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She smiled again and said lightly: "Or two together?"

"..."

The classroom was still quiet, and the students did not react, including several of Sheng Song's younger brothers.

It wasn't until Sheng Song hummed again that the two boys next to him hurriedly lifted the table as if they were awakening from a dream.

Sheng Song was able to breathe, gasping for air.

He pushed the boy away and looked at Ye Tuanlan with sinister eyes: "New classmate, what do you mean? You just gave me a kick on the third day after coming to school? Why did I provoke you?"

"That's right!" the man said angrily, "Brother Song, we haven't seen you in the past three days, what are you doing?"

"Who asked me to touch my things? Which hand? Or -" Ye Banlan lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "Feet?"

Sheng Song looked confused.

Ye Banglan already knows that he did it?

How do you know?

But before Sheng Song had time to think about it, his right wrist was grabbed!

The girl only used her thumb and index finger to easily circle around his bones and joints, and she didn't know which acupuncture point she touched.

"ah--!"

The pain hit instantly, and Sheng Song screamed in pain.

"Brother Song!"

"Brother Song, what's wrong with you?"

Sheng Song's body was trembling. He felt like countless needles were pricking his hands at the same time, causing severe pain in all the nerves in his hands.

"It seems it's not this one." Ye Wanlan nodded, "Then it's this one."

She gently squeezed his left hand again.

To outsiders, the girl's movements were gentle and without any force.

But Sheng Song only felt inhuman pain. He was shocked and angry: "Ye Turning, what did you do?!"

"It's not this one either." Ye Banlan said in a calm voice, "It seems like it only has legs."

Sheng Song was so frightened that he subconsciously jumped back a few steps.

"What are you doing?!"

With a cold shout, the head teacher of Class 2 knocked on the door heavily with a stern expression.

"Teacher, someone comes to our class to provoke!"

"I just kicked down Sheng Song's table."

"Class is now in session, please leave if you have no relevant personnel." The head teacher of Class 2 glanced at Ye Tuanlan coldly.

He had heard a few days ago that a new transfer student had arrived. She had dropped out of No. 1 Middle School three years ago. Now No. 1 Middle School no longer wanted her, so she came to No. 7 Middle School.

Fortunately, he was not thrust into their class by the principal, otherwise he would not be able to teach in future classes.

Ye Banglan smiled calmly at Sheng Song, turned around and left.

At this moment, Sheng Song felt as if he had fallen into the freezing cold.

He kicked the boy next to him: "Why are you turning the air conditioner so low? I'm freezing to death!"

The boy didn't know why: "Song, Song, brother, it's only 20 degrees... I'll adjust it right now!"

This class of Class 1 is a history class, and Ye Wanlan sat down with worries from many students.

Class 2 was right across from Class 1, so they naturally heard what was going on in Class 2.

In the end what happened?

Ye Tuanlan was still calm, and she took out the history textbook that the study committee member helped her get again.

"Are you okay?" Su Xueqing quietly handed her a piece of soft candy, "Eat some candy and you'll feel better."

Ye Banglan looked at the piece of candy placed in her palm and smiled lightly: "Thank you, I haven't eaten candy in a long time."

"How long?" Su Xueqing was confused.

Sugar is not expensive, even she can afford it.

"I have a sister." Ye Banlan said, "She always tells me, sister, eat sweets. Sweet ones will make you feel good. I will share all my sweets with you."

Su Xueqing was stunned for a moment, a little envious: "You two sisters have such a good relationship, so she will definitely be angry if she knows that you are being bullied."

Ye Banglan fell silent instead. After a while, she smiled: "I don't know if we will see her again, but she will live a good life, and that's enough."

Su Xueqing was very sensible and did not ask further questions.

Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite, and so does she.

**

On the other side, the psychological consultation room.

Bureau 723 moved very quickly and found out that the person from Class 1, Grade 2, who entered Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School last night was Sheng Song.

"The school you are looking for is really biased. It doesn't even have surveillance cameras turned on at night, and the principal is so stingy." The person on the other end of the phone complained. "Fortunately, there was a surveillance camera on the street that captured the video, and the clarity was restored. 720p HD, already sent to your mobile phone."

Rong Yu nodded and couldn't help but sigh: "This classmate really doesn't learn well. How could he do such a thing?"

"What's going on? Is this person any harm to China?" The other party's tone was very nervous for a moment, "Did he have some secret weapon in his hand and prepare to blow up one of our cities?!"

Rong Yu: "..."

What kind of secret weapon can a little gangster use?

Seeing that he didn't respond, the other end of the phone became even more nervous: "Is it even more dangerous? We'll send someone over right now!"

Otherwise, how could they receive the order from their superiors to investigate such a small person?

