Hidden Assassin: Volume 4, Youth at the Time, Section 152, Angry

Fang Yusi's ghost, what's going on! But I felt a little idiot, a little funny early in the morning, but...how did Ye Lingjing provoke her, it's strange...you go back and ask carefully..."

The time is Monday morning, overcast. Since last week’s Friday promised Jia Ming to ask his brother about the story of Lingjing’s incident, Dongfang Wan had rushed to Jia Ming’s desk early in the morning and told him that the people on earth already knew. The secret. Raising his head from the table lazily, Jia Ming curled his lips.

"Your information came in time, I am so touched, I will go back and ask, thank you..."

The tone of the answer was somewhat mechanical, it was because she played with Marilyn mother and daughter all day in Jianghai City yesterday. Probably because of the events of Friday night, Marilyn was in the mood for gains and losses. As a 30-year-old mature woman, she hadn't touched a man for several years, and she was really complaining about her. She took advantage of Heidi to sleep at noon, Jia Ming. Accompanied her for more than an hour. When I went back at night, I just solved some of the knots. The extremely intimate Lingjing and Shasha pestered him for another night. Under such a powerful offensive, even Jia Ming, who has a pure foundation of qigong, couldn’t help but have one. This kind of "self-inflicted, can not live" idea.

However, although some foreshadowings have been laid between Lingjing and Sasha, Jia Ming has not made the idea of ​​letting Marilyn mother and daughter meet the two, although they cannot be regarded as love between Marilyn and Marilyn. Lian is also sober about these things, but people always give birth to possessive creatures inexplicably. It’s better not to do things that make people unhappy, even if there are only small possibilities.

Recalling yesterday’s wheel battle, I couldn’t help but sigh again: Jiaming, Jiaming, you really are invincible. Then he closed his eyes and continued what he did most often in school every day, sleeping. Looking at Jia Ming's expression, Dongfang Wan frowned for a long time: "No? You already know it?"

"Although I was a little touched by your kindness. But I still have to say that the most popular gossip topic among Martians is the story of how classmate Ye Lingjing was suppressed by Fang Yusi and lost his qualification to lead the dancer...I I’m a little sleepy, let me sleep, thank you."

"Uh..." Dongfang Wan was taken aback for a moment. Said: "Then...Anyway, I've asked you about it. You are not allowed to repay the performance at the school celebration. That's the show I pushed up. I also pledged hundreds of dollars to support you..."

"The class leader actually participated in underground gambling?" He looked at Dongfang Wan with interest. The biggest purpose of the celebration party of Sacred Heart College is to let those students who have graduated donate money. In order to run the party well, there will be eggs like voting for the best program throughout the party. Since there is competition, it is being compared. Besides, there will be some students arbitrarily taking gambling, of course, this kind of gambling is relatively mild. In order to improve the sense of interaction, the school also turned a blind eye to the underground gambling market. Some teachers also place bets for the programs they plan, but. Gambling for money, after all, is too inconsistent with Dongfang Wan's style.

"That...makes everyone happy, not good."

"Oh, don't worry, we will play as agreed."

Listening to him, Dongfang Wan relieved her heart and asked after a while: "Then there is only a little more than a week now, can you tell me the name of the song you are going to sing?"

"I think that song was very good that day."

"Which one? The east wind breaks?"

Dongfang Wan gave a glance. Jia Ming sighed: "Only-u

"..." Dongfang Wan was taken aback for a while and smiled. "Stop making trouble, okay!"

"The truth is...I haven't figured it out yet."

"I don't believe it, it's only a week."

"If you don't believe me, you will fall down."

"You..." Jia Ming was lying on the table with his fingers. Early in the morning, Dongfang Wan had a full-faced aura of yellow face. Jia Ming just turned his face away and ignored her at all, for a moment. After that, Dongfang Wan took his finger back bitterly: "If you don't tell, don't tell, huh..."

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The next sentence of "Don't tell, don't tell" is actually "I can't find out if I don't believe it." Of course, such a place in Haikou cannot be boasted casually, and the most important thing is not to boast in front of Jiaming. To Dongfangwan's luck, she met Ye Lingjing on the corridor to the office building after the second class in the morning. At this time, the other party was walking back with her classmates holding a few boxes of chalk.

