Hidden Assassin

This is a relatively ordinary high school in New York City.

Winter breeze blows through the city streets in the afternoon, looking through the school railings, just in time for school, students come out of the classroom, carrying schoolbags, clamping notes, some go to take bicycles from the playground, prepare to go home, the grass some yellow football field is playing a game, there are a group of children standing next to watch, three or two, or chatting, or yelling for gas, in the corner of the field in a simple wooden chair audience, there is a relatively large audience, men and women, about a dozen people, both students in this school, looking big and young, black and white, watching the game while chatting.

“Las Vegas? Yeah, I went there two years ago. It's beautiful. Do you guys really want to go? I know a casino and I've won a fortune there... to be honest, that's a really good place. ”

Near Christmas, most schools in the United States have taken a cold holiday, this secondary school is late, but also on these two days, if there are still a lot of good babies in junior high schools in the United States, students entering high school have reached the rebellion period, eager for personality, eager to stretch, eager to be extraordinary, eager to be independent, as soon as they get off, they start discussing travel with each other after Christmas.

Traveling without parental involvement is, in fact, equivalent to some form of matchmaking activity, and in a strange city, feelings of goodness are quickly built up among people who know each other. On the American side, it is already common for students to develop sexual relations in junior high and high schools, and of course, it is undeniable that there may be some conservatives, just as there are freaks in any kind of population.

After chattering about it for a while, everybody ended up leaning towards Las Vegas, and a couple of boys accidentally glanced at the girl sitting in the crowd, a tall black boy, and said, "Well, make sure you go to Las Vegas, Heidi, what do you think? Didn't even hear you speak for yourself.” He said, turning to the playground with the girl's eyes, seemed to find something from it. For a moment, his eyes locked on a white teenager who was running.

“Ah, Las Vegas? Hmm...” The young girl gathers her gaze slightly disoriented by thinking, then shrugs her shoulders, "OK, after Christmas, go there.” In crisp English, shrugging and talking movements, there is a distinctive benefit and splash of American children. After hearing her say affirmative words, some of the boys around her seemed relieved and smiled. Everyone began to talk about the details of the tour in a lively way, even if it was settled.

In the crowd, the girl, who was most noticed by the majority, was about fourteen or five years old. If placed in China, it could only be a girl, and if placed in Japan, it was Lori, which was like an orange born in the south and north. At this time, because of that sense of independence in her body, she could barely be called a girl.

The girl in the crowd had a dark hair, not as bright and pure black as a waterfall and satin. Her hair spread quietly behind her head. Her hair was not long, just past her shoulders. Occasionally, her hair was slightly lighter. She felt like a mist. She wore a light purple top, pants with four hidden pockets, pink sneakers with white subtitles, and her chest developed slightly, but it was not obvious, especially under her winter outfit, making her figure look a little shorter, but even cuter. The warm tone of clothing, coupled with the apparently innocent smile that sometimes hangs on the lips, always gives people the feeling of liking it. The temperament seems both independent and opinionated, with a hint of beauty consistent with Eastern aesthetics. This may also be related to her heritage as a Chinese American hybrid.

Name's Heidi. Tang's young girl not only had mixed family status and single-parent family status, but was also said to have a Mafia family background, which made even if she had attracted the attention of many boys in her first six months of senior year, there was no arrogant girl who dared to show dissatisfaction with her face. As for these boys who would care so much about her opinions, they would naturally not be afraid of her background, but because of her unique sweet and contradictory temperament and the enormous attraction of the mix.

Of course, if we had enough observation, perhaps we could still see the little girl who landed in Jianghai City a few years ago, dressed in a dirty dress, naked feet, with a dirty little face, smoking a dirty little nose, waiting for the shadow of her family in front of the scrambler every night, but in general, she had grown up a lot, her eyes were still pure and clear, but no longer had the confusion and helplessness of the day. Six months ago, with her mother going to the Jianghai, there was some deliberate stickiness and sage, and at this time there was no leakage, and during the time that we, including the family, had not been concerned, the little girl had actually grown up.

“Heidi.” Understood that she was able to communicate vibrantly on many occasions, but at certain special moments - usually during the time she tried to compose the song - she also became quiet and silent, watching the people around her negotiate, sitting beside her, and having a good relationship with her at the same table Amy came together: “What are you thinking? Who are you looking at? Bill Wince? ”

“Ah? I was thinking...” Heidi smiled, "I want to travel to China. ”

“China? Why go there? Oh... you usually like Chinese stuff, I saw you read about China a few times, I heard you still speak Chinese? ”

“Still learning.” She replied with a smile in Chinese and shrugged her shoulders until Amy showed a misty expression, "I was kidding, heh, right... Wins I know, he's the captain of the football team, right? Who's Bill? ”

“The recently elected deputy captain, the one who looks good and kicks well, I thought you were looking at him. Look, there he is. Here he comes... Ah, watch out! ”

Aimee's voice went down, Heidi turned her head and saw a soccer ball whistle. The black boy in front subconsciously hid, and the soccer ball hit Heidi's forehead, flying high.

