"Students, let's continue to practice a set of mock papers in this class."

The computer class in the freshman and sophomore year, for Qiao Jinxin and her liberal arts students, is just to prepare for the first-level B exam.

When it comes to such a class, most people are absent-minded, either secretly swiping their mobile phones below, or directly using the desktop in front of them to log in to their various social media accounts, watch the dynamics, and step on the space.

Qiao Jinxin is quite honest, first brushed two sets of questions, it feels good to do it, look at both sides, and start to think about other things.

Her mobile phone is second-hand, and a lot of software is used for flashback, not to mention that she is not willing to give up the poor traffic every month.

Of course it's fun to be able to prostitute in class.

She boarded QQ with great interest, and immediately the news flashing in the lower right corner sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

She has a dialog box, a dialog box opens, but these messages are all from one person. It's all photos, and occasionally a few small videos.

She clicked on the big picture and browsed it one by one, from far and near shooting angles, all in the same place, a dilapidated alley with sewage flowing.

A brand new black suitcase, almost sunk in a disgusting bucket of swill.

The old air-conditioner vertical machine in the microcomputer room was sprayed directly at her buzzing and coaxing, blowing her mouth dry, and her hand holding the mouse was completely wet with sweat, and it was sticky and a little difficult to control.

She muttered quietly, "Impossible, impossible, impossible." ”

The hand began to quickly fork off all the pages of photos.

As for that video, she didn't dare to open it in such a public place at all.

Like an ostrich, she craned her neck and looked around vigilantly.

Everyone's full energy was focused on the screen in front of them, but luckily she was sitting in the last row.

She steadied herself, swallowed hard, and clicked on the pitch-black avatar.

The profile is empty, and the place of ownership is abroad.

In less than a second, the black and swarthy head in the lower right corner jumped like a ghost.

If you don't want things to be revealed, do as I say.

Who are you?

She trembled her hands on the keyboard, crackled for a long time, deleted, typed, deleted, and finally typed only three words in the dialog box.

A kind person passing by.

At this end of the screen, in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the presidential suite in a five-star hotel, a handsome man sipping coffee comfortably, folded his legs, looking at it with satisfaction, on all fours, lying at his feet, wearing a delicate black iron necklace, a young girl without an inch.

She rubbed her head against the man's trouser legs, and with her small tongue, she began to lick the well-made Italian leather shoes he was pushing.

The man felt the strangeness, the expression on his face was obscure, he lowered his head without mercy, kicked the girl's side face hard, and took off the leather shoes on his feet directly and neatly in disgust, and smashed them all together without pity, and crawled to the corner of the girl's bare smooth back in pain.

"Woo woo, woo woo"

The girl's mouth was like a miserable dog's wail.

He stepped barefoot step by step, stepping on the high-end goose down blanket, condescending, expressionless, pouring the piping hot coffee completely on the girl's face, especially the red tongue that had just licked himself.

"Ahh

The girl gasped in pain, and finally let out a painful moan that belonged to a human voice.

"I hate hypocrisy and deception above all else."

The man sneered coldly, the silver coffee cup in his hand fell, and after rolling half a circle, he lay innocently on the red carpet.

The tree-lined paths of the G University campus.

"On a sunny noon, slowly knead these words, pour in hot water, and brew a cup of tea with emotions. In the curling smoke, there are words gradually rising, and there are different thoughts and souls floating up and down. Hello everyone, this is still the familiar Mark. ”

The soothing and beautiful music on the university campus radio, accompanied by a low, just right and languid male voice, is the dream lover of many girls.

Qiao Jinxin, a sophomore girl, carried a schoolbag on one shoulder, with her hands in the pockets of her often worn jacket and hooded sweater, and always felt that the eyes around her were following her, whispering in groups. Even deliberately approached.

The flash and clicking sound of the mobile phone made her at a loss.

The physical and mental discomfort familiar from her youth, like a huge black whirlpool, rushed towards her with teeth and claws, trying to completely envelop her.

Two burly men in black leather clothes, either holding or holding men's handbags, frequently inquired about the situation of passing students, carefully took out a notebook to make records, and also showed photos for identification.

Putting on her hat, she lowered her head and quickened her pace, but instead became the focus of passers-by on both sides.

"Is this the girl the school forum said it was?"

"I guess, the hoodie in the photo is exactly the same as what she's wearing now!"

"Is that the one who pushed the bedfellow down the stairs?"

"Oh my God? Really? The female version of Maccabius! ”

"Oh my God, it's so scary, it can't be an antisocial personality, why is such a person still wandering around the school, and the security department doesn't care?"

With her peripheral vision, she saw the two burly men following the direction of a passerby's finger, noticing her presence, her steps getting faster and faster, and finally running directly on the avenue.

"Stop!"

A burst of cheers rang out.

She didn't dare to have a trace of slackness, the wind under her feet, in order to get rid of the two behind her, she tried her best, she was not running aimlessly, braked and turned left, stepped across several steps, rushed straight to the third floor, and turned the doorknob at the same time, directly with the strength of the whole body, knocked it away.

