But Xin Lin beside him obviously didn't have the consciousness of Ye Lingyue.
She was taken aback by the other party.
Looking at it again, there was no one behind him.
"Okay, you kid, you dare to scare me. Don't think I grow taller, I'm afraid of you."
After Xin Lin said, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing slender but strong arms.
"Xiao Lin, don't..."
Xin Lin apparently regarded the other party as a companion of the gangsters.
Ye Lingyue quickly stopped.
"Lingyue, you first take a rest, I clean up this gentle scum, and I will send you to the hospital."
In Xin Lin's eyes, an evil light suddenly appeared.
Gold wire glasses, shirts and trousers, these days, people who are all dressed up as punks are doing harm to female students, gentle scum, that's this kind of person!
She Xin Lin, specializes in all kinds of scum.
Xin Lin took a run-up, her figure suddenly flashed, and she saw her fists screaming, and she waved at the golden glasses of Guihu.
This picture...something is wrong.
Ye Lingyue was surprised.
If I remember correctly, the little sister Xin Lin in front of me seems to be a Sanda master who has won the city championship!
The start was simply poisonous.
Ling Yue expressed deep sympathy for the witch god. In each life, the encounter between the witch god and Xin Lin seemed to start from a misunderstanding.
Xin Lin was triumphant, and when this punch fell, the opponent's nasty pair of gold glasses was about to bloom.
Make you proud!
The fist fell firmly, but there was no unexpected scream.
Xin Lin was taken aback.
Her fist was firmly grasped by a big hand.
The man was nearly twenty centimeters taller than her, and he could not move her fist with one hand.
"On this point?"
The man's free right hand pushed his gold glasses and smiled dismissively.
When Xin Lin fights, no matter whether he is male or female, he has never lost at the age of eighty or eight.
The fist lost her freedom, she rolled her eyes, swept her legs one by one, and kicked it at the crotch of the opponent.
But the other party is not a fuel-efficient lamp. His legs are faster and hit Xin Lin's knee socket. She only felt that her knees felt weak and she was about to kneel down.
The other party twisted her backhand, clasped her restless hands behind her, and pushed her against the wall.
"You, don't want to be like her, just report your student ID name, which class is it from?"
"Your uncle, Ling Yue, don't tell her."
Xin Lin was not convinced, and choked.
"..."
Ye Lingyue had a headache.
How does she feel, although Xin Lin in front of her is correct, but this style of behavior is somewhat difficult to describe.
Half an hour later, Ye Lingyue and Xin Lin sat in the political and religious office of Huayue High School.
"Outrageous, look at you two. You are like this, and there are some key high school students? Xin Lin, what's the matter with your hair? Didn't you go back to dye it? How many times have you said it! Let your parents come to school tomorrow ."
"And you, Ling Yue, how many times have you said that girls can't cut such short hair, look, what kind of ghost do you think? You also fight and bully classmates, let your mother come to school tomorrow!"
In front of Ye Lingyue, she lost a mirror, commonly known as "Mirror of the Demon"
It is an indispensable magic weapon for the director of political education to rectify students' morals.
In the mirror, Ye Lingyue barely vomited blood when she saw her appearance.
What the hell is this?
Where's her hair?
And how the face is painted like a ghost, the eyes are a mess of color, and how the lips are painted vermilion.
Also, is this face a bit bigger, a big pie face?
Looking at her arms and legs again, Ye Lingyue found that although her hands and feet were still healthy, she was obviously two or three times older than when she was a teenager.
She passed this time to a fat girl who weighed at least 80 kilograms and was 1.65 meters tall.
Ye Lingyue, who has been genetically good since childhood, has never seen herself look like a ghost.
The only consolation is that the facial features are still the same, but she doesn't know how she has made herself like this.
"Don't say it's you, I want to see my mother too."
Ye Lingyue sighed, half sighed.
"Don't you mean your mother is abroad all year round?"
Xin Lin murmured aside.
"Then let your dad come, uh, I'm talking about President Ling."
The director of political education on the side only improved his tone when he mentioned the "General Ling".
"If it's okay, I'll go back to the office first."
The man in glasses got up and picked up the lesson plan on the side.
"Wait, this gentle scum is really a teacher?"
Xin Lin's arm still hurts right now. After a long time of trouble, this guy is actually a teacher at Huayue High School.