Each are not particularly friendly friends, but as classmates, it is a reason for being close. The relationship between brothers and their own reasons, Dongfang Wan has also joined the classmate association soon after enrolling. Lingjing helped her classmates, and she often had contact. Knowing that Jia Ming and Dongfang Wan had a bad relationship, she apologized to Dongfang Wan a few times while writing a blackboard report together. Knowing that Lingjing's temperament is gentle, the matter of inquiring about the name of the song naturally fell on her.

Directly greeted her. After saying that she had something to ask about, another female classmate took the chalk from Lingjing's hand and left. At a corner of the office building, Dongfang Wan asked about the song title in a soft voice.

"Sing? Well, Shasha and I will go up too, but Jiaming doesn’t seem to have decided what to sing. Anyway, every time we perform is a new song, and we only have one week to prepare. It should be fine. Right... uh, did Jia Ming do anything irritating again?"

Just the intimacy of the speech can prove that the relationship between Lingjing and Jiaming has reached the level of family members. Of course, these things have never been concealed at school. After listening to Lingjing's words, Dongfang Wan showed a slight embarrassment.

"Oh, no, I asked him about the title of the song. He said he hadn't thought about it yet. I thought he was perfunctory. You are more reliable than Lingjing, Gu Jiaming...every time I see it He and I feel a headache."

"Hehe, hehe..." He patted the chalk powder on his hand, and smiled quietly, "Actually, Jia Ming is not that bad, he is just more withdrawn. If others treat him well, he just...well, anyway, we Since childhood, I think he is pretty good."

"I didn't say he was bad, just too lonely..." With some resentment in the words, Dongfang Wan shrugged, "Well, then... I have something else too, bye, bye, acting. You guys have to work harder, I bought what you won. It's useless to tell Gu Jiaming this sentence."

"Haha, no problem." With a wave of his hand, Lingjing turned around the corner of the office building and turned on the tap on the wall to wash his hands. At this time, a voice came from the corner: "Xiaowan."

"Hi, Fang Ming."

On the other side, a young girl in a white casual sweatshirt walked over. The white ribbon was **** with a neat long ponytail. It was Kaoru Tsukichi like a porcelain doll. Seeing her coming, Lingjing waved and smiled: "Kaoru."

"Lingjing." The soft and elegant voice called Lingjing's name, and Kaoru was also in front of the white porcelain stage by the wall

Come on, turn on the faucet and rinse the dirty fingers. The spiritual voice asked: "Kaoru, Jiaming didn't do anything today, right?"

"He has been sleeping."

"Oh...hehe..." Recalling what happened last night, Lingjing's face, which was also soft with legs, blushed slightly. At this moment, the voices of Dongfang Wan and several other male classmates came from over there.

"I heard that your club participated in this Jianghai martial arts competition. There were two games yesterday, right? How was your record?"

"Don’t mention, Han Gangcheng lost a mess yesterday. Because of yesterday’s match, our team is a bit hanged in the group stage. To be honest, this is the worst loss in the history of our Sacred Heart Academy. Alas, since last year From the second half of the year to now, it is a dark period."

"What's wrong?"

"Furthermore, because last year, Ah Cheng's psychology has been overshadowed. Although he has overcome some, but when the fight hit the most intense, when people lifted his leg, he subconsciously did a complete disapproval. The necessary defense, I would have won by ten or nine..."

"Hehe..."

"Xiaowan, you are still funny, some of the most powerful people in the martial arts club, your brother is busy with student union affairs and can’t participate. Lu Jianchuan was hit by a telephone pole like that last year and his bones shattered. Later, he had a career in martial arts. Basically it was ruined like that...he*, every time I think about it: _ fix that **** in your class Gu Jiaming, if it weren’t for Teacher Chen said several times that he’s not allowed to challenge himself..."

"Hey, hey, hey. You don't need to talk about that. To be honest, Lu Jianchuan and the others kicked football on the ground of other girls. Do you dare to say that he didn't mean it? I think Lu Jianchuan and the others deserve it!"

"Okay, okay, Xiaowan, Lu Jianchuan will not mention it, but Han Gangcheng, he challenged the book upright. The kind of behavior of Gu Jiaming is really... no one in the martial arts club now has a heart. If it weren’t for Mr. Chen’s ban all the time...Cut, Mr. Chen’s training is like teaching monks, he doesn’t teach anything powerful. Anyway, I’m depressed recently... I know that Gu Jiaming’s fight was Xiaowan’s guarantee. Yes, I just aimed at that **** Gu Jiaming..."