The people inside, hearing this sudden, loud sound of "Peng", hurriedly stood up, turned their heads to see the person who came, rolled their eyes with a little surprise, and took off their headphones.

While lowering his voice, he made a quiet gesture to Qiao Jinxin.

"Qiao Jinxin, what are you doing?"

At this time, the whole campus is flooded, and the anchor Xu Min, who is also Mark, has just carefully selected a song "I will always love me".

Qiao Jinxin was stunned for only a second, then quickly reflexively took it and locked the door.

In just an instant, she snatched the standing microphone on Xu Min's desk, and everyone in the entire campus frowned and covered their ears with a loud current sound.

"Hello students! I'm Qiao Jinxin from the Level 12 Bioengineering Department! ”

"Qiao Jinxin, are you crazy?"

The quiet afternoon on campus was completely shattered in this way.

"I don't know if you have read a post in the campus forum, which has been forwarded by more than one million, and it has earned enough eyeballs from the title, what "Surprise! The female version of Maccabius creates an accident for a small friction, and her roommate's blood is splashed on the rooftop. ”

"Those few photos with ambiguous movements, taken so blurry, pretending to be as smart as you, can actually pick up human flesh on my head, the question is is the truth?"

"Qiao Jinxin, you're enough, give it back to me, don't make trouble!"

Xu Min reached out to grab it, but when he saw Qiao Jinxin turn to look at him, his blood-red eyes were also a little frightened.

"Qiao Jinxin, calm down and give me the microphone."

He softened his tone and patiently persuaded him.

"Peng! Peng, Peng! ”

Outside the radio room, the two burly men had arrived, elbowed up, ready to slam the door open with brute force.

"Qiu Xiaoning, do you think that the dirty things you are doing with those ground snakes are so unaware?"

She began to go crazy, and her words did not match the afterword.

"Peng! Bom！ ”

"Don't move!"

A burst of dust droplets from the walls flew all over the sky. Although the two burly men didn't run fast enough, their physique was really good, and they slammed the door of the broadcasting room open.

The first thing he did when he came in was to push Qiao Jinxin to the ground, tie his hands behind his back, and take out a big silver iron "bracelet" from his trouser pocket, and put it on the card to torture him.

"Qiu Xiaoning, I won't let you go!"

At the last moment, Qiao Jinxin gritted his teeth and said cruel words that were slightly heartbreaking, but they were transmitted to every corner of the campus through the radio microphone.

"My lord, there is a Mr. Qiao outside the door who claims to be your classmate and asks to see him."

"Mr. Joe? Which Mr. Joe? ”

Now that he has returned to the tax yamen for the second time, Tong Huaixin, who is an idle supernumerary, has gone through ups and downs, and has gradually become pure, simple, moved to a secluded residence, and his mentality has become peaceful.

"Lord Tong, how are you doing?"

The man who came had already led them into the house. After standing under the eaves of the corridor for a long time, when he saw Tong Huaixin personally come out to greet him, he turned around with a smile.

"You are?"

"Why, it's only been three or four years, and I don't recognize anyone?"

As he spoke, Mr. Qiao smiled and deliberately except for the mask on his face, he still had that pretty little face, but compared with before, he was a little more mature and confident, and his eyebrows revealed a good heroic spirit.

As a result, Qiao Jinxin returned from studying for three years.

It's just that her current identity to the outside world is Mr. Yamashita's special envoy and the little emperor's political adviser.

Mr. Qiao Ming.

"You, why are you back?"

Tong Huaixin was surprised and incoherent, he always thought that the farewell at the dock three years ago was afraid that it would be the last time for the two of them in this life and this life.

"It's not for the sake of changing the law, the little emperor originally wrote a trust to the teacher Yamashita , but the teacher is not in good health, so he can only send me, a closed disciple, to do it for him."

"In other words, so many of you have learned from all walks of life when you crossed over to the East and stayed abroad, but this advanced ideology and concept have not been used for reference."

A few people talked all the way, and they had already taken their seats from the zigzag corridor all the way to the study. The only subordinate added tea one by one and retreated.

"You're cold enough."

Qiao Jinxin took a sip of the cup and looked at it.

"This person likes to sharpen his head and drill into a rich and noble place, my place is so poor and sour, naturally no one cares."

"Before I came back, Mr. Yamashita specifically mentioned you."

"How?"

"Tong Huaixin," Qiao Jinxin did not answer him directly, but put down the teacup and stood up solemnly.

Tong Huaixin didn't know why, so he got up together in confusion.

"The intention of this change is to strengthen the country, change the situation of poverty and weakness, and prevent tens of thousands of compatriots from being slaves to the country. But the road ahead is unknown, and the danger is unpredictable. ”

"So, Mr. Tong, would you like to fight with us?"

"Good!"

Holding Qiao Jinxin's calloused hand, Tong Huaixin felt the strength.

"It's just that you also have to pay attention to hiding your identity, Gu Weijun is also in Beijing."

"Okay."

This last kind reminder made Qiao Jinxin suddenly feel up and down. In the end, her decision to accept the mission this time and come back was correct or not.