The final BOSS comes from twenty years later

Not long ago, the incident in which the capable person attacked the entire third gene head-on alone caused global shock.

And this matter.

Naturally, it was named the Wei Yuwen incident.

The prisoner is from China and has a Qin Hai accent, so the entire Qin Hai’s Wei Yuwen has been investigated. The three generations of ancestors have tried to find out the information. The world’s competent organizations have obtained this information. Even Wei Yuwen likes to pick up booger in class. The videos were all shot, and the toilet paper in the trash was picked up by someone to test DNA.

Qin Chuan felt sorry for his father.

Then he assumed the posture of a teacher as a listener.

Wei Yuwen looked around in the corridor to make sure that Tang Luo would not suddenly emerge from any corner, and opened the album with his phone and handed it to Qin Chuan.

"Teacher Qin, I want to report these two people's puppies, you see, they ate the same lunch in the classroom, and they behaved intimately, they have been flirting with me and me, this is they feeding each other, this one, you see The two of them are holding hands, and this, no matter how you look at it, it's a puppet student acting like a baby."

Wei Yuwen took out the conclusive evidence.

Qin Chuan looked at the photo.

Slowly frowned little by little.

"It does mean that. I will ask them later, these photos of you are very valuable, and upload them to me from Penguin later. By the way, you should remember to delete them yourself, so as not to accidentally be seen by someone else. Talking...wait, why is this girl not wearing clothes?"

"Uh, that one is not!"

Wei Yuwen quickly took the phone back.

The photo album was flipped horizontally, and Qin Chuan flipped too much forward, turning to the astringent picture he had previously saved.

The scene was very embarrassing.

A boy of this age.

Anyone who is chatting in the group and sees a bitter picture hasn't saved it easily.

But Qin Chuan didn’t care much. He patted him on the shoulder cordially and chatted with him about how to carry out in-depth class work activities as a class monitor, how to implement school rules and disciplines, and grasp the three basics of class construction. After talking for a long time, he finally managed to get him in completely. When Wei Yuwen forgot about this problem, Qin Chuan just found a reason and went straight away.

After all, he is just an eighteen-year-old kid...

The grown-up's world is quite obscene and despicable.

Standing at the door.

Qin Chuan looked at the photos on the phone, sighed, and switched to the phone interface.

"Hey, Uncle Mo, do you still remember the high-purity blood thing that appeared on my side? Well, I want to report that Qin Ruo has been a little passive lately. The second generation of Qin Jiashen's diffusion plan is currently not in progress. You Find a way to put some pressure on her father's side..."

The underground world of the capable people has been formed for many years. In the long-term operation, they have a set of their own rules, connecting and restraining each other, just like dense cobwebs, intertwined and linked, moving the whole body.

And when Tang Luo's dazzling blood was injected into it.

It is like falling into Mars in the web of connection, the original order is completely torn and disintegrated, waiting for the birth of new rules.

Heaven is about to change...

Qin Chuan stood at the door after hanging up the phone.

She lightly lit a cigarette with her hand covering her expression indifferently.

...

In the afternoon, the first two sections are mathematics, and the second two sections are self-study.

Just like the recently widely circulated script on the Internet, "People can do everything in a hurry, except for math problems" and "I am so difficult, I was definitely a conic section in my previous life." Four times the pain is no longer a pain. Countless students are grateful to the ghost teacher who arranged the four classes together in various ways.

Zhou Nanxin wears rimless glasses.

Calculating a curve equation quietly.

Tang Luo also sat quietly, but was reading novels with the cell phone under the book.

On the morning when Zhou Nanxin stayed at home last week, he found that reading novels was actually quite enjoyable. Now he likes watching urban supernatural powers very much. Putting aside the elements of screaming and pretending to be slaps, there are some abilities in these books. The application is very creative. After reading a few books, part of the plot even made Tang Luo suspicious for a while. The top supernaturalists with flamboyant moves in later generations were all writing novels before the world awakened.

But the awakening of heaven and earth has been cancelled.

No matter how many ways they use their abilities, they can only be written in novels.

A dead end in writing novels.

Forced true.

The book he has in hand is "Urban Invincible Supreme Free and Happy Rebirth Soldier King". The routine is quite old, but it looks good. He is seeing the protagonist in the park when he meets the background grandfather, a small note rolls out of the book. Come here.

Tang Luo glanced.

Feng Le just threw it over.

Twist away.

"I knelt downstairs at Zhang Rui's house for half an hour. She thought I was ashamed, and finally promised me to watch Qiao Weier's concert together. What tickets did you buy, together tomorrow."

Qiao Weier...

Tang Luo chewed the name.

Suddenly I remembered what I had neglected before.

When the commercial building was attacked that day, according to the little dragon man, Qiao Weier was in the commercial building. She still had confidential information stolen from the super team. She was going to bring back Mao when the tour was over. country.

As a loyal operator of the super team.

Faced with this kind of despicable, shameless, cunning and multi-stage espionage, he should...

Pretend not to see.

Anyway, the news was that he forced a confession, and people were sent by him to sink in a eleven thousand-meter trench, and no one knew it.What's more, if Qiao Weier is gone, where can I find such a beautiful girl with long waist and long legs to sing and dance for him and Zhou Nanxin?

Old Zhao?

Wangzai milk silk is smooth while jumping?

Tang Luo flipped through the chat records, wrote down the serial numbers of the two electronic tickets ordered by Qin Chuan, and handed them back.

The concert starts at 8 o'clock, so they have to leave after school tomorrow.

While reading the novel, thinking about what to bring tomorrow, until the end of the last self-study class, Wei Yuwen finally stood up and publicly announced the 40th anniversary of the school’s commemorative activities. If you want to show, you can find him or study. Committee members, there are no more than two in a class.

I've bragged with Zhou Nanxin before.