What happened at the corner of the stairs of the teaching building, Song Jianqiu didn't take it to heart, and the other party just wanted to send something to her, whether there was a deeper thought, she didn't bother to study it deeply, and only after correcting her position again at that time, she left this matter behind.

Although after experiencing the zombie incident, she has some awareness of her gender, but this does not affect her mental age that does not match her physical age, not to mention the future, only to say that now, it is impossible to fall in love with people who are immature in age and thinking!

As for further on; She didn't even think about what happened when she became an adult, she just felt that it would be natural for the boat to go straight to the bridge!

After leaving the teaching building, she naturally didn't know what happened behind her, as well as the strange situation of Ma Fucheng, but after returning to the stadium, from a distance, she saw that the 400-meter men's race had begun, and when she arrived at the venue, both sides of the finish line track were already crowded with people from various classes, cheering for the athletes in their classes.

In the enthusiastic cheering, one runner crossed the finish line one after another.

She saw that Guo Xiaoqiang in her class won the first place, and a group of girls immediately gathered around, chattering to celebrate him, and then handed the water, the towel took the towel, and someone helped him walk a few steps to ease his strength.

Being treated so favorably by a group of youthful and beautiful girls, I am afraid that a man will feel extremely happy.

As a class cadre, Song Jianqiu inevitably had to go down to help in person, although it was not intentional, but the boys in the class were taken care of by so many girls, especially when there were double flowers, they were all like chicken blood, and they all got good results in the afternoon project, so they naturally got more encouragement.

There were not many projects on the first day, and as the sun set, each class began to count the personnel, and at this time, it was found that Zhang Xingwang was not there.

Hearing the news, Song Jianqiu frowned, but he didn't think much about it, just thought that after he refused at the time, the other party might be a little sad, so he went home.

She reported this possibility to the head teacher, who called back, and it was Zhang Xingwang's brother Zhang Xingchen who answered the phone.

After chatting a few words, Zhang Xingchen hung up the phone and turned around and walked into the room of his younger brother Zhang Xingwang, who was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, but what caught his attention was the wood carving on the desk.

He walked over to his desk, his brow furrowed, and looked down at the wood carving, which was so lifelike that it was a master's carving, far beyond what an ordinary high school student could do.

Although he never underestimated his younger brother, he would not overestimate his younger brother's talent, perhaps he had some talent in carving, but it was impossible for him to surpass those true wood carvers who had been immersed in this field for more than ten years or even decades at such a young age.

Although he didn't notice anything wrong with the wood carving, instinctively, he still didn't believe that his brother would have such a high level of skill.

Although the two-pupil alien has the ability that others can't have, it is not a disadvantage, first of all, when he doesn't use the double pupil, he is just an ordinary person, and secondly, maybe because the power of the double pupil is too strong, he can't fully control it, so he will be very slow in the perception of various foreign objects.

To put it simply, if a normal person can sense that there are ghosts within a radius of more than ten meters, then he is even worse than ordinary people, and he must be four or five meters closer to feel abnormal.

Of course, if you open the double pupils, it will be different, the so-called breaking of the law, vanity, ignorance and mistakes, is not just talking, although Zhang Xingchen may not have fully mastered it at present, but with his own double pupil power, it is enough to see through all the hidden ghosts and anomalies.

But if you don't open your eyes, then Zhang Xingchen will be the same as ordinary people, and even worse in terms of perception.

He frowned, gently stroked the wood carving on the table, and covered his left eye with his other hand, as if trying to activate the pupils of his right eye to check it.

But at this moment, Zhang Xingwang, who was sleeping soundly behind him, suddenly made a little movement, and he turned around in surprise, but saw that the other party was talking in a dream.

Then he turned his head again, stared at the wood carving for a moment, and for some reason, withdrew the hand covering his left eye.

Just as he was leaving, he suddenly saw a puddle of milky white liquid on the floor in front of his desk.

