Longevity: Start with infinite blue bar

A life unexpectedly occurred in the bank. This incident greatly shocked the people around them. They hid in their corners and did not dare to move.

Several staff members on the inside of the glass frantically threw the cash in their hands outside.

Gu Shang glanced at the body on the ground.

It seems that he is also a high school student like him, and he has a certain foundation in practice. It's a pity that the other party has never practiced before. Even the most fragile thermal weapon cannot be resisted with physical force.

Picking up the pencil again, Gu Shang gently bent it and broke it in half.

His eyes traveled over everyone around him.

After repeated confirmations, he was sure that there were no accomplices of the other party among the remaining people.

Holding a pencil in his left and right hands, he flicked it, and with a very strange inertial pencil drawing, two black shadows were accurately inserted into the necks of the two robbers.

The two fell to the ground instantly.

The pencil instantly penetrated the carotid artery, killing them within a short time.

Seeing two more corpses on the ground, the onlookers became even more frightened. At the same time, a lot of eyes were turned to Gu Shang. After all, the range of his movements just now was so large that he could not hide it from the people next to him.

"It's okay, the robbers have been dealt with, everyone can go out."

Gu Shang stood up and opened the bank door.

The hall was silent for three seconds, and then everyone ran out of the bank in a rush, with only a few people left.

Gu Shang walked to one of the counters and took out a bank card and his receipt: "Hello, I want to withdraw money, 10 million yuan."

The staff here had not recovered from the shock just now, and when they heard him say such a large share, the expressions on their faces became even weirder.

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart whether the other party was going to have a different kind of robbery.

After inserting the card into the machine, he said respectfully: "Classmate, just enter the password."

Gu Shang's fingers flew around and entered a series of numbers and letters on the keys next to him.

【bite】

Looking at the response on the machine, the staff breathed a sigh of relief.

"Classmate, please go to the side and wait for a moment. We will call you after we have loaded the money."

The staff member pointed to the seat next to him very politely.

Gu Shang nodded and returned to his seat. He picked up his phone and scrolled through the video while waiting.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a slovenly beard came over and said, "Hello, classmate, can I have a simple interview with you?"

He held an old mobile phone, turned on the camera, and approached Gu Shang.

"Sorry, it's not convenient."

Gu Shang directly rejected the other party's request.

"Student, please think about it again. I am a reporter for our City S Evening News. After the interview, I will write a report specifically for you. You will definitely get a reward from the school."

As he spoke, the reporter had already thought of the names for the report.

[Shocked, a high school student actually did such a thing in a bank]

[Shocking, the story a male high school student had to tell at the bank with two robbers]

Gu Shang was rarely speechless anymore, but facing this scene, he had to become speechless.

He changed his position and sat down again, and continued playing with his phone.

The middle-aged reporter on the other side left the bank in frustration. As soon as he reached the door, he looked back unwillingly, so he went to the glass window next to him, picked up his cell phone and secretly took photos of Gu Shang.

The president had told him two days ago that if he didn't make some news, he would face the risk of being fired. For the sake of his job, he had to do this.

Just after taking two photos, a big hand suddenly reached out and snatched away his phone.

"Asshole, what are you secretly filming?"

The middle-aged reporter looked anxiously. The person who came was also a high school student in a school uniform, who was looking at him with an angry face.

"Do you still have a conscience in your heart when you invade other people's privacy like this? Do you have any morals?"

After being taught by the other party for a while, the middle-aged reporter immediately lowered his head and turned a little red.

As a reporter, he is still somewhat thick-skinned, but it feels uncomfortable to be lectured by a young man so much younger than himself.

"Just take care of yourself!"

After the high school student finished speaking, he walked to the bank with his mobile phone.

"Brother, there was an old pervert outside just secretly filming you. This is his cell phone. Take a look and delete them all."

Gu Shang was a little surprised when he heard the voice coming from behind him.

Everything that happened outside was under his observation. To his surprise, he detected a trace of his origin in this young man.

This kid is very likely to be a transcendent. Even if he is not a transcendent, he is inextricably related to the transcendent.

Staring into the other person's eyes carefully, Gu Shang didn't find anything wrong.

"Thank you, otherwise I would have been taken advantage of by this pervert."

Gu Shang said with a smile.

"We are all from the same school, so we should always take care of each other when we go out."

The young man looked casual.

"That's what you said."

Gu Shang smiled, then picked up the phone in the other person's hand and deleted all the photos in it.

At the same time, he also kept the other person's appearance in his heart.

"I remember now. Aren't you the survivor who came out of the dungeon? An outstanding student of our school."

The young man seemed to have suddenly thought of something and looked at Gu Shang with surprise.

"We are all the same age. You can come out of such a dangerous place safely. It is really admirable. Classmate, can you sign for me?"

As the young man said, he took out a black notebook and handed over a carbon pen.

Gu Shang glanced at the notebook in his hand, and then looked back and forth at the young man's face.

"I'm sorry, my hand was injured in the dungeon, and writing is still difficult for me."

Gu Shang found a reason and refused directly.

Looking at the other party's smooth movements, it is estimated that he had already planned to ask him to sign.

He had no doubt that as long as he wrote his name in this book, something bad would happen, such as some plots in "Death Note".

Seeing Gu Shang's direct refusal, the young man was a little surprised.

But he did not continue to pester her, instead he put away his notebook and threw his phone outside. The middle-aged reporter caught it in a panic and ran away.

"Zhou Yang, since it is not convenient for you to sign, then take a photo with me. I really admire you."

The young man changed his words, took out his phone, and turned on the selfie.