Master: My Disciple Matches The SSR Aizen Template

Chapter 48 You Are Their Instructor! (44, Looking For Flowers, Monthly Tickets)

"Master~"

"Next week, there will be an exhibition at the Zhonghai Arts and Crafts Art Museum, and I want to go with the master! I really want to have the opportunity to let the master lead me by the rope, in the halls full of artistic atmosphere, Wander..."

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on Lin Mo's desk and body through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Supporting his chin with one hand, with the remaining hand, he lightly rotated the signature pen at his fingertips, with calm eyes, thinking carefully about what to say.

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At this moment, on the side, the light of the mobile phone screen lit up.

"Wow!"

"Brother Mo... I didn't expect that you look gentle and honest, but in private, you play so much?!"

Next to Lin Mo's work desk, on weekdays, Wang Ning, a colleague with a good relationship, subconsciously glanced at him.

He saw the profile picture flashing past, and the content of the information still hanging in front of the screen... His eyes widened suddenly, and he followed, looking at Lin Mo with a winking expression.

He lowered his voice again and said excitedly.

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The message pops up again:

"At that time, I must wear my favorite dog collar!"

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Lin Mo rolled his eyes and held the phone in front of him.

Returned a message:

'No time. '

Ever since that day, Yang Xiuya wore black stockings, a hip-wrapped skirt, and a white shirt... and put on a black circle in front of her neck, and knelt in front of her, this girl seemed to have been developed something different Attributes.

"correct."

"The avatar just now seems to be the same as that of 'Yang Xiuya'!"

Wang Ning seemed to have thought of something. He took out his mobile phone, opened the company's large group, searched for a while on the group list, and found Yang Xiuya's nickname and profile picture. He raised his head, glanced at the front of the office, and moved his forehead The front lock of hair was tied behind her head, and she looked like a goddess emitting bright light.

He leaned against Lin Mo's direction, his face was ruddy, and he whispered more excitedly, and said.

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Lin Mo glanced at Yang Xiuya first, and then at Wang Ning. The young man's eyes shone slightly, as if he was imagining something.

"Yang Xiuya, when faced with billions of assets, I mean, Jiang Nanchun before bankruptcy, she always held her posture."

Wang Ning touched his chin with his hand, and his brows were slightly frowned, showing a gesture of serious discussion.

continued:

"I guess, if you want Yang Xiuya to do this according to the information, I'm afraid there is no chance..."

After all, it seemed very regrettable.

Although Yang Xiuya failed to marry into a wealthy family, she still has a high status in the company and is a well-deserved goddess.

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"This is Yang Xiuya."

Lin Mo said suddenly.

"It turned out to be like this, why didn't I think of it... I turned around and picked up a girl, and asked her to change into Yang Xiuya's profile picture... Then, I took her as Yang Xiuya!"

Wang Ning said excitedly.

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Rolling his eyes again, Lin Mo stopped talking. At this time, not to mention that he didn't see the nickname, even if he saw the nickname, he would just give a thumbs up and say "I want to do the same".

Glancing at the time, it's time to get off work.

Packed up the documents, put on a shoulder bag, and walked outside the company.

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Not long after, a black Volkswagen Passat drove out from the underground garage.

Drive through the lanes.

Lin Mo stared at the front of the windshield with his black and white eyes. The interior of the car was very silent. After a while, he suddenly broke the silence.

"came back?"

Moderate tone.

In the back seat, a black figure, with a pious expression, replied respectfully:

"My lord!"

Time passed quickly, it was already two days later.

In the past two days, Lin Mo has been researching and confirming that it is suitable for the matching template [Ni Xiao] and [Phantom Thief·The Magician under the Moonlight] two members.

At present, in my heart, I already have a rough outline of the suitable membership conditions.

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"Is grandpa in good health?"

With a calm tone, Lin Mo continued to ask.

"The spirit is much better. This time I went over and clamored to be discharged from the hospital."

Gin, answered seriously.

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The black car made a U-turn at a nearby intersection and drove into an ordinary office building.

When it is released again.

Lin Mo was alone, driving another car towards Dongcheng District.

Occasionally, through the rearview mirror, when looking at the traffic behind the car, even he couldn't confirm where the gin was.

Coming back this time, the degree of fit between the gin as a shadow and the template has improved a bit.

However, Lin Mo knew that in a short period of time, the compatibility of gin and wine would never be as perfect as that of Liu Mingqiang. Unless, his last flaw as a shadow... disappears!

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The car drove into Dongcheng District and into a small furniture factory called 'Xinglida'.

Not big.

There are two factory buildings, and an office and accommodation building on the ground floor.

Parking the car in front of the parking space, Lin Mo looked around at this new 'training base'. Different from the previous places, the location here, as well as the furniture workshop on the surface, have been carefully arranged.

In other words, this factory will serve as a fixed 'training base' for a long time to come!

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Walk into the second factory building at the back and walk in the long corridor.

The figure of Shadow Gin appeared and followed him not far or near.

Push the door open and walk into the large factory room.

Liu Mingqiang, who was wearing a black suit, and nineteen youths in front of him, appeared in front of Lin Mo and Jin Jiu.

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"From now on, you will be their instructor."

"I need you. From among them, select nine absolute elites..."

Lin Mo stopped, looked into the distance, and said to Jin Jiu who was following him.

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