Heard the words here. After washing his hands for a long time, a trace of anger flashed in Lingjing's eyes, and he turned off the faucet, thinking about the corner and rushed out: "It is full of messy nonsense, I think your quality is not much better! You can't beat people. Knowing to find a reason, is there no one in the martial arts club? It's okay to push Gu Jiaming down if anything happens, and you said that you are going to fight him upright, didn't you just want to force him to beat him this time? And the rules are everyone. All agreed, Han Gangcheng didn’t pay attention, he could only say that he deserved it! Jia Ming didn’t foul at all and wanted to fight, right? I’m here. Just heads-up with either of you!"

Last night, I was like Jiaming, and at this moment, I quietly heard someone say bad things about Jiaming. Naturally, he became more angry, and a series of words with a flushed face were already out. Several male classmates around Dongfang Wan obviously did not expect that someone would suddenly rush out to fight the injustice. In addition, Lingjing was also a beautiful woman, and they were stunned for a while.

"What's wrong? Don't you dare?"

Ling Jing continued to work harder, speaking loudly. At this time, the class bell rang, and the leader Fang Ming said: "Good men don't fight women... I won't fight you." The others walked past Lingjing. In the end the man suddenly turned around and said, "I really want to fight fairly, you let Gu Jiaming go to the Wushu club to write down the war." He said. Turn around and walk away.

"Uh...Lingjing, ignore them, these people are too bad, and just make excuses for losing. Well, go to class first."

She comforted a few words, but then saw Tsukichi Kaoru looking coldly at the direction of those people going away, walking out from the side, she couldn't help but feel a little stunned, but she also knew Kaoru and Lingjing are good friends, right now Turned and left.

With a huge anger, the spirit standing in place undulates quietly and violently. For nearly a year, I heard others talk about Jia Ming. It’s not the first time to organize things with that game, but this time The things made her particularly angry. However, after a while, she calmed down a bit and said softly, "Kaoru, don't tell Jiaming about this matter, okay?"

With a faint doubt, Kaoru looked at Lingjing.

"You also know that Jiaming needs to be quiet. He won’t care if someone says these things ten thousand times in his ear, but if I can’t do it, I’ll be angry, but I don’t want Jiaming because I'll fight when I'm angry..."

"...I understand." After looking at Lingjing for a while, Kaoru nodded gently.

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At half past one in the afternoon, hazy clouds covered the sky with a breeze.

As the Sacred Heart College that focuses on extracurricular quality of students, it provides a lot of convenience for students’ interest activities. In addition to a dedicated club activity room, there are also more than four club activity classes every week. After application, every day The self-study class can also be used for extracurricular activities. But even so, for those who really love an extracurricular activity, this little time is still not enough.

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After eating at noon and taking a short break, more than 30 main members of the martial arts club gave up their nap before class and gathered in the indoor martial arts training ground for training, and more than ten of them were eligible to participate in the competition. The members of, are sitting together at this time, discussing the next game process.

"...The team facing tomorrow’s game is actually not that tricky. Except for the leader who is slightly more powerful, several other people can easily solve it. So, in order to ensure victory, I have two plans. First, we Xiao Wu here avoids their main general and should be able to win the victory ~ IndoMTL.com~ Fang Ming, you play the second game, of course, no problem. When facing their main general, it doesn’t matter if we lose..."

At noon, it always seemed relatively quiet. In addition to the shouts of trainers in the martial arts training room, the voice of the president's planning also appeared extremely loud and energetic. It was a voice full of confidence. At this moment, the door opened with a "crush" and then closed. The girl who came in took an iron chain and directly locked the door knocker.

Everyone stopped for a moment and watched the man's actions. It was a beautiful woman who came in.

Perfect cheeks like porcelain dolls, without any expressions, white ribbons **** in a long pony tail, and the same white casual sportswear with blue stripes. The girl untied her shoelaces at the entrance, and her graceful jade feet in flesh-colored silk stockings stepped onto the wooden floor.

"There will be no competition tomorrow."

With her white hands folded in front of her, Kaoru bowed deeply to everyone in the martial arts field. For the Japanese girl who is known for her gentleness, that is obviously a standard etiquette compulsory.

Then I spoke, probably because I didn't talk much, and at this time he still seemed to halt every word: "I will play with you."