Heaven Awakening Path Chapter 4: The price of not being punctual

Mosen carefully controlled his stride, trying not to be too fast or too slow, and he looked straight ahead, never looking to the left or right.

I was found to be embarrassing before, but right now, Moson feels that he can play at least 90 minutes if he is doing nothing. Where does he know that his "nineties" performance made his walking extremely contrived, which aroused the laughter of Lu Ping and caused another storm in the classroom.

Mawson was totally unaware. With a ninety-point attitude, he finally reached a distance he thought was far enough. That's when I looked back, and then I started thinking about what to do next. As a result, Lu Ping jumped out of the window.

Stink boy, he ran away halfway through the class!

Moson is angry and completely forgot that Lu Ping has always been out of class. The first half has been an extremely rare situation for three years.

But when he saw Lu Ping walking on a deserted road, Mosen was suddenly moved.

This ... seems like an opportunity?

Students are mostly concentrated in Borrowing Wind Building at this time, and very few people are active in Institute. While calling Lu Ping to a remote place, can you minimize the risk?

Yes, that should be it.

A plan quickly came to Moson's mind. He speeded up his movements, detoured around, rearranged his mood behind a big tree, and walked towards Lu Ping casually.

"Well, Mr. Morson? We met again." Lu Ping greeted Morson, looking surprised.

"Aren't you in class? How did you get here?" Moson frowned and asked. This was his prelude, which he thought was very natural and reasonable.

"Oh, if students say that they don't want to listen to the class, please go out and I will come out." Lu Ping said.

"Uh ..." This frankly unspeakable answer made Moson forget.

"No learning!" He finally thought of what he should say, and severely criticized it.

Lu Ping laughs.

"You're all right anyway. Do me a favor soon. I can forgive you for breaking my Dormant Fire Lotus." Moson started his plan.

"Oh, okay, what is it?" Lu Ping asked.

It's easy to hook! Mosen was proud of himself, and then said, "10 AM, no, it's just 10 AM. Just go to the garden in the Northwest District, do you know where?"

"I know."

"Well, 10 AM half, don't forget," Moson urged.

"Actually, I'm fine now, why not go now?" Lu Ping said.

The unexpected answer suddenly made Moson a little panicked. Of course it doesn't work now, he still needs to be prepared, because he wants to make all this an accident.

"No!" Moson quickly said in a firm and unquestionable tone, "You are not needed now, 10 AM is here again, that's it."

"Then ... okay!" Lu Ping hesitated, and finally accepted Morson's arrangement.

Mosen breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded: "Okay, that's it!"

"Yes, goodbye Mr. Morson."

"Um." Moson nodded and watched Lu Ping leave until he couldn't see him. Roundabout, accelerated, straight into the Institute Northwest. This garden is the most biased in Borrowing Wind Institute, and the garden planning is not very good. But that's the job of a gardener. Moson is a gardener. The difference is very different. Planting and cultivating various flowers and trees is his specialty. In this unpopular garden, Mo Sen would come here often and do some weird cultivation experiments here, and he was quite familiar with it.

At this time, there will never be anyone here.

When Moson arrived, he confirmed the time: 9.35. So I am more sure how well I know how to push time from 10 AM to 10 AM half.

Fifty-five minutes, should it be enough?

Mosson already has a plan for making accidents. He decided to start with a viewing pavilion in the garden. This pavilion has been old for a long time. It should be said that no one should be surprised. All he has to do is make it meet his needs.

After studying the structure of the viewing pavilion, Moson started to do it. Busy, sweating and sweating, time flies. Moson glanced at the time after completing the first part of the project.

10 AM fifteen!

Is this forty minutes? Mosen was shocked that the time consumption exceeded his imagination, and he completely overestimated his demolition ability. But he dare not use Soul Power's methods, it will leave traces.

Fifteen minutes! Seems a bit too late, but it is artificial.

Moson didn't give up and speeded up. This efficiency has been improved a lot, but it is undoubtedly very difficult to half-complete in 10 AM.

Maybe, will the boy be late?

Moson didn't want to stop halfway, considering various possibilities. He didn't stop, watching the way. 10 AM is half a year, Lu Ping does not appear, Mo Sen's ecstasy for a while, this guy, really unreliable, she will be late, how late a moment, five minutes! I still have a chance to finish it.

Five minutes! Oops, it's almost there, but the guy hasn't arrived yet, there is still time, you stupid later.

Ten minutes! Still almost. But people haven't come yet. Good, you will pay for your unpunctual credit, which is a wonderful irony.

