The cafeteria on the 3rd floor of the Xiaoxiao Hall is open to the public, so it is almost full on weekends when the audience is full.

However, weekends are also the time when meals are most fully prepared, so although the meal has passed, Zhang Jiao still follows the convention, relying on rhetoric to beat the rice aunt, and filling the dinner plate full of pits.

There was no empty seat, he took the chopsticks in a hurry, stood directly and picked up the rice, gobbling it up, chewing it with a big mouthful, and the food was still sweet.

After a while, someone at the long table in the corner of the cafeteria had finished eating and left, and a girl sitting next to her hesitated, stretched out her hand to occupy the seat, and shouted to Zhang Jiao: "Jiaozi, come and sit here." ”

Although this girl's appearance is not top-notch and beautiful, she has slender eyelids, a goose egg face, a high nose bridge, and short hair.

It is the combination of Zhao Dongjiong and Liu Zhen, who often oppose "Slot Blossom", one of the three girls in "Two Green and Three Red", Jiang Lina, who once partnered with Zhang Jiao.

Women look at men, they like their looks, they love humor, and they fall into gentleness.

It is much easier for men to look at women, and the only requirement is to be good-looking, good-looking, and good-looking.

The important thing to say three times to make sure that it is indeed so superficial.

Although Zhang Jiao is scheming, he is not a hard-hearted wooden man after all, Fang Zi is a teenager, and a girl of the same age who looks the same age has been getting along day and night, and it is definitely a lie to say that he has not had a good impression at all.

It's just that he is young and old, and he knows what he really wants, so he has never been disturbed by the restlessness of that youth.

What's more, he has long since become estranged from Jiang Lina.

Strode over without any twist, Zhang Jiao sat down beside Jiang Lina, and thanked him measuredly, "Thank you, actor Jiang." ”

Silence sped up and feasted.

I don't know if it's to keep in shape, or if I don't want to eat more before going on stage, Jiang Lina seems a little unate, stirring the rice grains on the plate with chopsticks, and suddenly said softly: "Have you broken up with that Liu Song's 'slot blossom' combination?"

I don't think he's been to the theater for a long time. ”

"It's not gone," Zhang Jiao explained while eating: "In the past few days, Sunflower and his girlfriend have been traveling to other places, and they will not come back until the start of college."

When school started, he would continue to come to the theater when he had time, and we still performed together. ”

Jiang Lina was silent for a while, and then whispered again: "You are different from Liu Song.

People were born with a golden spoon in their mouths, and spent the spare money given by their parents, and came all the way to Haijing, saying that they were studying acting in a big city and being admitted to a drama college, but in fact, they were just for fun.

What's more, if you become a college student in the future, it is even more impossible to perform seriously in the Laughing Hall.

What about you, do you have an old age to gnaw, and still mess with him..."

"If Sunflower really came to Haijing to play," Zhang Jiao interrupted Jiang Lina's words, and defended his friend: "It's impossible to pass the acting exam and be admitted to Haijing Art Academy, isn't it?"

Jiang Lina choked up, frowned, and said, "Since you think so, then continue to mess with him." He got up and walked out of the cafeteria.

Zhang Jiao glanced up at Jiang Lina's distant back, took a big bite of the last bit of rice mixed with vegetable juice on the plate, wiped his mouth, and got up and walked away.

Out of the back door, he walked out of the 'Laughing Hall' and rushed towards the residence of the Haijing Transcendent Association.

According to the regulations, members of the Transcendental Association must report to the Association every month on the evening of the 6th of the week in the middle of the month and at the end of the month.

Zhang Jiao joined the club on the day of the '8.3 Hongqiao Incident', and he had only reported it once before, and he followed the guide to familiarize himself with the situation throughout the night, so today is the first time to officially participate in the gathering of Haijing Transcendentals, and he is a little excited...

As the old saying goes, 'chivalry is forbidden by force', and people who wield great power are often not so peaceful.

Therefore, no matter how much the government attaches importance to the building of civilian armed forces, it will absolutely not be able to place the stations of civilian armed organizations in prosperous neighborhoods, all of which are far away from a large suburb and left to their tossing.

The Haijing Transcendent Association is naturally no exception.

Fortunately, Haijing is a metropolitan city, with well-developed public transportation, and there are buses directly to the suburbs in the city center, so there is no difficulty in commuting to Zhangjiao.

In the blink of an eye, the night had become dark, and the moonlight, which had just been bright, was quietly obscured by a thin cloud.

In front of a lonely platform built on the side of the road on the edge of Shengde District, a northern suburb of Haijing, he and a dozen strangers stepped off the bus.

There are no buildings around, and the autumn breeze in the suburbs at night is a bit chilly.

Zhang Jiao identified the direction and strolled towards the Haijing Transcendent Association, while his eyes deliberately glanced left and right and found that the others were the same as himself, and it seemed that they should all be transcendents who went to the association to report.

But no one spoke.

In this case, Zhang Jiao, who is a new ding, naturally remained silent.

After walking for a while, the moon broke through the clouds again.

By the moonlight, the wall of the Haijing Transcendent Association's station, which had spread several kilometers long, was already visible in the distance, and a tall, thin, sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked guy in the crowd who looked like a mouse suddenly spoke: "I'm a newcomer who has just joined the Transcendent Association, and the same is true for everyone." ”

"Isn't this nonsense," the voice landed, and a short and stocky middle-aged man muttered: "People who can join the Transcendent Association will not die or be disabled for half a year, who will squeeze the bus to report, and they are not stupid." ”

That's true. The tall and thin guy smiled and said, "Since everyone is a newcomer, it is fate to meet tonight, it is better to get to know each other, and it can be regarded as a few more connections."

Let me introduce myself first, contemptible Ling Lan, a martial artist from Quanyang Extraordinary University, good at fine kung fu, very happy to meet everyone. ”

Before the words fell, the short middle-aged man muttered again: "Whatever you know, you are all rookies, and having such connections is a fart." ”

Being targeted twice, it seemed to make Ling Lan angry, he tossed and turned and jumped to the side of the short middle-aged man, and said with a changed face like a flip book: "Uncle is so angry, he is full of negative energy as soon as he speaks, he wants to find fault." ”

The short middle-aged man first cringed a little when he heard this, and then raised his eyebrows in annoyance, and said in a daze: "It's just to find fault." ”

Seeing that the two had a conflict, the others slowed down and wanted to watch a good show, and Zhang Jiao did the same.

But just as he was about to stop, his gaze happened to cross the side of the face that made the blue jaw shell pierce the dead, and he suddenly felt a sudden birth.

Looking at the other people around him, suddenly his eyes were bleeding and tears, his face turned iron-blue, his teeth were grinning, his lips were blue, and he turned into a dead corpse.

And the doom energy that Zhang Jiao absorbed from Tai Sui's body in the Xiongshan Market, the energy infused into the Yunxiao Niangniang in the spirit of the Immortal Gu of the Induction Follower Immortal Gu quietly disappeared and disappeared.