One morning in July.

in a hospital ward.

Dean supervised the confused couple of Rust and Britney to practice for the SAT test in preparation for the fall exams.

"The exam is still half an hour away." Dean glanced at the quartz watch on his wrist, recalled the "shadow" hovering like a kite in mid-air, and turned to the two friends who were burying their heads in "reading comprehension" by the side of the hospital bed, "Insert a digression, do you two already have a target school?" ”

"University of Arizona, you know, I've loved the stars since I was a kid." Rust bit the tip of his pen, "That's why I enrolled in the Department of Astronomy." ”

"If you are ambitious, this is not easy to test, I suggest you find a few more alternatives, and apply for at least five."

Lass nodded, "I know there's not much hope, so I've already found a way out." ”

"Britney?"

"Department of Philosophy." The girl Yingying smiled and poked her hair with a pencil, and asked, "I haven't seen you do questions with us in the past few days, and you have been holding the volunteer training materials to gnaw, are you planning to go to college?" ”

Dean acquiesces.

Rust's expression tightened, "Don't tell me you've abandoned the 'Future University Alliance' and are preparing to take the police exam?" ”

"It doesn't have to be the police." Dean shook his head.

His thoughts changed dramatically from when he first arrived, seeing supernatural powers, and where did he still have the heart to spend a few years on a college campus.

What's more, he had already studied in college once in his previous life, and this time, he planned to change his life:

It's a good idea to be a volunteer first, and then a private detective, psychic, or freelancer.

We will try to develop systems and strengthen our capabilities by trying to do so.

If you really need it, you will go to a community college in the future.

"Won't our brothers see each other often in the future?" Rastejun's face wrinkled into bitter melon, aggrieved and unwilling.

"Don't worry, no matter where I am in the future, I will go and get together with you often. What's more, there is still a whole year left after graduation, and you are afraid that you will not see me? ”

……

The beginning of July passed in a hurry in this diligence and regularity.

July 20th, the day of discharge.

Bright sunlight poured down on Dean's face through the window.

He blinked, awoke from his meditation, and the pale red orb that had hovered in the extreme distance before was replaced by a gentle white light.

At the same time, a prompt passed in front of me.

Mastery +1, Balance Meditation lv0 (100/100

Do you want to upgrade?

Be!

Balance Meditation Lv1 (0/200)

Your lower Will stat boost, 11.2 → 12.2.

……

The will is raised a little, far from the strong reaction when the perception is raised, only a trace of cool gas passed through the mind at the first moment.

Dean closed his eyes and recalled the pale ghost face of the terrifying Alexander Raphael, but this time his heart was unwavering, as if he had seen a cheap and shoddy mask.

He tried to think back to the slender curves of his girlfriend Caroline, who he hadn't seen for a month, and she wasn't as bloody and ready to move as before.

"The will is raised, and the distractions of emotions and desires are reduced."

But he still has some ape in mind.

After all, after a month in the hospital, without strenuous exercise, coupled with balance meditation and iron man expertise, his energy has piled up, and he is full of energy, he is a humanoid explosive bag waiting to be ignited!

…

This month in addition to the progress of meditation.

Under the perseverance of spiritual tempering, and the warmth of 1 point of proficiency every day, the shadow of the past is lv0 (13/100→43/100)

In addition, he also read the law, the first scene first aid, the police scene, and the physical training materials sent by Holden.

……

After tidying up, Dean walked out of the hospital gate,

Under the warm sun after a long time, the tall body of the white Bronco, with its large tires, square headlights and headlights, makes people feel more intimate.

Next to Bronco, Rust and Britney, dressed as a couple, greeted them with smiles.

"Man, welcome to discharge! Enough of lying in a hospital bed, right? Come and join California's welcoming mountains and gentle beaches for a trip! Everyone is waiting for you, let's go right away! ”

Rust's face was full of joy,

Dean was a little caught off guard, "In such a hurry, are you all ready for camping?" ”

"Of course, we have a camping expert on our team, a big beautiful woman. Tents, air beds, sleeping bags, cameras, hiking bags, lighting and lighters, high-calorie snacks, drinking water... Wait, I've bought everything in advance, and I've prepared your portion, so it's interesting. ”

Rust's face was red, his eyes were shining, like a big rooster showing off, and he was a little too excited,

"That advisor can be trusted?"

"She's a veteran, she's camped more than a dozen times, and there hasn't been an accident!"

"Okay then, but don't rush to go, I need to go back and get some clothes and get some personal items."

"Meet at my door later."

……

Dean drove home and packed his personal belongings, changed into a pair of crisp jeans, a t-shirt, and then brought M1911A1, as well as two boxes of .45ACP, an Ouija board, and some sage incense burners, which were just right for the channeling ceremony.

