There was silence in the study.

This is a very spacious room. The desk and the large bookcase, the large crooked chair, the low cabinet with iron candlesticks, whether it is a table, a chair, or anything else, has a sense of magnificence that even the poet cannot describe, nay, perhaps it is because of the harmony and harmony that gives people this impression.

Leaning against the wall, there is a long decorative cabinet that displays a variety of ancient weapons that seem to have been used by medieval knights. Heavy spears made of steel and polished oak, as well as slender swords and other weapons, were densely packed inside.

There is a large standing clock in the corner, which, although the exact age of the old score is not identified, continues to move around today. Everywhere is spotless, unbelievably clean, bright and bright, reflecting the shadow of a person. The pendulum swayed gently, and although the sound of the dong dong was loud, it could not affect the atmosphere of the study, and the clock face was mottled and blurred because of the antiquity, but the numbers could still be faintly seen.

The owner of the study sat quietly at the desk, gently wiping the rimless glasses on his hand with a mirror cloth, and leaning lazily on the back of the chair in a casual posture.

I don't know how long it took for someone to come.

-- His butler.

"Sir, the eldest lady is back."

The butler, who was over fifty years old, had a straight waist, white temples, and eyes as sharp as a falcon, more like an Italian mafia than the traditional butler of the English aristocracy.

"She, how is she feeling?"

The master of the study asked without raising his head.

"It looks like it worked."

The butler's answer was a bit nondescript, but the master of the study understood the meaning.

Was it a success?

The master of the study slowly raised his head, his dark eyes filled with endless killing intent.

Even so, he remained expressionless.

"What a Professor Wei, he deserves to be the second-in-command of the General Staff Department."

“”

"Forget it, since Xin'er is so obligatory. Then let her hit her head and bleed. She's smart. Very smart, no matter what you learn, you can achieve something, but you can't see through the vast world outside the cage is actually just a cage, and our breathing is the real shackles. ”

He said as he put on his glasses.

A gentle smile emerges, and it stands out. Personable.

Despite being over forty years old, the sculptural face has not left any trace of age.

Lim Ho Ran, one of the members of the Supreme Parliament of the Federation.

Since the end of the war and the merger of dozens of national regimes, no one can shake his powerful position in Huaxia.

"Until she understands this, no flies are allowed to disturb her."

"Yes, sir."

The butler bowed slightly and exited the room.

In fact, there are still some things that have not been said, but it is useless to say them.

Lin Haoran tapped his finger on the personal terminal. A photograph popped up on the light curtain.

This is a half-length photograph of a private archive.

The photo is a young man, with a confident smile on his youthful face, his eyes are bright, and a sharp aura between his eyebrows is hidden.

“”

Lin Haoran was silent for a while, and his fingers continued to pull.

Still a photo.

It's still that young man.

But there are some subtle changes in temperament.

It's not that the whole person has become mature and stable, but a deeper change.

It's like a rebirth.

Obviously, the dates of these two photos are only less than two months apart.

Lin Haoran didn't care about what happened in the past two months, he only focused on the results.

"Letting [Fu Xing Darkness] return three times and twice, it's not something that a novice who has just come into contact with the 'mystery' can do, no matter what kind of insider story is hidden inside. Or if the traditionalist rats have any conspiracy, I won't allow anyone to take Xin'er away. ”

A murmur echoed silently. The dead silence of killing intent was like an anagonym crawling all over the study.

It's heart-wrenching and creepy.

*********************

-- The Tactical Exercise Contest is about to begin.

Just two days after the end of the holiday, the sudden news broke the daily peace.

"It's annoying, it's annoying, it's annoying."

Don't talk about it, in fact, everyone thinks so.

"It's definitely a conspiracy!"

Dong Peng held his head in his hands and screamed.

"Obviously, the tactical acting competition is held in June every year, why is it advanced by more than half a month this time!"

For students, the holidays are like sleeping. It's easy to dream, but it's hard to get out of bed.

"It was said that there were a few heavyweight VIPs coming, so the tournament was brought forward according to their schedule."

"How do you know?"

"Watch the news."

Ling Yi shrugged his shoulders slightly, it was also an accident to say that he was eating at the opposite door last night. I inadvertently heard a news report saying that so-and-so will visit China recently to participate in student activities.

"Huh." Dong Peng's face shook a few times, his eyes swept over the people in the classroom, and he said weakly: "Really, you can admit defeat, and you can't find the state at all." ”

"I'm sure you're not the only one bothered by this."

"I don't think you're nervous at all?"

"Have you seen when I've been nervous about competing in this kind of event?"