Fifteen minutes! Huh, it's done. This guy is 15 minutes late. It's really unreliable, but because of this, he completely ruined his lifeline. It's really sad.

Moson took a sigh of relief. He was covered with sweat, but he didn't feel tired at all. He began to eagerly look forward to the arrival of Lu Ping, expecting him to be knocked over by the collapsed viewing pavilion.

When that guy comes, that's it, this is this ...

Mosen thought about his plan to seduce Lu Ping into the game, but he felt that everything was perfect.

Ninety! Mosen was satisfied and gave himself a high score of 90 again.

But in a blink of an eye, it was eleven o'clock, and half an hour had passed since the appointed time, but Lu Ping's shadow was not seen.

It's terrible, not trustworthy, and disrespectful of time. Mo Sen's heart counted on Lu Ping, but for another half an hour, Lu Ping still didn't show up.

Did this guy think it was 10 AM at night?

If you think about it, you forgot to emphasize that it was morning.

Wait until 10 AM half a night? That's stupid, come again at night. But what if the guy wasn't waiting for the night, but simply, it was ashamed to be late for an hour?

Wait another hour!

Thinking about it, Moson finally decided so. So, an hour later, Mosen left the garden in the northwest area tired and hungry. On the way to the Institute canteen, his legs were a little snoring.

You are older and less physically fit. Although Liupu has a realm of seventeen Heavenly Layers, the Strength's Soul, which is closely related to physical fitness, does not even have First Heavenly Layer. This is the inheritance of their family, very slow in perceive of Strength's Soul.

Do not dare to use Soul Power, and rely on your own physical energy to do your work, which is definitely not easy for Moson. There was still a sense of anticipation at the beginning, but the two-hour wait was exhausted early.

At this time, Mosen just wanted to eat a full meal, and then went back to sleep beautifully. As a result, he saw Lu Ping and Su Tang stepping out of the dining room and met him face to face.

"Lu Ping!" Moson suddenly raised some spirits.

"Mr. Morson." The two greeted him together.

"I think you shouldn't forget what I told you, right?" Morson said.

"Of course not," Lu Ping said.

Mosson was a little relieved, it seems that the boy is really half as 10 AM at night.

"Don't forget it." After Moson said something, he really didn't want to say anything more, he just wanted to eat and rest as soon as possible. When he was about to leave, he heard Su Tang asking Lu Ping: "What's the matter?"

Oops!

Moson's heart sank immediately.

Come on! How could this be said before Su Tang? She asked like this, as soon as Lu Ping said that there would be an accident there at night. This, it is easy for people to have some association?

What's the answer?

I was thinking nervously, and suddenly someone on the avenue was running and yelling, "It's not good!"

"What?" The shout attracted the attention of many people and chased after them.

"The viewing pavilion of Garden No. 18 in the Northwest District has collapsed."

"Ah! Did you hurt anyone?"

"That's not true, but after reviewing, Huff said that someone had damaged the structure of the viewing pavilion."

"Ah? Who would do this?"

"Unclear, still under investigation. Teacher Huff said that from the perspective of the destruction, this person is obviously not trying to demolish the viewing pavilion. He wants to use the collapse of the viewing pavilion."

"What else can I draw, I want to hurt someone!"

"It must be!"

"Such a person would be in Institute."

"Yeah, terrible, who will it be?"

"Did you see anyone there in the morning?"

"I don't know ..."

The news spread and the opinions diverged. The students were discussing this matter, and a voice like this kept passing by Moson.

"Mr. Moson, Ms. Moson?"

"Ah!" Mo Sen abruptly turned around and found that Su Tang didn't know when he was beside him, so he didn't know how many times.

"What's wrong with you? You look so ugly." Su Tang asked with concern.

"I ... I'm fine. I did some work in the morning and I'm a bit tired. I need to rest," Morson said.

"Shall I take you back?"

"No, no, I'll just go by myself, you guys can do it for you!"

"Oh, watch out!"

"Beware, beware ..." Moson repeated these two words, which already had a different meaning in his mind. How does this end? Go confess to Institute? Institute will understand it for Su Tang's eradication of scum ... No, if it is a personal purpose, it may be okay, but how can the purpose of Institute kill a student because it affects another? This is totally morally untenable, and I did it myself, a bit too much!

Being upset and uneasy, I suddenly heard Lu Ping shouting behind him: "Mr. Mo Sen, do you want to go to Garden No. 18 at night?"