A Million Possible

"Cheng Lin, are you here?"

Hearing this sound, Cheng Lin turned around, and then he blinked, looking at Han Lun who was limping in front of him with a strange expression.

Hmm... at least it should be Han Lun.

The main thing is that the man who came oncoming had a thick bandage on his body, and his face was still covered with gauze. One hand was clamped by a splint and hung on his chest. If it is exaggerated, it looks like an Egyptian pharaoh from a pyramid. Crawled out.

"Han Lun? Why are you here... and become... like this?" Cheng Lin asked, pretending to be surprised. After a pause, he said with suspicion, "Is this...exploded?" "

"..." Han Lun was silent, as if he didn't know how to pick it up. After all, own was actually bombed, and the number of times the two met was really limited. The last more formal meeting was in Cheng Lin's dormitory. At that time, Han Lun came to visit and hit white strips, which was just a miserable appearance covered with bandages. This time... even worse than last time.

"I...I came here with the bureau, well, come and help." After tangling for a few seconds, Han Lun said slowly.

"Then you are..."

"Ahem, in the projection, I met the president of the black organization, the fifth rank strong, I killed him... with the charm, so... I was wounded myself." Han Lun raised it. The intact left hand coughed under cover and said.

Cheng Lin had a funny face next to him, pretending to have a suddenly realized look, and said, "Ah...I remembered, I heard the counselor say about it, the black president attacked the messenger group, and was then killed by the strong elves. I was dying, and I ran into someone on the way to escape, and I was killed...The co-author is you!"

The expression on Han Lun's face condensed. He probably didn't expect that Cheng Lin had heard the details. He wanted to pretend to be forced, but failed. He coughed again in a covert manner. Then he saw Cheng Lin's expression of concern: "This is a serious injury, and how about a cough?"

"Fortunately, trauma."

Seeing Han Lun's awkward appearance, Cheng Lin smiled and stopped teasing him.

Xin said that his own identity is not easy to disclose, otherwise, if Han Lun knew that he controlled the battle spirit in the projection and knocked him out, he probably wouldn't know what his expression would be.

The two of them are also classmates anyhow. After standing and greeting a few words, Han Lun said: "I saw the counselor come back and found out that you are here, so I came over and wanted to tell you that the Contribution Points owed to you are still needed. For late stage accounting, it will probably take three or five days at the earliest. The merits of my side can be exchanged, and it will be credited to your account later."

"Well, yes." Cheng Lin was not polite with him either.

After saying this, the two suddenly looked at each other and fell silent. They didn't know what else to say. After hesitating, Han Lun said, "Then, if it's okay, I'll go back first, and get medicine."

"Okay," Cheng Lin nodded, watching Han Lun, who was wearing a bandage, staggering and rubbing his body back. He opened his mouth, stopped him, and said, "Although it may be more offensive to say that, but …I still think…Symbols can be used less or less in the future. It’s just such a method of bombing that ends up at the same time. It’s okay once or twice. If it goes on for a long time, I am afraid that sooner or later, your body will have to be destroyed. NS."

Han Lun's body had already turned around. Hearing these words, after a pause and two seconds of silence, he mocked himself and said: "It won't be anymore, the symbolic seal...has been used up."

After speaking, he took a deep breath and strode forward, enduring the pain of his body, gradually leaving Cheng Lin behind.

With people coming and going, everyone was very busy, so Han Lun walked a little bit to his own temporary shelter against the flow of people.

Probably he finally paid off his debts. He was relieved a lot, but the handsome face under the gauze was still habitually strained.

"Also pay for him, deduct the cost of the treatment medicine in the 13th Division, and then have to exchange for some reserve medicine... This time it was consumed a lot and needs to be supplemented. The weapon is damaged and needs to be repaired... but the repair is missing. Where... Cheng Lin seems to be able to refining weapons? It should be possible to repair weapons... Forget it, let's think of another way... How about contact Lingbing Research Institute? But without a position in the First Division, it probably won't work... …Even if I can, I can’t get so many Contribution Points."

As he walked sullenly, Han Lun calculated the account in his heart.

His record in this exploration is quite good, he eliminated a Rogue Cultivators squad, and he has a lot of merits.

In addition, the last blow of President Black...Although the big feat has nothing to do with him, at least, he didn't eat the meat, and he rubbed some soup.

If you put it on the ordinary small lapel, this time it is already a big profit.

Only after excluding all kinds of losses and expenses, as well as Cheng Lin's debts, Han Lun found that he had almost nothing left on his hands.

"Hey." With a deep sigh, Han Lun shook his head and touched his shriveled pockets, revealing a strong breath of poverty.

This made him very uncomfortable, and he missed infinitely when he was in Yisi... at least, there he never needed to think about it...

At this moment, suddenly, he heard the sound of a car whistling in front of him: "Di~Didi~"

Two car headlights shone brightly.

Stabbed him to turn his head.

Subconsciously turned sideways to let the road open, and then he raised his head to look at the car.

When he saw the license plate of the car with the word "Jing", he stayed, and then he was solemn.

The car did not move forward, but stopped in place. The driver got out of the car and waited aside, as if waiting for someone.

Han Lun looked over curiously, only to see a few people walking out of a barracks not far away.

The man was not tall at the moment, he was wearing a tunic suit with a split head, a pair of old-fashioned glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the pen cap pinned to his chest pocket was dazzling.

Han Lun was immediately stunned, that was actually Shi Shengcun!

Shi Shengcun didn't seem to notice him. He just walked toward the car while talking with Xu Qu next to him.

Han Lun was stunned, and no one came to bother him.

It wasn't until Shi Shengcun approached that Han Lun felt like a robot that had been pressed the start button. His spirits shook suddenly, and his scarred body collapsed straight!

With a "slap", the legs came together and they were nailed to the ground like a nail. One hand that was good was raised, and a military salute was made!

"Hello Principal Shi!"

His subconscious reaction immediately attracted the attention of a group of people. Shi Shengcun was about to get in the car, and he turned his head to look over. On that ordinary face, there was a hint of surprise: "You are..."

"Report! The second period student of the First Division, Han Lun! I met the principal!"

Shi Shengcun's eyes moved slightly, and then a smile appeared on his face: "Han Lun...I remember you, sorry, you are like this, I didn't recognize it just now."

After a pause, the first powerhouse in the Xia country, the director of the First Division Wen Yan asked: "Um, remember that you should have returned to the Jiu Division, right? How have you been recently?"

When Han Lun heard the words, his high-spirited posture disappeared a little bit. His face with gauze hung down without looking at Shi Shengcun’s eyes. If the previous action was a subconscious reaction, then, it was only then that he woke up. Has long been expelled from a division.

"Thank you for the principal's concern, I... okay." Han Lun said bitterly, lowering his head.

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