Hidden Assassin

"There are still more than 20 days before the school celebration. It is said that Fang Yusi will come from Hong Kong. I will dance with her at that time, and maybe I can get an autograph."

Sitting on the bed and changing out of her pajamas and putting on her bra, Lingjing said casually.

"Fang Yusi? That outdated star?" He came out of the kitchen with a banana, and looked at the stretched half body of the girl in the back room. Jiaming smiled, "I'd rather have your signature from Lingjing, which is more valuable." Potential, anyone with a discerning eye should see that the only thing Lingjing you can't compare to her is breasts, but you are still young, she is already old..."

"Go, Fang Yusi is out of temper." Lingjing rolled his eyes at him, but couldn't help laughing, "I heard that she is only twenty years old, and both Shasha and I like her. Don't you, Shasha?"

"Well, sleep with me again." Shasha, who was sleeping next to her, hugged Lingjing's legs and leaned over in a daze. Said: "Lingjing, I still didn't finish some math problems yesterday. I copied the problems in my notebook, and I have to hand them in this morning."

"Huh?" Ling Jing, who was wearing stockings, was taken aback for a moment, "Last night you clearly said that you only played the game after you finished writing, and you still grabbed the remote control from me..."

"Don't scold me." Covering her ears, Shasha showed a lazy and charming smile under the quilt, "Please, Lingjing, what is the relationship between us?" Silence was invalid, she picked up the pillow beside her and threw it at it, but was hugged by the girl who was still snoozing, and continued to sleep. Since the three of them lived together, she seemed to be used to having something in her arms to sleep .

Outside the house, the gray sky had just revealed a light gray belly, and the sound of cock crowing could be heard in the distance, and Jia Ming was busy in the kitchen. The aroma of breakfast.

Washing face, rinsing mouth, between kitchen and toilet, and Jiaming's body tacitly intertwined, living together for a year made all three of them feel warm like an old married couple, but on the other hand, freshness Still confused, they are all only sixteen or seventeen years old, high school students, studying in different classes in the same school, have different attitudes towards people, face different activities, make different friends, and say no to different people The same thing, but back to this home, the three of them are one again.

Simply combing her hair into two ponytails in front of the half-length mirror, Ling Jing asked into the bedroom: "Xusha, where are your homework?"

"I don't know, find it yourself..." Lingjing rolled her eyes when there was a lazy murmur in the room, and found a rustling math homework book from the pile of books on the sofa, and then opened it on the table in front of her. Although this is not the first time something like this has happened, I still can't help but complain: "Jiaming, I remember that Shasha is older than both of us?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Why do I feel like her mother? Wow, I can't even solve this problem, Shasha, you are going to piss me off...you can change your name to Silly..."

Unscrupulous snickers came from the room, there were several bangs on the floor, and Rusha, who was wrapped in a quilt, ran out of the room. She was used to sleeping naked. Her legs dangled in front of Lingjing, and then she slammed onto the sofa and hugged Lingjing's body from behind: "Okay, Mom Lingjing, thank you."

"You, you, you...I help you with your homework, but you still come to quarrel with me...Gu Jiaming, take your eldest wife away..."

Start a new day with some noise, some confusion, some warmth, and some freshness. But in a certain dormitory of the school, the beginning of each day is a little different. Woke up from sleep at 3:30 in the morning. When I opened my eyes, what I saw was the fluffy black object. The girl hugged it habitually, then got up from the bed, washed her face and rinsed her mouth.

Since she is a relatively rare Japanese student, she is still the only one in the apartment-style dormitory where four people can live together. There is no need to turn on the lights. She can go up and down the stairs in the dark clearly and orderly. Get everything done. After folding the quilt and putting the big panda doll next to the pillow, she will also start her daily meditation routine.

In the quiet, almost deep room, there seemed to be two dolls sitting motionless on the bed, but one was black and white, with comfortable fluff all over, it was a giant panda for minors to play with, and the other was dressed in The pajamas are as youthful and beautiful as a high-quality adult toy.

The sky had not yet dawned. It was about half past four. She put on her clothes and went out for a jog. Ming, Lingjing, and Shasha lived in the small building, then ran to school together, and then went to the school for simple martial arts training. Of course, sometimes you can meet, sometimes you will miss.

After leaving the school gate, she felt that something was wrong with the weather, and it was likely to rain today. But for her, the light rain in spring is not a problem. She jogged along the street. There were not many vehicles on the road, and there were mostly large hotels and restaurants on both sides. The lights in the lobby were bright, but after an all-night Most of the guards standing guard and in front of the door are a bit tired. Under such circumstances, a beautiful girl in a white sportswear with long flowing hair and full of vitality is undoubtedly a refreshing landscape.

