"Ding~dong—"

As the campus bell rang, the old teacher who was over sixty years old paused and said, "First finish this paragraph and then leave the get out of class (after class), it will not delay your meal."

"Tsk." Li Ying next to Qian Yuya complained in a low voice, "It's over, it's over, half of the lunch break is over."

Qian Yuya nodded in agreement. She was also a little tired after a morning class. After all, there are not only culture classes in middle school. All students have to practice tactics in the early morning. Many students here have the ambition to take the exam. When entering a military academy, it is natural to be familiar with the knowledge of tactics in advance.

The last class in the morning is a history class. Mr. History is an old pedant who has been in the job for decades. Lectures are boring, and he likes to procrastinate, which has greatly increased the physical needs of the students—many students like the corpses in the history class. Go shit.

The most important thing is that neither the Cultural Institute nor the Military Academy have any demand for historical grades, so everyone is perfunctory about this class and listens to it casually.

The same is true for Qian Yuya, her mind has long been flying above the clouds, thinking about what to have for dinner tonight. Thinking of dinner, she would recall Qianyu Liu's strange behavior last night, and Qianyu Liu also made her feel a little strange, as if her whole person had become...become...

become a little silly...

While thinking wildly, Qian Yuya suddenly saw Fang Wenhua across from the classroom looking at her. The two looked at each other, Fang Wenhua made a grimace and raised his eyebrows, Qian Yuya covered her mouth, her eyebrows curved into a smile, and Fang Wenhua also smiled.

"Fang Wenhua, is Liezong Sanxing so funny?" Mr. History suddenly raised his voice when he saw Fang Wenhua's small movements.

Fang Wenhua was startled, and quickly sat down and shook his head: "It's not funny, it's not funny."

Mr. History looked at the young students sitting below, sighed, and poked at the blackboard with chalk: "Although history can't let you get into the college of your choice, history can make you recognize the development of world events. Hui Yao Calendar 422 In 2008, the traitor Wei Zhi occupied two-thirds of the world and sought to usurp the throne, declaring the official demise of the Second Shining Dynasty. Sanxing Huiyao, known as the third Huiyao Dynasty in history. In the past 2,000 years of Huiyao, there have been countless natural and man-made disasters. To, is also the destiny of destiny..."

Suddenly, there was a panicked noise in the corridor outside: "The Statistics Department has entered the academy!"

"The Statistics Department is here to arrest someone!"

"What?" The students in the classroom couldn't sit still, and all rushed to the corridor noisily. Mr. History didn't stop him, just sighed and poked at the blackboard: "Remember, radiance is destiny, destiny..."

"The Statistics Department came to the school to arrest people?" Li Ying hugged Qian Yuya's arm, a little scared and a little curious: "Is there also a backlash in the school? I heard that the Statistics Department is a group of murderers who don't blink, especially love torturing prisoners. Perverts, will they just...wow wow wow, let's go and see!"

Mingming's tone was flustered, but Qian Yuya found that Li Ying was obviously excited, and she was a little speechless - Li Ying's father was the head of Xingke County's registrar, equivalent to the housekeeper of Ding County's housekeeper. Having seen the sufferings of the world, it is natural for him not to be afraid of the Statistics Division.

Qian Yuya was not interested in these things, but Li Ying pulled her, and she could only accompany her to the corridor to watch. However, before looking carefully, Qian Yuya heard a loud shout from a distance: "Qian Yuliu, how dare you appear in front of me!?"

elder brother! ?

Qian Yuya squeezed the crowd and looked over, and saw many people standing on the playground, and Feng Chuanliu, the tall and handsome tactics teacher in the past, suddenly seemed to be a different person, and rushed towards the young man in the statistics department wearing a black vest. , the shot is the battle method of changing light and shadow, and the force is breaking through the air and shaking!

Qian Yuya still remembers the first time she saw Fengchuanliu—they had just entered school, and Fengchuanliu, as an instructor of tactics, showed them the destructive power of tactics.

