This assistant is serious

Standing on the southernmost side of the Lingyang Third Middle School is the library building of the entire college, storing more than 80,000 paper basic knowledge books, as well as countless electronic books.

Among them, there are even some low-level talent skill explanation books, which can be regarded as one of the landmark buildings of Lingyang Three Middle School.

At this time, Jiang Ling was on the second floor of the library building, in the leisure library, sitting quietly on the small table on the side, seriously studying a book.

On the cover of "General Saint Ray's Love and Entanglement"

, the little bird's servant beautiful girl Lihua snuggles up in a broad chest.

The man in purple robe embraced him, like a tough face sharpened by a knife and an axe, warm as water starry eyes, and the corners of his bohemian mouth.

In the background is pink-purple falling petals, gentle breeze.

This damn undying romance comes to the face.

I don't know how there are such books in the school library.

"Jiang Jiang, it's not good, those people in our class are coming towards the library building, do we want to shift our position." Jiang

Ling, who was seeing the climax, reluctantly put down the book in his hand.

Ahhhh, they have all experienced several rounds of misunderstandings, and the truth is about to come out.

What will happen to Gu Dashuai, what will happen to Xiaomei

, the misunderstanding will be lifted, what kind of love-hate entanglement will they have....

Ah~ I really want to continue reading ah....

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Reluctantly

, put the book back on the shelf, carefully noted down the location of the shelf, and when the military training is over, he will definitely lend the book out and read it in one breath!

"Hmph, I really want to beat them all up. Jiang Ling muttered dissatisfiedly, imagining a scene where a talent skill would fan everyone away, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Jiang Jiang, are you all right?" Huang Yuanyuan, looking at the wandering eyes, the corners of his mouth raised, a little delicate Jiang Ling, couldn't help but worry.

It's okay, it's okay, let's go, take the flag and finish this game first. "

Being interrupted by others to read the novel, Jiang Ling is a little unhappy, anyway, listening to the meaning of the instructor, it doesn't matter if she puts a heavy hand, then she won't keep her hand.

End this game early.

......

"Brother Yan, the people have almost gathered, but Wei Wu and they didn't come.

Li Yan looked around, did not see the five figures of Su Naiwen, a little dissatisfied, but looked at the crowd he gathered, and his heart was happy.

It seems that he still has a call in the class.

"Thank you for giving me Li Yan's face..." Learning

the scene words he learned from his father, he had already imagined that with a wave of his hand, everyone rushed towards Jiang Ling, and his body straightened up.

Vaguely, as if I remembered BGM, I can go to the crowd to look up to me at will, and I never need to look back....

However, it is not....

Man Hui came out of the crowd, his eyes swept around, and he didn't see Su Naiwen's figures, and he was a little unhappy in his heart, but he was also relieved.

There was no bird Li Yan's words at all, and he said unceremoniously: "Say it well in advance, who can grab the banner depends on ability, and if you lose, you don't have to be anxious."

Non-existent, pray not to run into me when you fight."

"Oh, you're so awesome, what about your own team flag?"

Can't you hide it?" Several

guys who could get on the table raised each other, completely ignoring Li Yan's existence.

"..." Standing

slightly embarrassed, his palms clenched, his face quite ugly.

"I said, did you take me seriously..." Zila

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The piercing familiar voice came again, and the rough voice of Wanhe made people sound a little shocking.

"Hey, hey, I heard it, little cubs, the last round of shrinking circles, the library building, the No. 1 teaching building is closed, only the flag square is the game range, well, eleven forty, ten hundred thousand, na, there are twenty minutes to play the game is over, come on, the final battle is waiting for you!"

What the hell, the last words of two dozen chicken blood directly silenced people, and, did this instructor himself not graduate from elementary school?

"Lean, last shake, fight!"

"If you can win Jiang Ling, Lao Tzu will also be regarded as a cowman who has won the awakened innate destiny in the future."

"Brothers, wealth and glory are in this dynasty!" "

Death is also death, and great planning is also death; waiting for death, death is the country!" On

the top floor, Li Zhi looked at the middle school and second teenagers howling downstairs, very speechless.

Now this young man, impetuous....

That rebellion and uprising seem to have been cleaned up by Jiang Ling when he first grabbed the black flag, right?

Now this picture of righteousness and awe-inspiring "entrepreneurs", I don't know what kind of rotten meat eaters Jiang Ling and her team are.

And Li Yan, who gathered the "people's uprising", was pitifully ignored at this moment.

Li Yan: ಠ╭╮ಠ

Laozi is a [Wind Whisperer], not [everyone], no one can understand my feelings!"

I saw Jiang Ling carrying the black flag in his left hand and the No. 1 red flag in his right hand, slowly walking out of the library.

And Huang Yuanyuan's other four people, one of them also held a flag, followed behind him.

As soon as these five people walked out, everyone who was still noisy fell silent, watching out for Jiang Ling and the five like a great enemy, and some even subconsciously took half a step back, feeling pain in their ankles and calves.

Li Yan, who wanted to pay attention, also closed his mouth at this moment, and his neck subconsciously shrunk.

Even if they were all wearing the same standard military training uniform, it was difficult to hide Jiang Ling's outstanding posture and momentum.

Facing the gaze of the five girls, some people said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry Jiang Ling, don't blame us for bullying more, you are too strong, this year, too strong is easy to be kicked out first."

Jiang Ling was stunned, remembering the domineering quotes of the male protagonist in the book he had just read, "That's because it's not strong enough!"

Such domineering words made these middle two teenagers burn blood in their chests.

Is this the posture of the strong?

!"Okay, I would like to call you the strongest, be careful!

We all go together!"

said Man Hui, with a solemn face, led the other four people of his team, and rushed towards Jiang Ling unceremoniously.

"What are you doing stunned, up!" I

don't know who in the crowd gave an order, and the others subconsciously rushed towards Jiang Ling.

For a while, a scuffle formed in front of the library building.

Behind the grass not far away, Su Naiwen looked at this chaotic picture and was amazed.

"Good fellow, or girls fight wonderfully, lean, thanks to this milking dragon claw hand is a same-sex cast, if any obscene opposite sex makes it, it must not be drowned with a spit star, convicted of hooliganism."

Xie Zhuang pulled the grass, revealing a gap, watching Huang Yuanyuan being surrounded by two girls, pulling clothes and grabbing hair, his heart was dark and there was a complicated meaning at the same time, "Well, alas, alas! What did that kid do! How dare you hit a woman..."

Yang You's usually cold face was also shocked by the wonderful fight in front of him.

Girls pull their hair and grab clothes, boys don't dare to be too forced to step forward to capture the flag, the flag is snatched away, and some allies quietly touch the backstab and pull out their crotches.

It's even livelier than the wet market in the early summer morning.

"Oh~ this Jiang Ling... Awesome!" Su Naiwen looked at the black and red double flag, facing the siege of twenty or thirty people, still walking idly, the long flag in his hand into the gun, and put down several in succession.

Wei Wu, whose hands were itchy, couldn't help but move his wrists, his burly body nestled in the grass a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't wait to say, "Brother Wen, when are we going to make a move."

Su Naiwen looked energetic and waved his hand, "No hurry, let the bullets fly for a while." "