Chapter 47: One-provocation is also a skill [1 update]


    She smiled again, and said in a faint tone: "Or two together?"


    “…”


    The classroom was still quiet, and the students did not react, including Sheng Song''s younger brothers.


    It was not until Sheng Song made another hum that the two boys next to him woke up as if they were in a dream and hurriedly lifted the table.


    Sheng Song was able to breathe and gasped.


    He pushed the boy away and looked at Ye Wanlan''s eyes with a vicious look: "New classmate, what does it mean? I gave me a warning on the third day of the school? Why did I provoke you?"


    "That''s right!" the boy said angrily, "We Brother Song haven''t seen you in the past three days, what are you doing?"


    "Who told me to touch my thing? Which hand? Or-" Ye Wanlan''s eyelashes drooped, his voice softly, "Feet?"


    Sheng Song''s eyes showed doubts.


    Ye Wanlan already knew that he did it?


    How do you know?


    But Sheng Song didn''t have time to think about it, his right wrist was locked!


    The girl only used her thumb and index finger and easily circled her bones and joints, but she didn''t know where she touched the acupoint.


    "ah-!"


    The pain came instantly, and Sheng Song screamed in pain.


    “Brother Song!”


    "Brother Song, what''s wrong with you?"


    Sheng Song was trembling, and he only felt that there were countless needles on his hand and all the nerves in his hands were hurt.


    "It seems that it''s not this one." Ye Wanlan nodded, "That''s this one."


    She gently pinched his left hand again.


    To outsiders, the girl''s movements are very gentle and useless.


    But Sheng Song only felt the inhuman pain. He was shocked and angry: "Ye Wanlan, what did you do?!"


    "It''s not this one." Ye Wanlan''s voice was faint, "It seems that there is only feet."


    Sheng Song was almost so scared that he subconsciously jumped back a few steps.


    "What are you doing?!"


    A cold shout fell, and the head teacher of Class 2 knocked heavily on the door, looking cold and stern.


    "Teacher, someone comes to our class to provoke!"


    "I kicked Sheng Song''s table down just now."


    "It''s time for class, please leave if you have no relevant personnel." The head teacher of Class 2 looked at Ye Wanlan coldly.


    A few days ago, he heard that a new transfer student had dropped out of No. 1 Middle School three years ago, but now No. 1 Middle School doesn’t want her anymore, so he came to No. 7 Middle School again.


    Fortunately, the principal was not stuffed into their class, otherwise he would not be able to continue teaching the future classes.


    Ye Wanlan smiled at Sheng Song calmly and turned around and left.


    At this moment, Sheng Song felt a sense of coldness falling into the snow and ice.


    He kicked the boy beside him: "What are you doing when the air conditioner is turned on so low? I''m so cold!"


    The boy didn''t understand why: "Song, Brother Song, it''s only 20 degrees... I''ll adjust it now!"


    Class 1 This is a history class, and Ye Wanlan took his seat under the worries of many students.


    Class 2 was just opposite Class 1, so they naturally heard the movements of Class 2.


    What exactly happened?


    Ye Wanlan was still calm, and she took out the history textbook that the study committee member helped her re-receive.


    "Is it okay?" Su Xueqing quietly handed her a piece of candy, "Eat some candy and you will feel better."


    Ye Wanlan looked at the candy placed in her palm and smiled lightly: "Thank you, I haven''t eaten candy in a long time."


    "Long time?" Su Xueqing was confused.


    Sugar is not expensive, even she can afford it.


    "I have a sister." Ye Wanlan said, "Always tell me, sister, eating candy will make people feel good, and I will give you all my candy."


    Su Xueqing was stunned for a moment, a little envious: "You sisters have a good relationship. If she knew you were bullied, she would definitely be angry."


    Ye Wanlan fell silent instead. After a while, she smiled and said, "I don''t know if I can see you again, but she will live a good life, that''s enough."


    Su Xueqing was very sensible and did not ask questions.


    Every family has difficult sutras, so are she.


    **


    On the other side, the psychological counseling room.


    The 723rd Game was very fast, and it was found that the person who entered Class 2 (1) of Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School last night was Sheng Song.


    "The school you are looking for is really biased. Forget it, it doesn''t even have surveillance at night. The principal is so stingy." The person on the other end of the phone complained, "Fortunately, there was a surveillance camera on the street, and the clarity was restored to 720p HD, and it has been sent to your phone."


    Rong Yu nodded and couldn''t help but sigh: "This classmate really doesn''t learn well. How could he do such a thing?"


    "What''s going on? Is this person harmful to China?" The other party''s tone was very nervous in an instant, "Has he rubbed some secret weapon with his hands and was about to blow up which city we are going to blow up?!"


    Love: “…”


    What secret weapon can a gangster rub?


    Seeing that he did not respond, the other end of the phone became even more nervous: "Is it even more dangerous? Let''s send someone here!"


