In short, entering the Jinyang Rong Nursing Home and serving in the minds of the senior students of the small miscellaneous courtyard is no different from going to hell!

And this kind of cognition has been transmitted to the ignorant low-level students, and only inexplicable fear remains.

Therefore, after the quota for this inauguration came down, the students in the lower level were all in danger, and they were afraid that they would accidentally draw themselves.

But these children's worries are not unfounded.

Because after the news was announced, not only the students at all levels, but also the deacons in the small courtyard showed a great sense of fear for this position.

This confirms from the side that these messages have a certain authenticity!

After Hanzhang finished lunch, he felt that the energy in his body had increased because of the nourishment of the meal.

This keeps her form from being too bad.

She slowly stood up, and was about to go outside to continue basking in the sun, when her eyes inadvertently swept a figure that became more and more aggressive.

The anger on Fu Sui's body was so heavy that people could avoid it.

Even if the dining hall was crowded at this time, there was a vacuum around the place where he was sitting.

Seeing this scene, Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, his eyes passed by, and there was no shadow left in his thoughts.

She only has a strong life in her eyes.

When the sun set in the afternoon, Han Zhang Shanshan returned to the dormitory.

She felt that with the help of continuing to take medication and basking in the sun on the other, although her physical condition did not return to her previous state, she had also improved to a certain extent.

The next morning, Hanzhang was sitting in his seat sluggishly, listening to the deacon's frizzy remark that "the number of positions will be selected among older students".

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang", and the teaching room was silent for a moment.

Han Zhang followed the prestige, and saw that the desk was torn apart at the front of the study room, and the residual anger on his body was still spreading.

Such a scene suddenly occurred in the morning class, and the deacon was shocked as you can imagine.

She was stunned at first, and after seeing the situation, she instantly gathered a vigorous anger, and she was about to go crazy.

But before going crazy, Fu Sui took the lead in speaking:

"Deacon, I'm really sorry for the trouble, there was a problem with this desk earlier, and I have been barely maintaining it, for fear that there will be a problem in the wind collection and embarrass the miscellaneous courtyard, which Cheng wants to relax after the wind is collected, it will fall apart!

"Actually, I also thought about reporting for repair before, but seeing that the deacons were very busy some time ago, I was embarrassed to disturb, and I saw that everyone was in a bad mood yesterday, so I didn't have time to say it.

"I'm so sorry, Deacon, I didn't expect it to fall apart right now!"

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, didn't I think of it?" The deacon's anger subsided a little after Fu Sui's sincere confession, but she didn't let him go, and continued to scold angrily:

"What a waste, this can't work, that doesn't work, it's all in trouble, today I don't care what method you use, go and get a new desk back!"

"Yes! Yes!" Fu Sui bowed his head in response, the anger on his body had completely disappeared at this time, but the breath of the whole person was still so gloomy!

The deacon stared at him for a while and scolded irritably before letting go, his gaze sweeping over the spirit weapon of the hour.

The hour had come, and she glanced at the students below in disgust, and then walked away with a majestic spirit!

Hanzhang rushed out of the teaching room in a few steps almost as her figure disappeared, to welcome the bright sunlight outside.

And just as she was standing in a position on the Soul Passage, a familiar figure hung in the afterglow on the other side of the study room.

Huang Sanruo!

Huang Sanruo's eyes were staring at her fiercely, and there was a flashing of eager light inside.

Hanzhang's heart sank.

In her current condition, she really can't stand any toss.

She didn't have any extra strength at this time, except for barely being able to support her body.

Hanzhang didn't even have time to regret the idea of "letting him go before", and he had already quickly calculated how to strike first in his mind.

In this life-or-death moment, she can kill the other party regardless of the consequences!

Hanzhang looked at the figure that came over, his eyes deep and calm.

In her absolutely calm mind, a shadow of a boy had formed as the figure approached.

In the projection, every vital point of the boy is clearly marked.

It is also clear how much force it must take to kill each mark.

Because she couldn't exert enough force to act on any of the fatal points at this time, she connected the fatal points in an orderly manner.

Calculating that with her existing strength, including weight, and acting on the standard of procedure, the figure did not end up without death.

And in an instant, several sets of such plans appeared in her mind.

Just as the figure got closer and closer, the malice on his face became more and more obvious, and several sets of plans in Hanzhang's mind had already rolled over several times.

The figure that was close at hand suddenly paused, and the malice on his face froze suddenly, and was replaced by a cringe that slowly emerged.

After only a pause, Huang Sanruo's figure continued to move forward.

However, as he walked forward, the aura emanating from his body was completely different.

Hanzhang guessed that there must be a reason in it, but she didn't relax for a moment, and it was impossible for her to change her mind to kill the other party until the crisis was completely resolved.

She watched as the figure drew nearer and nearer, and then—passed a long way behind her, and walked on.

Hanzhang traced the past, and saw the figure of the deacon of the dean at the gate over there.

Although the dean's gaze on Huang Sanruo was not warm, it showed the meaning of waiting.

Sure enough, in half an hour, after Huang Sanruo arrived at the door, the deacon took the lead and walked in front of him at a distance of not too long or short, leading Huang Sanruo into the complex of buildings in the small courtyard!

Although Hanzhang's crisis this time has been lifted, this crisis has left a mark on her heart. So much so that she didn't change her mind this time.

But it's just a matter of waiting for the next time!

Deciding to fall, she looked at the bright sunshine above her head, and a helpless smile appeared in her heart.

Crisis is a litmus test, even if she usually seems to be baptized by the baptism of New World ideas and succeeds, at the moment of crisis, her true nature is immediately exposed!

She's really not a good inheritor!

However, she was reluctant to hand over this inheritance, what should she do?

She wants to live and continue to appreciate the beauty of this inheritance!

However, in the next few days, her health deteriorated, and the despair in her heart deepened day by day.

And her previous determination to Huang Sanruo was not implemented.

It's not that she changed her mind and doesn't want to implement it, but that Huang Sanruo doesn't come to trouble her anymore!