Heaven Awakening Path

“No...” After answering Lupin's question without answering back, Morson immediately disappeared like a flyer and didn't even eat again.

“What's going on?” Su Tang frowned. Everyone can see that Morsen is very unwell at ease.

“Looks like a heavy heart.” Luping repeatedly nodded in approval.

“Want to see it again?” Su Tang was a little worried, she had seen Murderer Mosen a lot of times, but she had never really looked like she was defenseless.

“I don't have to, do I? He'll just be more depressed to see me.” Lupin said.

“He wants you to go to Garden 18. What's up?” Su Tang asked the question again, and this time Luping failed to answer and was interrupted again.

Three people, stopped in front of Luping and Su Tang, stood in unison and pulled out the surrounding frame.

Feng Feng College did not have uniform college clothing, but the three wore identical black clothing, embroidered with a crest on their left arm, silver gold, a “Chronicle” word.

Discipline Squadron!

It consists mainly of students and assists the college in maintaining order together with the team. There are teams with similar responsibilities in many colleges, but the Wind Discipline Team at Windstorm College is a little awkward to say the least.

Because the rules of the Windstroke College are not strict at all, the behavior that is severely suppressed in the vast majority of colleges is late for early departure from classes. Even the Windstroke College will not be asked. The Wind Discipline Team has very little to do, and the vast majority of students have never dealt with the Wind Discipline Team at all.

But Luping was not unfamiliar with the wind discipline team. When he saw the three of them stop in front of him, his face was particularly skilful.

“What's the matter, three seniors?” Lupin asked.

“What do you think?” The three middle-school students are called Sivan, a fourth-grader at Windstroke College, and the current captain of Wind Discipline, when he heard the word "again” in Road Ping, he was particularly angry. Since joining the Wind Discipline team in the second grade, he has been watching Luping for almost three years.

I haven't had a few classes in three years, two major exams, but only a loose college ruler like Windstroke can tolerate this. This undesirable piece of crap, Sifan has always believed it was the responsibility of the wind discipline team to find him and expel him from the academy. In addition to the three university entrance exams, Windstroke College still has some other touchless bottom lines.

But three years.

Sifan stared at Luping for almost three years and stunned and didn't catch a clue. How can he swallow this breath when others see Luping as nothing but useless waste and he can't even handle one?

But there wasn't much time left for him. The annual general examination is approaching, this time, he will graduate from the Wind College; if Luping fails, he will be expelled by the College according to hospital rules, in either case, he will no longer be able to wash away his incompetence with the Wind Discipline Team in the eyes of many people.

This week, we must find the handle of Lupin!

Silvan valued this even more than his graduation exams.

At the moment he finally found the opportunity to stare at Luping, afraid he would run away.

Lu Ping continued his helpless expression: “Everyone is so familiar, let's be honest! ”

“Don't be so close to me.” Sifan harshly scolded the road to level, "Landscape Pavilion, Garden 18, did you do it? ”

“Of course not.” Lupin said.

“Oh? Then why did someone happen to see you going to garden 18 this morning? That place is rarely visited.” Sifan said.

“Who saw it?” Lu Ping asked.

“Still got lucky?” Sifan laughed, waved, stopped watching the scene and came out of a pile of students.

“Xiaobao.” Lu Ping greeted those who had left.

The student called Bao was stunned. He and Lupin didn't even know each other, let alone talk. He knew Lupin, which was not unusual, and talked about fame, despite his poor reputation as a cowhide sugar, one of the finest at Windstroke College. But Wei Bao was just one of the ordinary people in the college. It was a little unexpected to be recognized by Luping, and he called himself “Xiaobao” only because he knew his friends.

“You know each other?” Silvan was also surprised.

“I don't know.” Both said.

You don't know her, but you call her intimate? Xifan was confused, but he could not take this into account at this time, indicating that Wei Bao said what he was going to say first.

“I saw Lupin coming from the east at the Ding junction in the Northwest Side. The intersection runs north to only one place in garden 18.” Wei Bao's face was sworn in.

“You're the only one going that way this morning. What else do you have to say?” Sifan was so confident this time, staring at Luping for almost three years, that for the first time he felt that close to his goal.

“Just me? No way. Is there anything missing from your intel?” Lu Ping was confused.

“What do you mean?” Sifan laughed, clamoring that Lupin was messing around. He doesn't mind enjoying the moment more, after all he's been waiting for so long.

“You saw me through, didn't you?” Lu Ping suddenly asked Wei Bao.