However, when the dawn like a fish maw rose from the sky, light rain also fell in a patter.

The street lights on the street have been turned off. When the rain falls, vehicles drive past and pedestrians approach, creating an unusually fresh urban atmosphere. Standing at the door of a hotel, patting the rain on his body, a car stopped nearby, and the handsome man who got out of the car seemed to look at this cool and beautiful girl with interest, and then came over The security guard who wanted to drive the car to the parking lot for him waved his hand: "No, have Ms. Fang and Mr. Zheng come down, we are leaving soon."

"Well, I heard that they will come down soon. We have already picked up the car for them. Mr. Zhang, you go in first and wait."

"Okay, go get busy." Nodding, Zhang Jingfeng walked aside, "Miss, do you need an umbrella? I have a VIP card for this hotel, and I can ask the hotel to buy one for you."

The sound of the rain was rustling, and the sincere words were exchanged for an embarrassing silence, as if a handful of salt was sprinkled into the water, and there was no reaction at all. Ten seconds, twenty seconds, just before he thought the girl in front of him was dumb. Only then did the other party send a faint response: "Thank you, no need.".

"Hehe, it's okay, I'm just doing it with a little effort."

"..."

For the next minute or two, the situation seemed a bit embarrassing, and there were no more responses. The girl looked at the light rain outside, as if thinking about whether the feeling of walking in the rain would be good, but she didn't pay the slightest attention to the attentive man around her. There are no facial expressions. This made Chen Jingfeng feel very embarrassed.

It is true that a large part of the reason why he wants to strike up a conversation now is because of the girl's beautiful appearance. If the person standing by the door is a middle-aged woman, he will naturally not be in the mood to answer her. But in any case, it is human nature to love beautiful things, and he does not have any obscene thoughts in his heart, so he is not worthy of being condemned. But the girl's reaction still made him feel a sense of frustration.

There has been a lot of frustration recently, probably due to the financial crisis.

Lingjing resigned from his "Nordic Fantasy" in February this year, and he has been in a state of depression. In fact, his love for Lingjing may not be so deep-rooted that he is shocked, but he has to The things I get are often the best, especially after the young man named Gu Jiaming sang the song "Dongfeng Po" at the Christmas party that day, the responses from all sides showed that the handsome, handsome, rich and rich himself would not be this ordinary boy Therefore, Lingjing's image became extraordinarily bright and dazzling.

Originally planning to launch a series of elegant and subtle romantic offensives at the right time, who knows that Lingjing already has a certain degree of vigilance in her heart, but all ambiguous topics will be brought up in spring and autumn style, and there will be no three sentences in every conversation. Bringing it to official business, the offensive has not yet started, and the other party has resigned. At this time, she only knows that she is studying at Sacred Heart College, and she doesn't even have a contact number, so the frustration becomes more and more intense. And the scene in front of him seems to further confirm that his attractiveness to women has dropped to an all-time low.

"Cough, I'm sorry, I'm busy. Goodbye."

He waved his hands with a natural smile as much as possible, and walked towards the hotel calmly. After a long time, the girl looked at the name and sign of the hotel, and after a short thought, walked into the hotel lobby.

In front of the counter, several people seem to be going through the formalities of leaving. The leader is Zhang Jingfeng who just hit up a conversation with her, and there are also a man and a woman who are traveling with her. The man is probably in his forties, and the woman looks young and beautiful. Tall, wearing a pair of lavender sunglasses, with a cold expression. Four men who looked like bodyguards stood beside them. When the girl walked to the counter, a waiter smiled and said, "Miss, is there anything I can do for you?"

"I want to buy an umbrella."

"Oh." The waiter nodded, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, "Our hotel can indeed purchase umbrellas, but you must be a guest of our hotel, or hold a VIP card of our hotel, please Do you have a VIP card?"

"VIP card..." The girl frowned slightly, the woman wearing sunglasses over there seemed to be in a bad mood, sneered slightly, and whispered to the middle-aged man beside her: "I'm still a student, she thinks this is a hotel or a convenience store ..." Zhang Jingfeng smiled, and took out a card: "Oh, I have a VIP card, this is my friend, please..."

Before she finished speaking, the girl took out a white wallet from her pocket: "I lived here a few years ago... I don't know what it's like..."

Shaking it casually, five or six cards of different colors fell on the counter, along with a few coins and crumpled small-denomination RMB, probably barely enough to have a breakfast on the side of the road, looking at those Qian and the rough-made library card on the surface, the woman far away from the counter seemed to want to smile, and then the smile turned into a surprised expression, as for Zhang Jingfeng who was closer, he had already begun to embarrass himself The VIP card in his hand was recycled.

Carefully taking back the money, looking at the card on the counter, the girl named Tsukiji Kaoru was a little distressed. .