"Shut up, you two are not allowed to leave the political and religious office before contacting the parents."
The director of political education changed his earlier face, nodded and bowed, and sent the man away.
"That's Teacher Wu Hu Wu, our vice principal, a young doctor who has just returned from overseas study abroad. You two are simply embarrassing. The first day Teacher Wu came to school, you met you skipping class."
The director of political education was so angry that he grabbed the tea jar on his desk and took a big gulp.
Huayue High School, as a key high school in the city, every student is a favorite of heaven.
But in recent years, in order to raise funds, they have been forced to recruit some poor students, such as Ling Yue and Xin Lin in front of them. When they think of the two "campus bullying" and "exam crane tail", the director of political education is full of resentment.
"Contact your family first, and then write a three-thousand-word review. You are not allowed to leave until you finish."
The director of political education said, pointing to the phone not far away.
"Teacher, do you really want to contact? My grandpa and grandma are too old to come to school."
Xin Lin was pitiful.
"Then call you uncle, there is always time for the wind, right?"
The director of political education has no good spirits.
Xin Lin struggled for a long time, and finally under the ruthless gaze of the director of political education, he slowly broadcasted a call.
"Uncle, it's me. Our teacher asked you to come to the school. If you are busy, just ask your secretary to come... Hey, come here right away? Don't..."
Before Xin Lin finished speaking, the other party hung up.
Xin Lin wanted to cry without tears.
"It's your turn."
She looked at Ye Lingyue.
Ye Lingyue was still in a daze, and everything in front of her seemed a bit unreal.
"I don't remember the phone number."
Ye Lingyue was a little helpless.
She had no idea about this President Ling.
Including her mother, she has only a very vague impression.
It seems that there is something wrong with the memory of the original owner of this body?
"There is President Ling's contact information in the address book."
The director of political education threw a contact book.
Ye Lingyue glanced at the number on it. She recognized the number, and the original owner still retained the most basic common sense memory.
Ye Lingyue dialed the phone.
After a monotonous beep, a slightly cold voice came.
"Hey."
"It's Ling, President Ling, right?"
Ye Lingyue really couldn't say the word father, and President Ling didn't seem to be the true father of "Lingyue".
"Ling Yue?"
On the other side, there was a sound of tables and chairs moving.
Obviously, the other party was also very surprised, Ye Lingyue would call.
"What? Something is going on at school? Or are you unwell?"
The other party's tone was concerned, although there was a bit of caution in that concern.
It seems that President Ling is quite concerned about "Ling Yue".
Ye Lingyue breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can you make time to come to school?"
"I'll come over immediately, no matter what happens, don't be afraid."
After that, the other party hung up.
Seeing that both of them contacted their parents, the director of political education left the two of them to write a review.
In the unfamiliar environment, like Xin Lin of two people, Ye Lingyue's head was still slightly dizzy.
She subconsciously looked at her right hand, which was white and tender, and the small tripod was still there in her palm.
Ding Yin, still there.
Ye Lingyue's heart moved.
She was sent to another world by Mengzhu.
Although this world saw Xin Lin all at once, it was still strange to Ye Lingyue.
Although it also absorbed Ling Yue's memory.
But Ye Lingyue found that Ling Yue's memory seemed to be a bit problematic.
In Ling Yue's memory, there are very few memories of family and friends, and Xin Lin is the one who remembers the most.
In my memory, there are two years of high school, but no memory of before high school.
It's as if all her previous memories have disappeared.
Ye Lingyue didn't know if it was because of her crossing or other reasons.
As far as she knows, some people lose their memory if they become seriously ill.
Fortunately, even though he couldn't bring Hongmengtian over during his journey, Jiuzhou Ding was still there.
With the Jiuzhou Ding, Ye Lingyue is like a tiger with wings and confidence.
With Jiuzhou Ding, she will be able to examine Ling Yue's body later. If she has really suffered a serious illness, she should be able to find some clues.
"Ling Yue? What are you in a daze? It's been an hour before you only wrote three words? If this goes on, you will live in the office tonight."
Xin Lin, who was sitting across from Ling Yue, wrote a few thousand words in one hour, spreading out a few pages.
Ye Lingyue gave a meow and coughed slightly.
"I'm thinking about how to write a self-review."
