Mira was waiting for me at the entrance of the 10th floor passage with her back against the wall, and when she saw me coming up, she looked at the punk on her wrist and said to me, "59 seconds......"

"You have so much strength...... I asked, gasping for breath.

"Who told you to stay at home," Mira sighed.

I ignored her and walked like a walking corpse against the wall in the direction of the classroom. Just in case I made a mistake, Mira walked behind me and walked into the classroom.

Entering the classroom, I found a random seat, and then with a "bang", I got on my stomach.

"Is her head made of iron?" Mira complained.

"You didn't hit it yet!" I was tempted to say it, but I was already weak at this point.

Mila patted me on the table, and I moved my body forward slightly, and she went in.

"What's wrong with you?" Mira looked at me lying on the table, "Could it be that your motor nerves are weakened by your IQ?" ”

I still ignored her and continued to lie on the table thinking about my own business: to be honest, since my mother and father went out, I basically didn't get the proper training, and basically lived a carefree life at home, and just like that, after two months, I didn't decide to leave home until I received the school admission notice.

"Hey, hey, don't sleep! Get up! Mira quickly woke me up.

I looked up slightly and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"The instructor is here!" Following Mira's words, I looked towards the classroom door.

A brown-haired man walked into the classroom, about forty years old, the scars of the years left on his handsome face. He was very strong, and he could faintly see the muscular lines wrapped in the suit.

He walked to the podium and said in a rough voice: "Hello everyone, I am your instructor and your instructor for the training of the cold weapon combat system in the future, I personally introduced me to your punk, first ......"

"Semuel Child." Mira turned on the punk and muttered, "Hey, Luna!" She said to me with some excitement.

"What's wrong again?"

"Take a look at the introduction to punk." With that, Mira quickly clicked the punk off my wrist with her hand.

It reads: Semuel Child, a high-ranking Overseer officer and son of the founder of the Shadow Warriors Alliance, learned the art of "One Sword" at the age of six, won first place in the "Arena of Death" competition at the age of eight, joined the Overseers at the age of thirty-one, and entered the Overseer Academy at the age of forty-one.

Reading this, the rest of the content becomes all gibberish.

I felt something strange and scratched my head vigorously.

Seeing that I was a little strange, Mira asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Don't you think it's strange?"

"Huh?"

"Why does the end of this article go directly to the age of thirty-one, could it be that he has crossed over the past ten years." I was halfway through my speech, stopped, and looked at Mira's expression.

Seeing that his face was still full of doubts, he looked at the ground and continued: "One more point, why is it only introduced here that he learned a first-class mastery at the age of five, if it is a mastery, then why is it not introduced in detail?" ”

"That's right." Mira said, "So what do you think is going on?" ”

"Shh I put my finger in front of my mouth and motioned for Mira to shut up, because I had an experiment to do later.

The classroom became noisy, Samuel coughed, regained his composure, and continued: "I am glad to meet you all gathered here today, with a few girls and most of the boys present, and I hope that you will stick to the Overseer's precepts in my future studies, and I will write down the precautions below. With that, Semeil turned his back to us and began to write on the blackboard.

"Mira, are you ready?"

"Hmm."

"Oops, 60 in conceptual literature, 13 in advanced mathematics, 30 in logical theory, and only 49 in the admission rank!" Mila took my report card and said aloud, "So low! Are you a pig? ”

The surrounding classmates all looked at Mira, very good, her words and deeds perfectly attracted attention.

I got up and scolded, "I want you to take care of it!" You're a three-eight! After scolding, I threw myself at her, trying to snatch the list back from her hand.

"Hey! Feed! Feed!! Samuel quickly turned around and stood on the podium and said.

Mira pushed me away hard and continued: "Don't worry, crane tail, I haven't finished talking yet, there are still actual combat credits, rapid-fire test 15, kendo 60, hand-to-hand combat 55, covert combat 96, just this result, you dare to come here!" With that, she slapped the report card hard in my face.

I pretended to be a little helpless, rushed up and scuffled with her, and in the middle of the way I pulled out the knife, and Mira grabbed my hand holding the knife, but I was still ready to stab it.

At this moment, a huge force knocked off the dagger in my hand, and when I looked up, it was Samuel, who, like a hunting leopard, appeared in the sky above us in an instant.

Then he pulled out a knife from his waist, it was a *, but it was beautiful, the red blade accompanied by electricity, and quickly sliced the knife into steel slag, then flipped back in the air and landed at the back of the classroom.

He turned, but before he could speak, I said, "Nice sonic slash, Mr. Samuel." ”

Samuel put away his knife and walked over to us.

"Luna! Hurry up and figure it out! Mira said to me eagerly, knowing full well that we were going to be fired for what we had just done.

I pointed to the electronic notepad in my hand and said, "The move just now should be your unique skill hidden in the character introduction!" I continued, "Should I call you by your name, or should I call your title, Whartont's Crimson Blade......"

At this point, Samuel stopped, his head bowed, and his surroundings became silent, and all kinds of puzzled eyes looked at us.