As a man, he naturally didn't understand what this was, so he couldn't help but shake his head, looked back at his brother again, and thought: It seems that he has to find an opportunity to talk to his brother in the future!

Before that, this wood carving, let's keep it first!

Zhang Xingchen sighed, turned around and left the room, and gently closed the door.

However, what he didn't expect was that at the moment when the door closed and there was a crisp sound, Zhang Xingwang, who originally thought he was asleep, sat up from the bed without warning, as if he had a spring under his head, straight and straight.

Dark green smoke shrouded Zhang Xingwang's head, and the background color of his eyes was faintly green, like a lonely wolf in the wild.

He sat there for a moment, but did nothing, and then fell back again, as if asleep.

Time passed quickly, and the sports meeting of the South Bank High School was held for three days in a row, and various projects were carried out in an orderly manner.

On the last day, in the 1,500-meter final of the women's group, Song Jianqiu reported this project, which can be regarded as a contribution to the class.

After the starting gun sounded, the girls on the track rushed out one after another, Song Jianqiu was also among them, don't look at her petite figure, in a group of athletes, she is not the tallest, but her physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, and it should have reached the limit that human beings can reach, which is undoubtedly the handiwork of the Demon King.

Whether it is in endurance or physical strength or strength, she is like this, the so-called 1,500-meter run, for her, is naturally easy, however, it is precisely because it is too easy, she also has to restrain a little, so as not to be too eye-catching.

Like all female athletes, she wore a bib number on her back, a corseted sports bra, and close-fitting cropped pants that exposed her small belly button, which can be regarded as the first time she has worn it as a revealing since she became a girl.

However, after all, this is for sports, so there is nothing to say.

After the start, she sprinted a little with the athletes on the other tracks, and then slowed down, not competing with others for first and second place, only falling in third place, following behind, maintaining her own rhythm to run.

After all, it's a robe, and the ranking at the beginning is not very important, as long as you don't fall too far behind by the team.

A few girls who are good with Song Jianqiu and have a relationship with her, especially Li Chuyan and others, have been paying attention to Song Jianqiu's situation, and occasionally catch up and cheer up, all of them are more excited than themselves, but Song Jianqiu himself waved at Li Chuyan and others standing on the edge of the track, with a comfortable expression.

Ma Fucheng once again appeared in the teaching building a few days ago, squinting his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, strolling on the playground, paying attention to the running members, but in fact, most of his eyes were focused on Song Jianqiu, not knowing what he was thinking.

The final result, naturally, is undoubtedly Song Jianqiu got the first.

In the third place, to the last lap, when the last two hundred meters remained, she began to exert her strength, in the excited cheering of Li Chuyan and others, she easily overtook the top two one after another, and reached the finish line.

Although the victory was very easy for her, and even felt like a bit of a bully, she still enjoyed the celebration of a few girls, but she sighed a little, this is her high school career, compared to her previous high school life, it is far more monotonous and boring than now.

After the women's competition, the three-day sports meeting of Nan'an High School came to an end, and with the final concentration on the playground, listening to the scores of each class read out on the radio station, the first place in the first grade of high school fell to the third class, that is, Song Jianqiu's class.

Knowing the ranking, the third class of the first year of high school immediately cheered, and then the next day of the holiday, which also made everyone happy.

Night is falling.

A huge city, after all, can't avoid the bright lights and green nightlife.

In less than three months, there were gradually more pedestrians on the streets of Asan City at night, and more supper stalls and bars outside were reopened and started business.

However, it is still sparsely populated compared to the past, and it will still take more time to adapt to recover.

No matter how many times it is, Litong Milk can't get tired of seeing the night view of the city.

Especially from the initial busyness to the gradual desertion now, for him, in fact, not much has changed.

After all, looking down from the height of more than 30 floors, you can't see how many pedestrians there are on the street, only a little light, like stars in the night sky, in the dark night, no one knows how many turbulent undercurrents flow in this seemingly calm city.