Feng Chuanliu left a deep mark on the stone with just one palm!

Since then, no matter how naughty the students are, they have behaved like quails in the tactics class!

They later learned that Feng Chuanliu was an outstanding graduate of Xingke Military Academy. He was strong, no worse than a serving officer, and he was considered one of the best in Xingke County!

However, in the face of Feng Chuanliu's all-out hateful blow, the middle school students saw the young man from the Statistics Department draw an arc with his hands flutteringly—

Clang!

The sound of the explosion of light, like steel is biting!

Feng Chuanliu's attack was not only resolved perfectly, even his right hand fell into the enemy's control, but when he was twisted so hard, Feng Chuanliu was so sweaty that he turned his back and knelt down!

"Qian... Yuliu! You beast who killed your teacher! Kill me if you have the seeds! Kill me!"

"I'm an operative of the Statistics Department, not a gangster criminal." The young man suppressed Feng Chuanliu, took out his handcuffs and said calmly, "I just follow the order and arrest the suspects of the rebellion against the light. If you are innocent, the Statistics Department will pay you back. An innocence."

"Then why do you want to kill Mr. Lin, why!" Feng Chuan's face was pressed to the ground, looking at the young man with resentment, so much that his lips were bitten.

The youth did not answer, and ordered other operators to **** Feng Chuanliu back to the car. Feng Chuanliu was dragged away by the operatives, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Kill your teacher, arrest your classmates, Qian Yuliu, your end will be a hundred times worse than ours, a thousand times, I will live, I will live to watch The day you die without a place to be buried!"

The students in the teaching building were talking a lot. The principal and teachers neither stepped forward to stop the Statistics Department, nor chatted with the Statistics Department staff, but stood beside them with gloomy expressions.

At this time, the young man turned his head and glanced at the students in the teaching building. The teaching building suddenly became quiet. Even though they were several tens of meters away, many students didn't dare to look directly at the young man, and took the initiative to look away to avoid looking at each other.

Only Qian Yuya stared straight at the young man, UU read www.uukanshu.com until their eyes met. After looking at each other, the young man turned to get into the car and left Xingke National Middle School.

"The Statistics Department actually came to the school to arrest people..."

"Have you heard? That person killed the teacher and came to arrest the classmates. It's like a rabbit who eats grass on the edge of the nest."

"My neighbor was also arrested by the Statistics Department, and he didn't go home after that. I heard that he was dead, so Mr. Feng seems to be finished."

The students were talking a lot, and Qian Yuya returned to the classroom a little lost. At this time, Fang Wenhua suddenly approached and whispered, "Yuya Yuya."

"Ok?"

"Why don't I take you home after school? You see, the Statistics Department is a bunch of perverts. Now they dare to come to the school to arrest people. God knows if they will arrest students. Let's be safe after school together..."

Qian Yuya stood still, looked at Fang Wenhua sideways, and softly spit out a word: "Go away."

"What?" Fang Wenhua was stunned, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

"Go away!" Qian Yuya scolded angrily, pushed away Fang Wenhua, who was at a loss, and returned to her seat. Li Ying, who followed Qian Yuya, glanced at Fang Wenhua, and patted Fang Wenhua on the shoulder with pity: "In the future, talk more and use your brain."

Fang Wenhua's mind still didn't turn around: "What did I say wrong?"

Li Ying ignored him and returned to her seat to find Qian Yuya facing out the window. Li Ying could not see her expression, so she asked cautiously, "Who is that clerk of the Statistics Department?"

It's not hard to guess - Qian is not a big surname.

Qian Yuya turned around, took out a handkerchief and wiped her right hand. Li Ying saw that there were several deep tooth marks on the thumb joint of her right hand, which apparently had just been bitten out.

"He's my brother." Qian Yuya said calmly, "Do you know anything about him?"