Ling Yi said disapprerovingly, it was not that he was arrogant, with his psychological element, he would not be nervous even if he spoke in front of people all over the world, let alone participating in the competition, and it was not the first time.

"Damn, I really don't want to lose."

"You just don't want to deduct credits."

"That's too blunt!"

The Tactical Drill Contest and the International Olympiad are of the same nature, not only in the Chinese region, but also in schools from other continents.

In times of peace, no international event is less than a battlefield.

Bonus is secondary, honor is the most important.

In particular, the tactical exercise contest can best reflect the abundance of military personnel resources in the country. Although the regimes are now merged, the historical contradictions between countries are not so easy to resolve.

You can't lose, and you can't afford to lose.

"Morale-boosting words, even if they are too much, are just words on paper, we have lost three times in a row, and objectively speaking, the difference between us and other teams is not big. The main problem is the on-the-spot play and pre-match intelligence gathering, which is traditionally up to you, and I won't interfere. In terms of the selection of the delegation, Lily. Cole was in charge and gave me the list three days later. ”

"Yes!"

The old professor's voice just fell. The blonde girl replied in a solemn voice.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, the students flocked to Lily. Cole's side, there are only ten places in the delegation, there are a total of sixty people in the class, and everyone has a one-in-six chance of being selected, if it were the past, they would definitely compete for it, but this time

"Class leader, I've been in poor health lately and can't participate."

This was one of the members of last year's delegation.

"Class leader. My grades are so bad, don't sign me up. ”

This is a student who is afraid of being caught.

"Class leader, I have something at home recently, and I really can't do it, please let me go."

This is a 'smart person' who has good grades but is still living in a dream and can't find the state for fear of being embarrassed and conspicuous.

"Class leader, I think XX is not bad, it's absolutely no problem to let him go."

This is a student who is lazy by nature and afraid of being caught, so he pulls people into the water

Lily. Cole looked at these undisciplined guys coldly, there were twenty or thirty people around her alone, and the rest of them sat either indifferently. Either they deliberately lower their sense of existence.

None of them can be relied on.

I can't help but feel a little disheartened.

She understands what these people think. This is not an ordinary competition, the school has participated in three times as a delegation from Huaxia District. Also lost three times.

For the first time, the seniors went with confidence and returned with a miserable defeat.

The second time, the seniors were determined to take revenge, but they missed the championship.

The third time, she and her companions made it to the finals, but lost due to a moment of negligence.

Fourth. That is, today.

All but her students lost confidence, and even last year's delegation members were mostly devastated by the blow.

The situation is even more dire than expected.

Lily. Cole frowned slightly, biting his lip slightly.

Something has to be done, but how?

"Hmph, a bunch of cowards."

A contemptuous voice interrupted her musings.

Lily. Cole looked up. A strange look on his face.

"Is there something wrong with Mo Yu?"

"I'm here to sign up!"

Mo Yu smiled sweetly, her biggest feature, who is only 1.6 meters tall, is 'three nothings'.

No figure, no appearance, no manners.

Of course, this is what people who are disgusted with her say.

Actually, it's Lily. In Cole's opinion, although this classmate sometimes speaks chokingly, he is telling the truth, he is not ugly, his skin is white, his facial features are elegant, his eyebrows are clear, and he is the type of little girl next door.

"Are you sure you want to sign up?"

Lily. Cole asked earnestly.

Infected by her attitude, Mo Yu restrained his smile and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, I'm going to sign up."

Is this a lot of people? Lily. Although Cole was a little bitter in his heart, he was more or less relieved.

As long as a few more members of last year's delegation were convinced, counting herself and Mo Yu, ten people would soon be full.

"Sorry captain, I'm not going to participate in this tournament." A young man declined with a wry smile.

"Why Ouyang, don't you want to redeem your honor?" Lily. Cole was a little unsure of what the other party was thinking.

"Huh." The young man shook his head and said in a low voice, "Do you remember what those people said about us when we lost last year?" ”

Lily. Cole was silent and speechless.

Of course she remembers.

It should be said that it must be remembered.

As difficult as those words may be, if they don't, how would they inspire a determination for revenge?

It's just that she ignores one point, not everyone has such a tenacious mentality.

"I see."

Despite being only one person away, Lily. Cole had no intention of continuing to persuade the former main man.

Everyone has their own ideas, and excessive interference will only cause unhappiness to the other party.

What's more, the youth is quite right.

It's not worth fighting again at the risk of ruining your future.

One failure is better to say, and the second failure is a matter of personal ability.

-- For the sake of the future.

"So, you're going to make up the numbers with me?" Ling Yi looked at the girl speechlessly, she was really lying down and was shot. (To be continued......)