MTL - Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Clinic, owe life.

These two words made Xu Zihang hardly think about it, and immediately remembered that he was conspired by a group of knives a week ago, and then miraculously escaped.

Looking at Song Ye's frosty face in front of him, he wasn't sure. "Song Ye, which Song Ye are you?" Because the images before and after were so different, he didn't connect the two people until the person in front of him nodded. She just woke up like a dream, showing a bright smile and reaching out to her, "I've been looking for you, thank you for saving me last time."

Although he didn't know the specific circumstances of his escape, Song Ye's ability to rescue him was really grateful and appreciated.

Just the next second, this gratitude and appreciation was beaten to nothing.

"To save you, you have to pay the price. This bet is not a joke." Song Ye didn't look at the palm of friendship in front of him, and bluntly saved himself to save people.

This may be commonplace in an adult's world, but for a student of sixteen or seventeen, it represents a market stance and snobbery, which is not acceptable to children.

The warm atmosphere on the court was slightly condensed. The teammates who were just fighting side by side seemed to be frostbite from the cold air for a few days, and even their smiles could not be maintained.

"Song Ye ..." Wang Tiechuan wanted to say something, but felt that it was inappropriate to speak in his own identity, but he really liked Song Ye and did not believe she had a purpose to approach Xu Zihang.

But now on the field, I'm afraid he is the only one who thinks so.

Xu Zihang was silent for a long while, and then suddenly pulled his lips coldly, reached out and took out a few old men's heads from his pockets, and brushed them on the ground.

After that, Xu Zihang turned and left, and the brothers who accompanied him left without turning their heads. The meaning was also very clear. They looked down on Song Ye, such a profitable villain.

Wang Tiechuan was in a dilemma, and finally had to follow everyone.

There was only Song Ye alone on the court for a while, and people who looked around were sneered at her, and they couldn't see the admiration of her applauding just now.

Song Ye looked at the back of a group of people, his eyes calmed, and then he followed his feet to leave. White sneakers stepped on several old people's heads, leaving shallow footprints.

She believes that she and Xu Zihang will meet again.

After a vigorous exercise, Song Ye felt that it was not enough. He walked to a gym in the city center to apply for a fitness card, and was trained until late at night before returning to the hotel to sleep.

Fifteen years ago, Song Ye might be sentimental and feel lonely for loneliness. But fifteen years later, she became a lonely killer. She didn't hesitate in life. Once she has a goal, she will go forward Row.

But after all, she forgot that she is only fifteen years old and is a minor who needs a guardian. This maverick lifestyle has obviously broken society's norms.

When carrying a schoolbag in the morning to school as usual, I could still hear the boss whispering through the front desk, "Good girl, why are you so shameless and do such a thing, and go to school?"

In fact, the profound meaning of this kind of remarks can be deduced. Since Zhao Zhen came to talk to her on the day of the incident, the rumor has been flying all over the sky, and her child staying in the hotel alone is even more fascinating.

However, there was no substantial harm, and Song Ye didn't care about it. I thought that after a while, the funds in the store would return, and I would buy a house outside. The future house prices will show an exponential surge. It is a good choice to invest in real estate .

After entering the school gate, the attention of all the way was still enthusiastic. As soon as I stepped into the door of the class, it was still silent. Obviously, the master of the atmosphere just now was Song Ye. It's just that the eyes of her classmates are no longer mocking, but full of curiosity and jealousy.

Song Yeben didn't care about other people's opinions, but as soon as he sat down, he received a small note from the next door.

'At the same table, you can be famous. Yesterday Tang Meiling was peeled off by a strong glue, crying and shouting for you, but no evidence, but also scolded by the teacher. Now in class, you just dare to Evil forces are fighting heroes! !! !! ’

Looking at the aggravated ellipsis at the end, Song Ye suddenly smiled, the corners of his cold mouth cracked because of this naive stroke, and he picked up the pen and wrote down a few words.

‘If you have a free chat, it ’s better to finish your homework first. ’

Sure enough, this sentence is very lethal, and I haven't seen a reply for a long time. Wang Tiechuan bit the pen and clicked there with a rhythm. There was another note in five minutes.

‘Same table, have you finished your homework, can you lend me a reference? ’

Song Ye turned around the ball-point pen in his hand, and slowly you pulled out an exercise book, and returned three words by the way.

‘Write now. ’

Wang Tiechuan's heart at that time was rushing, staring at a blank exercise book on Song Ye's desk, thinking that you did less than me, but you were so calm and equipped with wool. He was about to continue his struggle. When he was self-reliant, the white ball-point pen beside him was waving constantly, almost without a pause.

In the same class for three years, although Song Ye's sense of existence in the class is very low, he can clearly understand his academic performance, and he is separated from his own crane by a few places. He is also a poor student in the class.

Now I saw her write like a fly, and Wang Tiechuan thought that she was giving up and arrogantly writing, but unexpectedly stretched her neck and looked, her eyes almost did not fall.

Song Ye is working on a problem that Wang Tiechuan has been biting his pen to think about. He could n’t write it when he wanted to break his head, but Song Ye was a beautiful three-step analysis. It was concluded that the writing was neat and beautiful, just like the print. of.

After completing a question quickly, the ballpoint pen continued to write down a question.

Wang Tiechuan kept following his pen to move his gaze, and his expression was as dumb as a chicken. Until a whole page was written and he looked at it with a cold look, he reacted and closed his chin, but his eyes were still shocked.

Later, Song Ye pushed with one hand and pushed the exercise book in front of Wang Tiechuan, signaled that she had finished writing and could refer to it as much as possible.

As a student, is there anything that deepens friendship than copying homework? The conclusion is naturally not.

At the moment Wang Tiechuan was hard at work, and his cheeks were shaking. Although he didn't know why Song Ye suddenly opened his chin, it was the first thing to complete the homework.

Although Song Ye has not read a junior high school textbook, she can be a top killer. Memory comprehension and absorption are necessary conditions. I reviewed the textbook yesterday and added mental arithmetic. These exercises are basically a piece of cake for her. dish.