    Otherwise, how could they receive an order from their superiors to check such a small person?


    No—???????Anyone who is investigated by Bureau 723, no matter how small a person is, he still poses great danger!


    "No, no, no." Rong Yu stopped in time, "He is not dangerous, but it is indeed quite harmful. A small problem, you don''t need to, don''t come."


    Kissing, if the 723rd Bureau is dispatched, let alone everyone in Jiangcheng, even Yunjing will be shocked.


    723 Bureau, a protective organization established in the early 20th century.


    The reason why these three numbers are named is to always be wary of the members—


    Three hundred years ago, China suffered a catastrophe in 1723 and was almost destroyed.


    It was the ancestors who used their bones and blood to keep the mainland of China forcibly.


    Rong Yu only knows that the 723rd Bureau and Yan Tingfeng have a close relationship, but he doesn’t know what position his good brother is in the 723rd Bureau.


    After all, the time when the 723 Bureau was established was similar to the date of his birth, and at that time he was still a baby who chewed his fingers.


    "How are you going to solve it?" Rong Yu turned his head, "Sheng family, probably has something to do with that Sheng. Alas, I forgot what he called me, I remember this."


    But Yan Tingfeng suddenly said, "Are you back?"


    Rong Yu turned his head and saw the cart of flowers pushing a cart of flowers in Glacier. He said in surprise: "Oh, have you really picked 999?"


    "Don''t worry, young master, there are definitely not a single flower." Tiema promised, "I have counted it."


    The ice river is wilted.


    "Okay, okay, let go of the flowers." Rong Yu said, "The key now is how to deal with this bad student."


    Binghe immediately excited: "Young master, as long as you give me the order, I will immediately bring that kid over and kill him!"


    Tiema nodded with a serious expression. He didn''t say anything, but his face said the four words "I''m the same."


    Love: “…”


    It’s really helpless to slaughter people at any time.


    He wants to give up!


    Yan Tingfeng tapped the table with his fingers and smiled slightly: "No hurry, there is another urgent matter now."


    "But according to the instructions of the young master!" Binghe and Tiema were both on guard.


    "The class will be over later. I will pick the best one and give it to Miss Ye." Yan Tingfeng smiled gently, "Make her happy, do you understand?"


    Binghe: "Ah?"


    Is this an urgent matter?


    He compared the emergency orders that Yan Tingfeng had issued before, and began to have new doubts about the word "urgent".


    But after the bell rang, Binghe and Tiema appeared in front of Ye Wanlan on time and handed her a bouquet of flowers.


    "Miss Ye, sir gave it to you."


    "Very fresh rose." Ye Wanlan smelled it and nodded, "I''m sorry."


    Ginghe: “…”


    Can it be new?


    He just finished picking.


    Ye Wanlan took the flowers and raised his eyebrows: "You are always elusive, are you secret guards or dead soldiers?"


    Binghe and Tiema''s bodies were tense in an instant, and their muscles bulged, as if they would suddenly kill people at any time.


    "What are you nervous?" Ye Wanlan smiled, "I said casually, I''m just acting like this in TV series, right?"


    Ginghe: “…”


    Iron Horse: “…”


    The two of them felt that they were fooled at the same time.


    But thinking about it, although Ye Wanlan has returned to the Lin family, he still has no contact with the Lin family in Yunjing. How could he know the secret of the aristocratic family?


    Although the six major sects were destroyed three hundred years ago, Chinese martial arts were also lost since then.


    But there are still a small number of people who protect the remaining inheritance and continue to carry the burden.


    Ye Wanlan looked at the rose in his hand with a faint expression, remembering the four dead soldiers that the King of Yan once gave her.


    I was born and died with her, but I didn’t know what happened to them after she left.


    As a dead soldier, even if he dies, he cannot leave a name in history books, and he does not even have his own grave.


    Dead soldiers are destined to sleep in a dark night without anyone’s interest.


    And their merits and demerits are destined to be unknown.


    "Miss Ye can tell us anything else." Binghe said again, "We will tell you to Mr. Ye, who cares about Miss Ye very much."


    This time, he should have said nothing wrong, right?


    Ye Wanlan smiled slightly: "No, thank him on my behalf."


    "Then I won''t bother Miss Ye." Binghe breathed a sigh of relief.


    He pulled the iron horse, and the two finally walked the stairs this time, but they were a little uncomfortable.


    Ye Wanlan quietly looked at the scenery on the terrace for a while before he took the flowers back to the classroom.


    "Who is Ye Wanlan?" Before the fourth class, the moral education director stood at the door of Class 2 (1) of high school.


    The students were all a little confused.


    "Don''t let me click you out in person, take the initiative!" The moral education director''s tone was harsh.


    I just came to another class to cause trouble and wanted to be dropped out of school?


    Good morning~~


    ??Ahhhh, babies continue to check in and follow up, Sister Lan is still pk!


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    (This chapter ends)