"The special commonality makes them suddenly close, but more often than not, they are never friends," the black fat man explains. But friends have a very effective catalyst, know what? ”

All those present could only shake their heads.

In fact, some people know the answer, such as Xia Chenghao, but he doesn't want to be a bird.

The black fat man mentioned another concept, which is called a gift, which is actually equivalent to having studied in the Super Academy, and for all the students, this term is not unfamiliar. What it represents is a token in interpersonal communication, and it is a number of items traded between people to enhance their feelings. So what role will he play in the words of the black fat man today?

For the killer students, will gifts be as important as a smile in their future work?

So for the next week, the black fat man trained these people every day on how to give gifts to others, which sounds a bit fantastical, so that every student here knows that it is really important.

This kind of class is a bit boring, but all people have to take it, no one can escape such a class, for the killers, dancing and making guns is their job, but for Red Moon One, it is his ultimate dream to make these children become talents

After a few weeks, the fat man basically got acquainted with his students, and these children were all very capable, but unfortunately they had become very stupid.

Time flies quickly, and Xia Chenghao is about seventeen years old this year.

He knew that he had completely erased from his sister's memory, and that even if he returned to Grace now, there would be no miracle. So is the dream he's been remembering wrong or is he waking up? No one will give him an answer, only he can find the answer.

She sat alone in the room, with a large desk across from her piled high leather-covered old books, and the person who was supposed to be a mentor was studying an e-book with a magnifying glass in his hand. It looks very incongruous, how fashionable the e-book is, and the magnifying glass is very antique.

When he walked into Xia Chenghao, he found that inside the electronic display screen was a scanned copy of a real book. The effect is very realistic, just like the bound books of the ancient earth.

This tutor's white hair was messy, he brushed his hair away with his hands from time to time, and kept muttering to himself, and his facial expressions were also extremely exaggerated, sometimes frowning, sometimes laughing, just ignoring Xia Chenghao completely.

It was as if the kid next to him had never existed, and his heart was only in his book.

Xia Chenghao stood quietly like this, and four hours passed in a blink of an eye, and the child was already slightly impatient, so he coughed lightly.

The old tutor didn't react at all, still immersed in the book.

, so Xia Chenghao coughed heavily, but it was still ineffective, and it seemed that there was nothing to be done about it.

"It turned out to be a fake book, I thought it was real!" Xia Chenghao muttered to himself.

"Who told you it's fake!" The old man suddenly jumped up, revealing his face, and raised his two gray eyebrows.

His goal was nothing more than to get the old man's attention.

For a long time, Xia Chenghao's biggest pain may be loneliness, although there is Jenny here, but other than that, he has almost no other friends. There was a Mason before, but he had been deeply betrayed.

This seems to have made him go back to ten years ago, when Xia Chenghao had no friends, and An Xiaoya, who was with him, was not his friend, but Xia Chenghao's only flesh-and-blood relative

In the years of the scorching Mars, Xia Chenghao has met almost all opponents, even the students are sometimes companions, but sometimes they are enemies, and the person who is still by his side tonight may kill you tomorrow, or you will stab a knife into his chest with your own hands.

Xia Chenhao himself has done such a thing.

On the Planet of Fire, the concept of time is superfluous, and in the world of the Red Moon, friendship is a luxury. He can't buy it with any amount of money, and if he must say what he can buy, it can only be a life for a life.

There was a table in the humble room, and the notes with the numbers written on them were placed squarely on the table. Xia Chenghao just glanced at it quickly, then turned around and walked out of the room, without any nostalgia.

This time it was another mission aimed at death, like the battle of the crater last year, a duel of life or death.

Xia Chenghao walked slowly on the path leading to the sea cliff, slowly looking at the surrounding scenery as he walked, his clothes fluttered lightly when the wind rose, and his hair moved with the wind.

"Go so slowly! This guy is scared! In the small study on the first day of the red moon, the middle-aged gentleman said impatiently.

In that small three-story building far away from the coast, as he had done ten years ago, the middle-aged gentleman once again made a bet with the woman. In fact, the last game has not yet been decided, which can be regarded as adding chips in the middle.

"I really appreciate him like this, walking slowly, quite heroic." The middle-aged woman said that not only did she not look old at all over the years, but she seemed much younger.

Hearing the woman's words, Red Moon No. 1's eyes flashed coldly, but he didn't say anything.

"What heroic? I think I'm still scared! The middle-aged gentleman sneered coldly.

Ten years ago, he was not optimistic about this child, and ten years later, he is still not optimistic about him, and he has not learned a lesson from this. Xia Chenhao, you stand out, in the eyes of a middle-aged gentleman, it seems that it is not entirely by his ability, maybe more of an ingredient is luck.

"What do you know? This kid is trying to conserve his strength, and the time is not up anyway, and if he shows up too early, he will only make himself upset. "Red Moon One coldly interfaced.

In the corner where the middle-aged gentleman could see, a strong boy bent down. He was Mason, carefully untying and slowly tying his shoelaces, and then starting to arrange his collar again.

"What is he waiting for?" He asked coldly, he had lost too many times over the years.

"You've already lost so much anyway, what's the hurry!" A sneer appeared at the corner of the middle-aged woman's mouth.

"Who said I was in a hurry, I just wanted to see how these two guys died!" The middle-aged gentleman smiled slightly, but there was a hint of smugness in his eyes.

The woman smiled even more, as if she was going to overwhelm the middle-aged gentleman from her aura. "I know you're not convinced, but I can give you a chance to turn it over."

"Humph!" The middle-aged gentleman took out a cigar, stretched out two fingers and slowly cut off the head, and rubbed his middle index finger slightly at the cigar head.

I don't know what kind of method he used, but this may be beyond the power of the Red Moon Cleaner.