“Ah, ah, ah...” The girl who was sitting on the back of the wooden chair waved her hands in the air for a few moments, then banged on the grass behind her, the boys around her stunned silently, the girls covered their mouths and wanted to laugh, then Amy turned around first: "Heidi, are you okay? ”

The voice didn't go down, Heidi, who had fallen to the ground, had stood up, slapped his messy hair, cheeks, and then clothes, and the boy over there shouted: “Accident” didn't know if she heard it, just a little run, first caught up with the football, then ran to the edge of the field and kicked it out.

Football has flown over half a football stadium and although there is not much force left, football has accurately flown into the goal because the goalkeeper is a little stunned at the moment.

“Don't ever let me see you play like that again! Or I'll kick your ass! ”

Waving his fist out loud, Heidi crossed her hands, clasped her mouth and beat a middle finger, the man on the field spread his hands, some overwhelmed, the people around him laughed. After walking to the wooden observation deck, Heidi rubbed her aching forehead and grabbed her backpack carrying the guitar and hung it on her shoulder: “I'm leaving first, bye. ”

“Bye…”

“Remember the time, get ready. ”

“Got it, got it! ”

Waving, Heidi walked straight outside the school door, where she had stopped a silver female Honda by the street, looking spacious, refreshing and giving a sense of independence, a woman in a brown trench coat with her hair held up behind her head had already stood by the door, nodded, Heidi sat directly in the passenger seat and then threw the guitar behind the car.

Soon, a woman in a brown trench coat sat in her driving position and the car slowly drove onto the road.

“On vacation? ”

“Hmm.”

“Did it hurt to see you get hit by football? ”

“It doesn't hurt. ”

“Sorry I'm late today. Talk to someone at Ritter's. ”

“It doesn't matter...”

“Jiaming came to America. ”

“Mmm... ah!” He suddenly retrieved his gaze out the window and Heidi shouted at her mother, but saw her smile. “Liar, look at your distraction...”

“I want to go to China...” Mumbled Marilyn, turning around: "But we can't go over and get him in trouble. ”

“I know... so I'm only going to Las Vegas after Christmas...”

“Las Vegas? Do you want to go on a trip? ”

“Well, with my classmates. ”

“A bunch of kids? No, I object! ”

“I promised them. ”

“No, you're going on a trip. I can go with you. You can't go alone...”

“Not alone…”

“Just one person. I mean, it's no different than going alone with you. ”

“I promised, you taught me, you promised others things you couldn't regret. ”

“That's what Tang Jingyao told you, not to mention that he didn't keep his promises. Jiaming also told you that repentance is the prerogative of women. Whose are you listening to? ”

“You shouldn't have taught me something like that, it's not right. ”

“You are not allowed to go anyway...”

The intense discussion in the car lasted all the way, gradually sloping west, and the little car approached a huge estate by the sea, and suddenly, Marilyn was driving, feeling the dramatic shock of the car, Heidi glanced at her mother and then looked forward.

At this time, by the flower garden outside the entrance to the estate, sitting an Oriental teenager who looked ordinary, dressed in a down jacket as ordinary as his appearance, carrying a bag, sitting there bored, the weather seemed a little cold, he tightened his collar from time to time. Since he was Oriental and seemed to behave somewhat old-fashioned, a strong man in a black suit at the entrance to the estate looked at him in bad color.

The car slowly stopped.

The door opened, wearing a brown trench coat and silver heel, she stretched her legs out of the door, seemed to fall slightly trembling on the floor, on the other side, the door rang several times, seemingly because of the little girl's excitement, the door could not be opened at all for a while, then a bang jumped out of the inside.

“Uh... I've been waiting for you guys for a long time.” Juvenile stands up, "no other acquaintance, can I stay here for a few days? ”

“It's all yours.” Try to suppress the excitement, Marilyn's voice was unusually light, as if a quiet defecation would tear the dream in front of her, but then, Heidi's body shouted and rushed over, banging the teenager, a few shouts, the two rolled into the flower garden behind her...

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Heidi's portrayal is a little too much, but I think it's necessary, and it doesn't seem like a good idea to take a look at it. I don't know if everyone likes this image of Lori, um, a 14-year-old American girl... (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)