The moonlight was getting brighter and brighter, and it seemed that even the area was a little larger.

But the more this is the case, the better the situation is for him, and his mood is naturally more and more pleasant.

Especially today, he also received a message: Meng Changtao is dead!

It stands to reason that at the time of the immortal method, when Taoguang is in obscurity, he should be distressed when he loses an elder with advanced cultivation, but in fact, his own family knows his own affairs, and the immortal method seems to be a skinny camel bigger than a horse, but there are still people inside who want to divide this corpse into five horses, and even knock on the bone and suck the marrow!

One of the biggest representatives of this is Meng Changtao!

Relying on his advanced cultivation, he not only secretly divided the resources of the Immortal Method, but also did not do anything less to seize power, resulting in he, the master of the hall, being hindered a lot when he was acting in the sect, and had to show weakness to the enemy, secretly cultivating and supporting his henchmen and strength, waiting for the opportunity to fight back.

I thought that this opportunity would take a long time, but I didn't expect that Meng Changtao would die! It was also something he didn't expect.

Although Meng Changtao's death deserves his vigilance, he also took this opportunity to release several of his henchmen, including Ghost Ji, to collect Meng Changtao's resources and manpower in the name of rectification, and take the opportunity to clear some of the rebels.

In this way, it is inevitable that there will be bloodshed, but for him, it is still worth it.

This is the same as pus in the injured part, only by digging up the pus, blood and flesh and bandaging it again, the injury can be healed!

Li Gongru believed that after this rectification, most of the resources of the Immortal Law would be returned to his hands, and his strength would be even stronger, and when he implemented his plan, he would advance faster without internal shackles!

Thinking about it all the time, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, drank all the red wine in the cup in one gulp, turned around and was about to return to the coffee table to pour another glass, but was surprised to find that a boy who looked like a high school student was sitting on the sofa opposite with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Who are you?!"

Li Gongru was shocked, when did this boy come? How long have you been sitting here? He didn't even notice it! If the other party had made a move before, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to react at all!

He raised his vigilance suddenly, and put his right hand on his waist, which seemed natural and casual, but in fact he touched the talisman paper on his waist, and once the other party made any abnormal move, he would make a move instantly.

"Long time no see! Sect Leader Li! ”

However, compared to Li Gongru's nervousness and vigilance, the high school boy seemed very relaxed, curled the corners of his mouth, and opened his mouth to reveal Li Gongru's identity as the sect leader, and judging from the tone, it seemed that he was very familiar with him.

"Who are you?!"

Li Gongru was shocked, looked the boy in front of him up and down, and looked at the age of sixteen or seventeen years old, his appearance was very unfamiliar, it could be said that he didn't know him at all, but the other party knew his identity as the sect leader, and the tone of his voice was also full of a sense of superiority.

"Can't you even hear my voice?"

If Song Jianqiu saw this boy, he would naturally know that he was Ma Fucheng! This boy, who was in the same class as her in junior high school and in the same class as her in high school, showed a completely different appearance at this time, his body was full of an evil aura, and when he raised his eyes to look at Li Gongru, there was a green light in his eyes, and the evil intention was Ling Ran.

His voice when he spoke was indeed different from that of Ma Fu's own voice.

After being reminded at this time, Li Gongru carefully distinguished, and there was a faint feeling of familiarity, but he was not sure, and couldn't help but ask with some hesitation: "Yes...... Soul Envoy? ”

"It's me!" Ma Fucheng stood up with a smile on his face, and a black and green mixture of black and green appeared on his body.

Between the rolling of this black mist, it was faintly like a skull, and the momentum was compelling.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's slower today, mainly because it's in the finishing stage now, in order to foreshadow some of the future and make the plot more natural, so a lot of things have to be explained, but I don't know how to arrange it!! So the latest update will probably be in the afternoon – of course, I'll try to update in the morning! By the way, it's almost the end of the month, ask for a wave of subscriptions!! Thank you!

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