color like fire.

Taking a sip of the red wine in his glass, Carl shook his head with a wry smile.

"What an unruly lone wolf."