“Yes.” Wei Bao is also confident.

“I saw you too.” Road flat nodded.

“Ah?” Wei Bao stunned. There was something unnatural flashing between the eyes.

“Though you were hiding, I saw it. If you're with a girl, I'm not going to name her. You saw me come over, glanced at me, ignored me. Because at the time you were busy, your mouth was a little seven centimeters from the girl's right face, and then you closed your eyes and put your face together intoxicatingly, and then you opened your eyes? ”

“I didn't!” Wei Bao thought and didn't want to rush to say it.

“How do I know if I'm heading north or west at the intersection without opening my eyes?” Lupin said, giving Sifan a very skilful expression of helplessness: “Your witness is not reliable this time! ”

Sivan bites his teeth, this look, he has seen it a lot in three years, the word "also”, is also very stinging. Again, my face seemed to be engraved with “incompetence”.

Seeing the horrible look on Sifan's face, Luping remained calm. Wei Bao panicked. He had already reacted to his own idiot and couldn't help but explain to Sifan: “I... I am helping you! ”

“Fuck off!" Sivan didn't say another word. He understood Wei Bao's psychology, and there were too many people in the academy who looked down on Road Ping. Countless people thought Road Ping had done the Landscape Pavilion incident in Garden 18. Sifan, too, felt that Lupin was the biggest suspect, but as a member of the Wind Discipline team, he also needed clear evidence to make further inferences, not like Wei Bao, because of bias, he wanted to make it up. He stared at Luping for almost three years without building a tree, but even with the baggage of incompetence on his back, he didn't think for a second to target Luping by planting a dirty smudge. This is his bottom line, and it is absolutely intolerable to be a Wind Discipline player.

In this second, Xifan's aversion to Wei Bao exceeded that of Luping. But a second later, hatred returned.

“In six days, I'll stare at you.” Sifan said to Lupin.

“Senior year of hard work.” Lu Ping smiled.

“Go." Sifan turned around and left with two wind discipline team members. The other students immediately dispersed, and there was no shortage of disdain in speech, targeting Lupin, and targeting Xifan.

“Senior Sifan is really...” Su Tang didn't know what to use to describe it. Sifan's integrity is impeccable, but in fact, he has precedence over anyone about Lupin. In the past three years, he had been the most exposed to Lupin except Sultan, and as a result he had accumulated more and more prejudices.

“Fortunately, he's graduating soon.” Ping Lu sighed.

“What exactly did Mr. Morson ask you to do in Garden 18? Is the viewing booth any of your business?” Sultan started associating very accurately.

“It's not just about us, it's about you.” Lupin said.

“With me?” Su Tang stunned.

“So I said, Teacher Morson cares about you!” Lupin said.

Su Tang continued to be stunned, but the invisibility had realized something, and the look on his face gradually became crying.

“I just don't know if he's dead now..." Lupin said.

Dead heart?

Morson hasn't considered this next step yet. He was upset about the observation pavilion, but some of the students who heard it along the way finally calmed him down a little.

So far, no clues have been found. Just now, several students were also heard to speak plainly of Lupin.

Of course Morson knew it wasn't Lupin, and although he hadn't come forward to admit it himself, he wasn't happy to see someone carry the blame for him, even though he was Lupin.

Several students were reprimanded by him, but they were not ashamed, but rather surprised. Someone will help Lupin speak as if it were some very difficult logic. Just after they left, they couldn't help but look back and wonder what kind of pills Teacher Morson was taking.

What should we do about it?

Mosen scratched his head and came to the flower garden near Lupin Cottage. Twenty-two gardens at Windcatcher College, his favorite place, he always felt that the flowers here seemed to have a special vitality and always had a special spirit.

But just as we approached, we saw a man squatting in a garden, dressed in green, with a straw hat over his head.

“Who?” Mosen approached to see what the man was doing in the garden.

“It's me!” When the man heard the voice, he stood up and turned around, removing the straw cap from his head. A young man who also looked like he was seventeen or eight years old, often exposed to sun, did not leave him with any healthy and beautiful skin tone, but added some traces of sunburn. At this time, he looked at Mosen, hey, smiling, revealing a bite of white teeth.

“It's you, boy. How did you get here so fast?” Mosen was delighted, but surprised.

“I was going to pass by and was about to come and see you, and I got your letter. ”

“What a coincidence. ”

“So, what's the trouble? ”

“It's not really * * annoying, I just don't want to make too much noise, so I think you're more professional.” Morson said. What happened this past half-day has made him very clear, professional, it's important!