What Ye Lingyue said was honest.
She has never written about it herself. The review of "Ling Yue" was copied from her mobile phone. The problem is that she does not have a mobile phone either.
"Hey, what are you still pretending to be in front of me? In the past year, the review book you wrote was less than 100,000 and 80,000. Can you remember? Yes, I will copy it for you."
With that said, Xin Lin sneaked out a spare cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Ye Lingyue.
"I searched a few templates on the Internet. You can copy one. The old gangster is in trouble. The review book must be novel or rewritten."
Ye Lingyue glanced at the phone, recalled the function of this thing, and slowly copied it.
After a few thousand words, Ye Lingyue copied it for an hour and a half, and Xin Lin on the side was waiting to roll his eyes.
Until the door was opened again, a man under thirty rushed in.
"Xin Lin, are you okay?"
The man was still wearing a uniform, and Ye Lingyue searched through her memory. This world, if called a police uniform, to the effect is equivalent to a messenger and a head-catcher in this world.
The appearance of the incoming person is very good, and it is comparable to Wu Hulai, the vice principal. Judging from his temperament, he should be an official.
Behind him, he followed the director of political education.
The director of political education, who was still dazzling in front of Ye Lingyue and Xin Lin earlier, looked much better in front of this one.
"Wind situation, you are here, please sit down. Would you like coffee or tea?"
The director of political education has long forgotten his original intention to defeat Xin Lin's evil deeds.
The situation in front of him is the director of public security in Southeast City and the youngest director of public security in Yazhou Province. He has cracked multiple cases in succession after he took office less than three years. It is said that he is also a favorite of the province. , How many criminals will be frightened as long as they hear his name.
"Uncle, I'm fine. It is the director of political education who is in trouble."
Xin Lin saw his uncle, his waist was straight.
Feng Xi's incomparably sharp eyes flicked back and forth on Xin Lin a few times, confirming that his niece was not at all ill, and the sharp light in his calm eyes converged.
Feng Xi naturally sat down and took the coffee from the director of political education.
With a slender finger, he gently tapped the desk top.
"Director, there is something to say."
The implication is, get out of it if nothing happens.
Xu is accustomed to interrogating prisoners. When the wind speaks, the tone is not rush or slow, but it is full of strength.
He did not look directly at the director of political education, but his eyes were firmly locked on his niece.
Ye Lingyue on the side felt a pressure for no reason.
She swept away from the corner of her eye, she noticed that the spine of the director of political education was a little shorter.
This man's aura... is a bit strange.
From this situation, Ye Lingyue felt an existence similar to coercion.
She was puzzled.
On the way to write a review, Ye Lingyue tried it.
Apart from some brute force, his body doesn't have any heavenly power.
As for Xin Lin, he should be an ordinary person.
This kind of coercion does not exist properly.
In other words, the world that I have traveled through is an ordinary world that can no longer be ordinary.
Why, I will come here.
Master Zi asked himself to find "it", what is it?
"Xin Lin and her classmates skipped class and fought, and the impact was bad. The school thought it had to be serious..."
The director of political education immediately assumed the appearance of a teacher, and he was about to give a serious warning.
Feng Xi raised his head and snorted softly.
The word warning was immediately swallowed by the director of political education.
"If you remember correctly, Xiaolin was selected as the'Monster Hunter'. Fighting is her daily exercise. Skitting classes is also a skill for her to survive."
The wind is not hurried.
Demon hunter?
This word made Ye Lingyue somewhat unexpected.
"Right, right. My uncle is just talking."
Xin Lin on the side echoed repeatedly.
The wind breathed a sharp look, and Xin Lin hurriedly made a "silence" action.
"She was selected, but she's just a substitute. Other legitimate candidates..."
The director of political education would like to say that Xi Jiu Ye and Ling Ri of the genuine candidate did not skip class and fight...
Feng Xi's gaze successfully caused the director of political education to shut up.
"If there is no problem, I will take them away."
Feng Xi did not give the director of political education a chance to beep, got up and walked out of the office.
He whispered as he passed by Xin Lin.
"What are you doing standing there?"
Xin Lin hesitated, and just wanted to plead with Ling Yue.
At this moment, outside the office, a polite but icy voice came.
"Excuse me, where is the church office?"
(For the sake of harmony in modern names, the names of some characters will be changed)