No--

Anyone who is investigated by Bureau 723, no matter how small, is still in great danger!

"No, no, no." Rong Yu called out in time, "He is not dangerous, but he is indeed quite harmful. It's a small problem. If you don't need it, you must not come."

Just kidding, if Bureau 723 is dispatched, not to mention everyone in Jiangcheng will be in danger, even Yunjing will be shocked.

Bureau 723, a protective organizational force established in the early 20th century.

The reason why we use these three numbers to name it is to always be wary of one thing among the members——

Three hundred years ago, in 1723, China suffered a devastating disaster and was almost destroyed.

It was the ancestors who used the blood of their corpses to preserve the mainland of China.

Rong Yu only knew that Bureau 723 was closely related to Yan Tingfeng, but he did not know the specific position of his good brother in Bureau 723.

After all, Bureau 723 was established around the same time as his birth date. At that time, he was still a finger-gnawing baby.

"How are you going to solve it?" Rong Yu turned around and said, "The Sheng family probably has something to do with that Sheng Hexi. Hey, I forgot his name. I have such a bad memory."

Yan Tingfeng suddenly said: "Come back?"

Rong Yu turned his head and saw Binghe pushing a cart of flowers. He was surprised and said, "Oh, did you really pick 999 flowers?"

"Don't worry, young master, there will definitely be no missing flowers." Tie Ma assured, "I have already counted them once."

The glacier is wilting.

"Okay, okay, put down the flowers." Rong Yu said, "The key now is how to deal with this bad student."

Binghe immediately cheered up: "Young Master, as long as you give the order, I will bring that kid over and kill him immediately!"

Tiema nodded solemnly. He said nothing, but the words "Me too" were written all over his face.

Rong Yu: "..."

Killing people at every turn is really hopeless.

He is giving up his job!

Yan Tingfeng tapped the table with his fingers and smiled slightly: "No hurry, there is another urgent matter now."

"But according to the young master's orders!" Binghe and Tiema were ready.

"get out of class will be over in a while. I'll pick out the best one and give it to Miss Ye." Yan Tingfeng smiled softly, "Let her be happy, do you understand?"

Binghe: "Huh?"

Is this an emergency?

He compared the emergency orders Yan Tingfeng had issued before, and for the first time he began to have new doubts about the word "urgent".

But after the get out of class bell rang, Binghe and Tiema appeared in front of Ye Banlan on time and handed her a bouquet of flowers.

"Miss Ye, this is a gift from sir."

"Very fresh rose flowers." Ye Banlan sniffed it and nodded, "I'm interested."

Glacier: "..."

Can it be stale?

He just finished picking it.

Ye Banglan accepted the flowers and raised his eyebrows: "You are always elusive. Are you secret guards or dead soldiers?"

The bodies of Binghe and Tiema instantly tensed up, and their muscles bulged, as if they were going to kill each other at any moment.

"Why are you nervous?" Ye Banlan smiled, "I just said that casually. It's the same in TV dramas, isn't it?"

Glacier: "..."

Iron Horse: "..."

Both of them felt that they had been fooled.

But think about it, although Ye Banlan has returned to the Lin family, he still has no contact with the Lin family in Yunjing, so how can he know the secrets of the family?

Although the six major sects were destroyed three hundred years ago, Chinese martial arts was also lost.

But there are still a few people who guard the remaining inheritance and continue to move forward.

Ye Banglan looked at the bunch of rose flowers in her hand with a calm expression, thinking of the four dead soldiers that King Yan once gave her.

They were with her through life and death, but they didn't know what happened to them after she left.

As a dead soldier, even if he dies, he will not be able to leave his name in the history books, and he will not even have his own grave.

A dead man is destined to sleep forever in a dark night where no one cares about him.

And their merits and demerits are destined to be unknown.

"If there is anything else Miss Ye has to say, you can tell us." Binghe added, "We will tell it to Mr. Ye, who is very interested in Miss Ye."

This time, he must have said the right thing, right?

Ye Banglan smiled slightly: "No, thank him for me."

"Then I won't disturb Miss Ye." Binghe breathed a sigh of relief.

He pulled the iron horse, and the two finally walked up the stairs this time, but they were a little uncomfortable.

Ye Banglan quietly looked at the scenery on the terrace for a while, then returned to the classroom with the flowers.

"Who is turning the tide at night?" Before the fourth period, the moral education director stood at the door of Class 1, Grade 2.

The students were a little confused.

"Don't let me single you out personally, take the initiative yourself!" the moral education director said in a harsh tone.

You went to make trouble in another class when you first arrived, and you want to be expelled?

Good morning~~

Ah ah ah, the babies continue to check in and catch up, wow, Sister Lan is still PKing!