Los Angeles University, Gulin Campus.

The whistle sounded one after another in the football field, basketball court and square, and the four-hour morning training finally ended.

From the perspective of drone aerial photography, the new students are like a piece of matcha ice cream thrown into the scorching sun, quickly melting into a trickle and pouring into two cafeterias and various supermarkets and kiosks on the Gulin campus.

Probably the rainstorm that lasted for a few days before made the freshmen recover, after the morning training most of the freshmen are still energetic, walking on the road gossiping about various topics of interest, I don't know who shouted "look at the drone", thousands of camouflage green hats in front of the canteen were lifted in turn, as if a stone was thrown into the green ocean, setting off layers of ripples.

The thin and weak Fu Cheng was in this green sea, and he stopped helplessly.

He was thin and small, living like a compass, and he was caught between the sweaty hearts of several people, and he really couldn't move.

Anyway, there was nothing to do, Fu Cheng just looked up at the sky like everyone else beside him.

To be precise, to look at the drones in the sky.

More than a dozen drones of different models but equally cool hovered over Akihito Square, seemingly trying to form a formation, but due to the uneven level of the pilots, they always flew at different altitudes and did not dare to get too close to each other.

For some reason, Fu Cheng suddenly had an illusion, as if there were a pair of eyes staring at him in the air, but when he squinted his eyes and took a closer look, no drone aimed the camera at his location.

Also, who would pay attention to a sling that is so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary? Fu Cheng grinned wryly and laughed at himself silently.

"Look!! I heard that it can be folded, and it is about the size of a slap when folded! A passer-by who knew the goods shouted in surprise, and he straightened his arm like a javelin and pointed it into the air, "And the Phantom Elf series, the Spirit Eye series, wow, where are there so many drones?" ”

"It seems to be from our Luoda UAV Association?"

"No, I went to see them when the club recruited new recruits last month, and I don't remember so much."

Seeing that the freshmen were chatting hotly, Fu Cheng was not interested, he looked down at his phone, and his heart was even more dry.

Bringing meals to roommates, helping with cleaning, helping with orders, helping to write experiment reports after class, and so on, Fu Cheng has been doing this for a whole year, and he doesn't dare to complain at all.

Fu Cheng is not stupid, nor is he stupid, the reason why he was bullied and did not dare to propose to change dormitories was because he needed grants and scholarships.

The national scholarship and provincial government scholarship selected at the beginning of the sophomore year all need outstanding results, and the foundation is not good, and they have to work part-time to earn living expenses, so they don't have much time to devote to their studies, so they can only focus on school-level scholarships and grants, and these two scholarship awards are determined by the selection of counselors and class cadres.

Unfortunately, among Fu Cheng's five roommates, one is the nephew of the college secretary, the other is the deputy class president, and one is a brother like the counselor.

Fu Cheng didn't dare to offend his roommates, and he didn't know how to fit in with them, so he could only do what he could to please them, hoping to get closer to him and win school-level scholarships and grants.

Seeing that the green army was about to arrive and occupy the canteen, Fu Cheng was anxious and annoyed, but fortunately, at this time, the drones suddenly dispersed, each flying in different directions, and the freshmen gathered around the COS giraffes were probably tired of seeing it, and they retracted their eyes to shift their targets and launched a new march towards the canteen.

Fu Cheng rushed into the cafeteria with him, struggling in the sea of people who were shoulder-to-shoulder, struggling with his feet and feet, passing five levels and killing six generals, and it took a lot of effort to break into the window of the monopoly donburi fried rice.

"Shredded carrot and pork bowl, cucumber shredded pork rice bowl, potato shredded meat rice bowl, tomato and egg rice bowl, and fried fat sausage ......"

Before the name of the dish was reported, he was pushed aside again, and Fu Cheng was so anxious that he stomped his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

I thought that I would definitely be cut in line, and I would have to wait for half an hour, but I didn't expect that a few minutes later, Fu Chengcheng heard someone next to him shouting: "It's okay to eat rice!" Five rice bowls are ready! ”

"So fast?" Fu Cheng perked up and squeezed back to the window, and at a glance saw two plastic bags placed in front of the window, and five lunch boxes were neatly placed inside.

"Hey, I usually have to wait for a long time when there are few people, but today is really surprisingly fast." Fu Cheng picked up the plastic bag and walked out, and suddenly muttered, "Strange, did I say pack and take it away just now?" Why didn't they plate me and put it in a box? ”

"Well, I guess I often see me coming over alone to buy a few meals, knowing that I'm not here to eat. Well, it should be. Fu Cheng persuaded himself, didn't think about it anymore, and walked out of the cafeteria quickly.

After walking through the boulevard, walking through the asphalt road, and the dormitory building in front of him, Fu Cheng quickened his pace again, he wanted to deliver the meal early, and hurry up to go to the library to review his homework.

At this time, a figure walked out of the corner of the building in front of him and walked towards Fu Cheng head-on.

Fu Cheng couldn't help but look at him twice, the weather is so hot, there are too many vests, and there are still people wearing hooded sweatshirts and masks? Aren't you afraid of heat stroke?

Seeing that this strange man was getting closer and closer to him, Fu Cheng chuckled in his heart, suddenly felt bad, and subconsciously turned his shoulders sideways and changed directions.

The strange man wearing the mask stopped and did not walk towards Fu Cheng again, but looked behind Fu Cheng and remained motionless.

Fu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was most likely a mental illness, and he didn't dare to look behind him, so he trotted all the way back to the dormitory with his head bored.

Until Fu Cheng walked into the door of the dormitory building, the mask weirdo didn't turn his head to look, his gaze seemed to be frozen, and he always stayed on the opposite alley.

In the shade of a tree stood a middle-aged man, dressed in a white tank top, shorts and flip-flops, with half of his head bare, reflecting the sunlight, and a ring of unkempt hair around the back of his head, a look that looked like an important character in the movie "Kung Fu."

The fattened version of the Huoyun Evil God with his hands behind his back, looking at the mask monster with a smile, raising his chin defiantly, and showing his inner activities vividly with disdainful eyes, which can't help but remind people of a classic line.

Where the middle-aged man couldn't see, a live-loaded pistol was ready to go.

Where the mask freak couldn't see, the two willow leaf flying knives flashed with a cold glow.

The re-collision of the two eyes ignited the hot air, and the tense atmosphere that was about to erupt exploded.

The mask freak took out his pistol with extremely fast movements, and suddenly raised his hand to aim the muzzle of the gun at his temple, causing the middle-aged man to be stunned on the spot.

"Bang bang!"