Han Yi walked out of the clubhouse, and the wind and rain outside were even greater, and the wind carried the rain, sweeping back and forth on the street, like wipers.

He looked up and saw that it was dark and he couldn't see his fingers, and the street lamps could only glow faintly like orange fireflies. There were no pedestrians, and the rain wet his clothes again, running down his skin like a bath.

The sky and the earth were full of wind and rain, and the lightning and thunder were roaring in the sky, he remembered that day he and Yongsheng went to climb Snail Mountain, stood on the top of the mountain and looked at Hanjia Village, and saw Han Xiaoye like a little ant, he wondered if he was also a little ant now?

Lei Gongdian or Dragon Lord is above his head, is he also looking at him, a little ant?

Han Yi felt a little lonely.

There are no street lights when he walks out of the commercial street, Han Yi can only take advantage of the light brought by the lightning that passes from time to time, but fortunately, he has groped for dozens of times in the past few days, and the door is clear.

Han Yi returned to the dormitory according to the old method, this time he had a few footprints on the wall, but it was also Shuize, which could evaporate before dawn tomorrow, and Han Yi was not afraid of leaving any marks.

After locking the skylight, Han Yi entered his dormitory, took it off, wiped it with a hand towel, cooled his clothes, and returned them to the state before drying them.

Han Yi also fell asleep.

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In a military base in Shengjing.

The officer with white sideburns sat quietly in front of a computer monitor, his brows furrowed as if he was thinking about something, and the soldiers who came in and out next to him did not dare to come out at all, for fear of disturbing the old officer's thinking.

The officer suddenly came back to his senses and said to the person next to him, "How is the matter of Xiao Yangzi calling me to report now?"

"Report chief, I've been monitoring, but it seems like the matter is done······" A young female officer reported softly.

"Oh," the old officer commanded, surprised, "put it on the big screen and see how it is solved?"

As soon as the old officer finished speaking, within a few seconds, the picture of Han Yi killing seven or eight little bastards in the club appeared in the eyes of all the officers.

Xiao Yangzi actually asked Lao Tzu to take care of this matter for him... Isn't this the fucking triad fighting in the underworld?" The old officer was stunned and slapped the table, startling the people around him, holding back a smile but not daring to speak.

"Chief, has Brother Yang taken into account the 'wolf cub plan'?" said the female officer in a low voice.

"Oh?" the old officer's eyes flashed, and he commanded, "Let me see if you change it again!"

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Xie Wenqiang is eating with the old lady at home, don't look at him outside on weekdays, he is calling for wind and rain, but he is extremely filial on weekdays, and he goes home to accompany his old mother to eat when he has time.

"Mom, I'm talking about business at night, so I won't come back!"

Xie Wenqiang said with a smile to the old lady, not caring about the blue face of the wife next to him, while her daughter Xie Fan pretended not to see anything, eating and playing with her mobile phone.

"Crunch ······" His wife's pair of chopsticks creaked, Xie Fan couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted impatiently: "Mom, can you eat well······"

Xie Wenqiang saw that his yellow-faced mother-in-law's face was about to change, when he heard the phone ring in the outhouse, he had an idea, and shouted: "Qingshi, is my phone ringing, bring it to me!"

The man with the scar took a mobile phone that was the same as Xie Fan's hand and entered the room, "Big brother, it's your phone ringing!"

Xie Wenqiang nodded and took the phone······

"Hmmm... Okay, okay, I know, this kid is fucking awesome!" Xie Wenqiang answered the phone, and he didn't know what he heard with excitement on his face, he couldn't sit still at the dinner table anymore, and got up and walked back and forth in the room.

"Eat, I'm dizzy when I leave!" the old lady was not happy and knocked on the table.

Xie Wenqiang hurriedly sat back on the table, but after he was done, he couldn't hide his excitement.

"Dad, what's so happy?" Xie Fan's curiosity rose, and he asked as he took his eyes off his phone.

"Your classmate named Han Yi is really righteous, in order to help his friends come out, he actually ran to the Qingpi Juyi Club on the night of the rainstorm, smashed the field, and killed seven or eight gangsters in Qingpi, he is really arrogant, Lao Tzu likes it!"

Xie Wenqiang looked excited, as if he had returned to the time when he was seventeen or eighteen years old and fought with others on the street with a machete.

Xie Fan was dumbfounded.

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In the blink of an eye, it was the end of November, and on the day of light snow, the weather was gloomy and seemed to be really snowing.

It's only been a few days, and everyone on campus is wearing long-sleeved clothes, the trees have lost their branches and leaves, and sparrows are perched on the bare branches, in flocks.

At this time, the sparrows also seem to become sluggish, and when someone passes under the trees, the birds do not frighten away.

Han Yi was stunned in his seat, pressing the language book under his arm, this class was learning Du Fu's poem, [Wangyue].

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.

Han Yi has a little understanding, he has practiced martial arts until now, it can be said that he is tempering himself like forgetting to sleep and eating, Lao Yang's special forces training has reached the standard of entry to the reserve special forces, and now it is even stronger, and the daily training tasks are as easy as eating and drinking.

The Five Elements Fist is also becoming more and more sophisticated, and the five bows of the Splitting Drill Cannon can be said to have been practiced on the body, two by two, Han Yi feels that he is not far from Ming Jin, but just like Wangyue, it is really difficult, very high, except for when he hit a punch close to Ming Jin when he was in the Juyi Club, he has been looking for that feeling for so many days, and there is no way to repeat it.

Ming Jin, Ming Jin······

When will I be able to reach this crunch······

Two days later, November was about to pass, and Li Dacheng came back to class, and the injury on his head had healed, but there was still a piece of hair that had not grown, and it didn't look so coordinated.

"What a wet and hot girl, I really miss it!"

But the man is still the same person.

"Go to the restaurant at noon, my sister is in for a treat!" Li Dacheng squeezed his eyes with Han Yi with a thief's eyebrows.

Han Yi saw that this was to determine that something unspeakable had happened between him and Li Man that day, Han Yi smiled at the corner of his mouth, a little reluctantly, and his heart was a little sour, if possible, he didn't want to go through the morning that made him and Li Man silent.

Progeria, a rare disease with a probability of 1 in 100 million, Han Yi had never even heard of it before, but now it was lurking in Li Dacheng's body.

Now that Han Yi and the two generations of the Li family are sharing this secret, he is a little afraid, so much so that Li Man was discharged from the hospital and reopened the barber shop, and Han Yi has not seen it.

"Call Ono and Jingjing!" Li Dacheng said with a lick of his face again.

Han Yi rolled his eyes, "Get out!"

At noon, several people had dinner, and Li Man saw that Han Yi's hair had grown, so he gave Han Yi a new head shape, which in Li Man's words was three-quarters of the middle, with a hidden madness.

After eating and drinking, Han Yi, Ono, Li Dacheng, and Liu Jingjing returned to school.

As soon as he entered the teaching building, a boy ran to Han Xiaoye like crazy, stuffed an envelope into Han Xiaoye's hand, and then turned around and ran away.

It was a young boy wearing glasses, wearing a school uniform, running in a panic in the bright corridor of the teaching building.

Han Yi took advantage of Han Xiaoye's stunned moment, snatched it up, rolled it up into a ball and stuffed it into his trouser pocket without looking at it, and said with a straight face: "What a thing, confiscate!"