In the future, the full Colter and psychic suits are the standard equipment for Dean to go out.

Everything.

Dean drove to Rust's house, where a red Ford F-150 cargo compartment was piled with backpacks and suitcases.

On the other side, there is a Mercury station wagon with a side-by-side door, the Guanyin door is open, and the body is full of retro wood grain, which is as beautiful as a work of art.

Six young men and women leaned against two cars, chatting happily.

"Hey, ladies and gentlemen, look here and welcome our last member, the Lake Mead Savior, the living heir of Bruce Lee, Dean Lew!"

Dean twitched his cheeks, what the hell is this nickname?

"Hi..."

The six of them waved warmly at him.

"The pair were Baker and Jenny in 11th grade. Good friends of the school's swimming club, they were also there at Lake Mead. Britney pointed to the couple snuggling up next to the station wagon.

The boy has a floral shirt and denim shorts, a strong body, and the girl has wheat-colored skin and slightly curly black hair, obviously a black mixed race, with a very cheerful personality and a unique rhythm in his speech, as if he is going to have a rap on the spot to welcome Dean as a new friend.

"Good clothes, man." Dean glanced at the boy's exposed shirt chest, covered with thick black chest hair, perhaps of Slavic descent.

"I've always wanted to say thank you." Baker in the flower shirt gave Dean a hug,

"Dean, anytime, anywhere, on call." Jenny, with her long curly hair, reached out her fist at him.

……

A white couple leaning on the side of the F150 is Ron and Ashley.

Long wears a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses, a plaid shirt, sweatpants and sneakers, and Ashley is petite and sweet-looking.

Both of them were a little shy and didn't talk much, just smiling kindly at Dean.

……

Eventually, Rust leads Dean to meet a couple in blue t-shirts.

"Hey! I'm Abby in 11th grade. The shorter dark-haired boy waved his hand weakly at Dean in a weak voice, the acne and pimples on his face were a little scary in the sun, and he felt a little inferior and scared.

"Good morning." Dean nodded at him.

"Eleventh grader Gretchen, the 'chief consultant' of this camp, Britney's good sister. Britney and Rust often talk about you, praising you as a genius. The girl next to her generously reached out and shook Dean gently, her eyes fluttering.

Her external conditions are much better than her boyfriend's, with big eyes and a high nose bridge, well-defined facial features and no aggressive edges and corners, a neat black braid hanging from the back of her head, and her height is similar to that of Dean who is 1.76 meters tall.

A blue t-shirt and gray leggings reveal her round and slender thighs and full chest, and her tall and sexy figure is reminiscent of the legendary Amazonian warrior.

The most impressive thing was the light blue eyes, pure and beautiful, and the finest light sapphires were also eclipsed in front of her.

"Don't listen to Rust's blowing, I'm ordinary." Dean's gaze swept away covertly, and Abby and Gretchen stood together like ugly ducklings and white swans, and the contrast was very stark.

After meeting his new friends, Dean returned to Bronco and opened the car door while half-joking at Rust, "What do you think?" It's a couple camping, so you have to call me a light bulb? ”

"What couple camping?" Rust had a question mark on his face, "Did you misunderstand?" ”

"You and Britney, Baker and Jenny, Lang and Ashley, Abby and Gretchen, aren't you a couple? Why call me a singular number? ”

"Haha." Rust's mouth was wide open, "You're out of sight this time, man. ”

Britney next to her crossed her hands on her hips and puffed out her cheeks angrily like a little hamster.

"Abby and Gretchen are good sisters, not a couple!"

"Poof—"

Dean looked back awkwardly and apologetically.

The acne-ridden "boy" heard their discussion, his face darkened, and he hung his head.

Gretchen put his arm around his sister's shoulders and whispered comfort, blue eyes swept towards Dean in displeasure.

"Sorry, Abby, I didn't mean to, Rust, explain explain, I'm not that kind of person."

"It's okay, Dean, I'm used to it." Abby took a deep breath and forced a smile, "I was meant to be a 'tomboy'. ”

Dean couldn't help but glance at her chest when she heard this, the 3A-level airport, even the close-fitting shirt could not see the slightest undulation, and the chest muscles were not as developed as the man with chest hair in the flower shirt.

Plus a neutral voice and dress-up.

Dude, oh no, ma'am.

I'm really sorry.

"Abby and Gretchen will be handed over to you, get in the car, everyone!"

Rust beckoned Britney to the F150, and the four Bakers got into the station wagon.

And Dean pressed the back of the front seat of the Bronco forward, revealing the narrow and awkward entrance to the back seat,

"Two ladies, please."

……

The three cars drove out of Las Vegas one after the other, onto I-15, and headed west.