At this moment, the silence was broken by the announcement: Students, please hurry to the training ground outside the 10th floor to attend the entrance ceremony.

Samuel looked up, smiled at us, and then said loudly, "Alright, get me to the ceremony." ”

In the midst of another grumbling, the class stood up and walked towards the door. Mira and I followed, but soon our shoulders were grabbed.

It was Samuel, and he smiled at me and said, "Do you think that's the end of it?" Then he reached out and flicked my forehead hard.

"Teacher, we were wrong." Mira covered her forehead, then pressed me down with her hand as tears popped up on the side, bowing deeply in apology.

Samuel patted us on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I'll spare you this time, quick, follow." ”

"Thank you, teacher." With that, Mira and I cowered and ran towards the door.

As soon as I went out, I received another critical blow on my forehead, and I listened to it painfully, mixed with crying and said, "Why are you ......"

Before I could finish speaking, Mira reached out and grabbed my cheek again.

"Hurt ......"

"Are you really a pig?" Mira scolded, "I thought it was some interesting experiment! ”

"I thought you knew ......"

"How would I know!" As a result of my defense, Mira pushed harder, and saw that I was in so much pain that I could not speak.

Mira let go of her hand and continued, "Do you know the consequences? ”

"Know ......"

"Then you still do it!"

"I just want to get one experimental data......"

"And what do you get?"

"Mr. Samuel's true identity."

"Okay, don't talk about it, or I'll want to do it again!" Mira stopped me and led me into the crowd.

Suddenly I felt footsteps behind me, but when I turned around, it disappeared around the corner, and soon, we walked out of the crowd and we came to an open space next to the entrance to the square.

"Wait a minute!" Mira was a little flustered and kept stomping her feet, she wanted to go to the toilet.

But she knew that no one else would be close to me but her, and her expression was very distressed.

Seeing Mira's expression, I said, "Don't worry about me, let's go first." ”

"But you ......," Mira was a little worried.

"You take care of your own business, I'll take care of myself in a short time." Listening to my words, Mira breathed a sigh of relief and said to me reassuringly, "Well, then I'll go." ”

Mira hurried back to the teaching area, smiled back at me at the turn in the hallway, and disappeared at the end of the hallway.

Just as she turned, my punk light suddenly flashed.

"Huh, what's going on?" I turned on Digital Punk and it turned out to be a text message.

I read the text message, took two steps back in horror, covered my mouth with my hands, and looked up: a dark shadow scurried through the hallway where Mira had disappeared.

I immediately took back my notepad and ran in that direction, I hope I had a false alarm, and I prayed that nothing would happen to Mira, please, please.

Running to the end of the hallway, I immediately turned and ran a little forward, there was a toilet there, not sure for sure, but I thought Mira must be in it.

I stopped at the door of the toilet and the chandelier above me flickered, and I poked my head into the toilet, and the light inside was so faint that I could barely see anything inside. I swallowed my saliva and prepared to step inside.

Suddenly, the light above my head went out, and I subconsciously flicked the knife out of my sleeve and turned it on, always on the lookout.

"Are you sure you want to go in?" A mechanically made falsetto voice came, and I immediately turned around, bent my knees, raised the knife to my chest, and shouted, "Who is it!" ”

But the voice didn't stop because of the roar, and she continued, "Are you ready for the reincarnation of fate? ”

Hearing this, I lowered my head, and somehow, tears kept rolling in my dark eyes, "What the hell should I do......" Inexplicable fear reached my heart.

Suddenly, I was tapped on the shoulder, and then hurriedly swung my knife back.

But my attack was quickly blocked, "Hey, what are you doing?" "When I looked closely, it was Mira, who had a sturdy stick in her hand and blocked my attack.

I put away the knife in my hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the pair of sakura eyes in front of me full of doubts, "What's wrong?" ”

"Didn't you say you were going to be in the venue?"

"Look at this." I took the holographic projection of the punk and showed Mila that message.

"It can't be, right?" Mira looked at the message and said,

"Why is there a picture of me?"

"I don't know, but ......"

Before I could finish, Mila pushed me forward, and I saw a cold light appear in front of Mira.

In her panic, Mira made a fatal mistake: she blocked the blade with her hand......

Her hand was cut off, bright red blood gushed out of the wound, and I cried out, "Mira! Then he was about to stand up, but he was pressed down, "Don't move me!" ”

Then, Mira covered her wound and kept an eye on her surroundings, and the cold light disappeared.

"Mira, your hand." I still stood up disobediently.

But at this moment, the sign that confused my life direction came.

Mira quickly turned around, grabbed me, quickly spun around with me, swapped places, and pushed me to the ground again.

At that moment, I heard a "poof", and then I heard another sound of landing.

I raised my head slightly, looking in the direction the sound was coming from.

That moment finally came, and although it was not yet to the point of sudden realization, I still remember the feeling of that moment.

I looked up slightly: Mira was on the ground, red blood pouring from her side......