The temporary residence of S.H.I.E.L.D., Iron Man Tony Stark's Stark Industrial Building.

"We must find the evil god Loki before he opens the spatial door, as a superhero, do you have this confidence?"

S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury said.

Iron Man Tony Darkk frowned and replied: "Of course there is confidence, but faith alone cannot complete the task, we need more information that will allow us to find Loki's information." ”

Captain America Steve Rogers shrugged his shoulders, "Don't look at me, you all know, I don't know much about this world, and I can't help even if I want to." ”

The Black Widow asked, "Isn't Loki moving at all right now?" ”

Nick Fury spat for almost ten minutes, still feeling unpleasant and wanting to continue, when he suddenly heard someone coughing heavily in the hallway behind him.

"What do you cough cough, do you still talk about hygiene, don't talk about morality, what do you become...... Ah, hello Principal Jia! ”

Nick Fury thought it was Lu Mang coughing, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly turned around, and when he saw that it was the principal, he hurriedly greeted the principal.

Jia Zhengjun, the principal of the eighteenth middle school, glanced at Nick Fury fiercely, and did not open his mouth to reprimand, but smiled flatteringly to the old man with a majestic face next to him: "Teacher Zuo, this is the classroom of the fourth class of our eighteenth high school, there are many good seedlings, do you want to go in and have a look?" ”

Teacher Zuo? It sounds familiar.

Lu Mang, who was accumulating anger, moved in his heart, looked up, and saw the tall and dignified old man beside the principal.

This person seems to be very familiar, why can't he remember where he has seen it?

Lu Mang scratched his head, his eyes were confused, and he thought about it seriously, but he didn't think of anything after all, so he had to lower his head again to avoid being spit on by Nick Fury again.

This old man Lu Mang has indeed seen it, it is Zuo Changfeng who beat Fu Luo to the ground in his house yesterday. The reason why he couldn't remember it was because before Zuo Changfeng left last night, he personally used the "Heart Suppression Technique" to seal his memory for a short time.

With Zuo Changfeng's cultivation, it is normal for Lu Mang not to remember, and it is strange that he can recall the memories of that time.

Zuo Changfeng's face also flashed with surprise when he saw Lu Mang who was looking up, he didn't expect to meet Lu Mang here.

But after thinking about it, he accidentally discovered the dog demon when he was inspecting the third middle school yesterday, and then met Lu Mang in Caili Village in the eastern suburbs because of various coincidences.

Today, he came to Donghai No. 18 Middle School in the community of Caili Village to inspect and select students, this Lu Mang seems to be a student of No. 18 Middle School, and it is normal to meet him.

If you can meet it for two days in a row, maybe it's also a chance.

Zuo Changfeng smiled indifferently, turned his head to stop looking at Lu Mang, and waved his hand to refuse Principal Jia Zhengjun's proposal: "Forget it today." The college has recently been completed, and it is not yet time for official enrollment, so it is enough for me to come to Principal Jia to say hello to you and convey the spirit of the above. ”

"As for the specific inspection matters, it is better to wait for the academy to make preparations, and then I will bring someone to disturb Principal Jia."

"Don't bother, don't bother." Jia Zhengjun sneered, "Teacher Zuo went to No. 3 Middle School yesterday and came to our No. 18 Middle School today, this is already my great honor, how can it be disturbing?" If this is also an interruption, I wish Mr. Zuo would come and disturb every day! ”

Principal Jia was polite. That's it for today, I'll go to the Ninth Middle School later. Zuo Changfeng responded indifferently, and then took the lead in walking towards the corridor, Jia Zhengjun hurriedly followed, and continued to flatter Zuo Changfeng.

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Being disturbed by the principal like this, Nick Fury didn't have the heart to reprimand Lu Mang, and waved his hand casually: "Go in!" The next time you're late, don't go into the classroom! ”

Lu Mang was reprimanded by Nick Fury for so long, and his mood was extremely depressed, but who called someone a class teacher, and he was just a senior dog?

Don't think so much, stick to this year, and you'll be free in the future.

Lu Mang followed into the classroom with a gloomy face, looked around, but saw that the classroom was basically full, and there was only one vacant seat in the middle of the eight girls in the front row.

He didn't want to sit in this kind of position under the teacher's nose, not to mention eating chalk ash every day, and he had to be monitored by the teacher all the time.

He wanted to sit in the back seat the most, where he could relax and not be as restrained as the front row, but now the back row was so crowded that not even an ant could squeeze in.

Under Nick Fury's cold gaze, Lu Mang could only squeeze from behind several girls to the unoccupied position.

The third year of high school is promoted from the second year, and except for a few people, most of them are classmates in the original class, and they are very familiar with it. Just like where Lu Mang is sitting now, he knows the other six of the seven girls except for their current classmates.

Some people may envy Lu Mang for sitting in the middle of a group of girls and enjoying the sound of warblers, but Lu Mang will not envy himself at all.

He knows the character of these girls, they are making a lot of noise, if he sits here all the time, and is bombarded by the twitter of these girls every day, he must be crazy for a long time.

Fortunately, this is only a temporary seat, and it is estimated that it will not be long before Nick Fury will be re-seated with his results, so that he can sit back in the back row as he wishes.

After Lu Mang sat down in his seat and put down his schoolbag, he knew why no one was willing to sit in this position.

He had just glanced at it casually before, and didn't look closely, thinking that this girl was as unpopular as he was. Now that I take a serious look, it turns out that there is a school flower-level beauty next to me.

Jet-black hair tied up in a single ponytail, a simple white shirt with sand-washed light blue jeans, blue and white low-waisted sneakers, and the sleeves are very casually pulled behind the elbows, looking refreshing and capable.

Looking at the face shape again, it is a straight line from the forehead to the chin, and I heard that this is the most perfect straight side face, and those who have this face shape have the potential to become big stars.

Then Lu Mang carefully admired the side face of the school flower at the same table, the white and red face, the straight nose bridge, and the slightly thicker but extremely heroic eyebrows, which gave her beauty a sharp feeling.

This is a woman who is beautiful, elegant, and noble, so beautiful that people are intimidating, so elegant that people are ashamed of themselves, and so noble that people can't look at it directly.

No wonder no one is willing to sit in a position next to her, who is willing to sit and be abused when she looks like a demon.

No matter how beautiful a girl is, sitting next to her will become a green leaf to accompany the safflower, and no matter how handsome the boy is, she will cover the brilliance and become an inconspicuous grass.

Even those filthy guys who are capable of selling obscenity don't have the courage to be presumptuous in front of her.

Even those boys who have seriously excessive hormone secretion don't dare to think about her in any obscenity, but just want to run away from it.

If Lu Mang had a choice, he would not want to sit here. It's not because of anything else, but because I don't want to be despised cow dung.

Although no one would have thought that this flower might be planted in his pile of cow dung, it did not prevent those people from pointing fingers at him, and he did not think about flowers, so why bother to stand in front of those people's hidden peeping eyes?