Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 31 Intelligence Gathering

The hall was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard. Some people held their breath immediately after hearing their own breathing, so as not to make a sound that would attract the attention of the judge.

Lei Donglan snorted noncommittally.

If she hadn't been distracted to make miraculous weapons for Shen Yanyan, this woman would be stronger than she is now.

"Stupid." She left the railing and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

On the screen in the library lobby, the list of study rooms began to refresh, and the bright yellow triangular puzzle pieces flashed in circles on the screen.

"It's strange... After finishing a study mission, can't you rest in the safe area for 24 hours? I was planning to queue up all night, but why did I start refreshing? Could it be that someone opened a new room."

"Don't show off your low IQ. Now the whole school is waiting to kill the first-year transfer students from the Lu Faculty. Whoever will open a new house must be the transfer student's room!"

Hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on the flashing picture on the big screen, and the rolling bright yellow triangle stopped, and new information appeared.

"Happy study single room, scene: squirrel sink, Liang De, a first-year student in the Lu School."

Disappointed voices rang out in the library lobby at the same time.

"Grass, it's a single-player mode, we have to wait for the next game."

"Wait, look, there is a line of notes under the room information."

"...Wolf nature strengthens the training mode, insists on learning from good role models, and cancels the rest time between test user Liang De."

"It must be Boss Jiang's tricks. This is to make copies of 007 uninterrupted. Transfer students will be exhausted if they are not hacked to death." Someone from the empty school whispered.

"Don't talk about 007, don't you know what a happy learning machine is? The 996 platoon can exhaust people to death."

"I'm going, I really can't offend Jiang Daozi... Who the hell can stand this, even the hard-fought struggle can't stand it."

"Who has brushed the book of this squirrel sink, and how long does it usually take? I still have someone in my schedule that I haven't killed yet."

"You ask your mother, don't be stupid, will the people who brushed it tell you?"

"Hey, what's the matter? Did I fuck your uncle? Did your father ask you?"

"Grand thief! If grandpa is dead today, you will be raised by the little maid!"

Amidst the noisy discussion and fighting, quite a few people left the library hall.

The desert scene, one-on-one torture and trial endorsement... This transfer student is not a ruthless person they can provoke.

The tragic situation of the trial agent's mutilated corpse is vivid in my mind, and the transfer student is strong and perverted, and this muddy water can easily drown people.

It's safer to go back to class to get the subsistence allowance and get the minimum security.

"At least the strength of the third-year academic committee. After only seven days of training, he has changed from an ordinary office worker to a murderous murderer. There are really all kinds of monsters among the traversers from the worlds on both sides of the strait."

"Prefect, are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid he's a hammer! You can't just fuck him if you don't know anything. Find someone to find out the background of the transfer students, and find out what skills they have and what equipment they have. Hurry up, someone from the first year of the Lu School has already gone back, and those who are close to the water are the first to get." Yue, we can’t let them take the lead.”

Several second-year students from the Department of Aeronautics took off on the spot, volleyed high and danced with all their strength, and rushed out of the library like birds.

"The tutors for the transfer students are Mo Feisheng from the Department of Sea Studies and Chang Tianwei from the Department of Lu Studies. Just ask them."

"Can I ask?"

"It's definitely not good to ask in vain, and a sum of money will be paid from the public grade points of the school.

I don’t need to tell anyone in the Lu Academy, Mo Feisheng died a poor man, his eyes turned green when he saw 10 grade points, as long as he gave him money, he couldn’t believe it! "

"Hurry up! They all use the Beitian jet to accelerate. I think the second-year Mu Yigui from the Lu Academy has already gone to their martial arts school!"

"Prefect, I've suffered from hemorrhoids in the past two days, so it's not very easy to use this trick."

"Grass, if you don't listen to the usual levator anus, I'll take you for a ride, let's go!"

All kinds of exhaust fumes flew wildly, and everyone in the second year of the Department of Air Studies quickly disappeared into the air.

In the tea room in Lu Xuebu Martial Arts Academy, Chang Duanxuan was sitting on the futon, sipping tea with a calm expression.

Opposite him sat a disheveled man, dressed like a beggar in an army green uniform, with a pair of dirty feet, scratching his ears and cheeks, with black mud under his nails, and only one tooth on his body was white.

The head of the second grade of the Lu School, woodwork discipline, record: 10 people from the Sea School and 10 from the Air School.

"Director Chang, I will inquire with you about a student from the Lu School."

"Two hundred grade points." Chang Duanxuan put down his teacup, and not long after, a voice prompt came from the mobile phone on the coffee table that 100 grade points had been credited.

"This one hundred is a deposit, and if your information is useful, I will pay the other half."

"Student Mu, who do you want to ask?"

"A first-year transfer student from Lu School, Liang De."

"Who?!" Chang Duanxuan's face was full of surprise, "Don't you know that he is the true disciple of this old man?"

"Dozens of true disciples taught by Dong can die in a semester. Director Chang, do you still care about this?"

"Student Mu, you have misunderstood, Ade is my beloved disciple, he loves like father and son."

Mu Yigui looked puzzled, as if meeting the person in front of him for the first time.

Chang Duanxuan's face on the other side of the coffee table suddenly approached, and said decisively: "We need to pay more!"

Outside the tea room of Lu Xuebu, there was a line of students holding number plates, ready to ask Chang Duanxuan.

……

In the canteen of Sheng Wuxu's private high school, Mo Feisheng, the deputy director of the Department of Oceanology, exchanged a plate for a basic set meal with only 0.2 grade points.

The yin demon puppets also need to eat and drink water, and the yin quality of the yin demon is like a vitamin for them, which is essential, but they can't just eat vitamins.

The basic set meal can only include one vegetarian dish and one free bowl of soup.

Mo Feisheng cooked two taels of brown rice, a dish of fish-flavored eggplant, and a bowl of seaweed egg soup that was actually light salt water.

Only two people in Sheng Wuxu Private High School would buy this kind of poor ghost set meal, one was him, and the other was Jiang Chi, the chief instructor of the empty school department.

Mo Feisheng looked at Jiang Chi, who was not far from the cafeteria, who was slowly eating three delicacies, and he couldn't help but get angry.

The three grades of the Department of Space Studies have good grades. Jiang Chiyueyue is full-time, and he is also the dean. He usually kills students to maintain school rules and gets a lot of grade points. It stands to reason that he is one of the few teachers with the most grade points in the school. Every day, like Mo Feisheng, he ate the poor man's set meal with only one vegetarian dish.

"Turtle son, the money fan is open-eyed, the family is half-real, the richer you are, the more stingy you are!"

Mo Feisheng beeped loudly and took small bites to eat, but there was only so much rice, and he finished it in a few chopsticks.

He took the seaweed egg soup and carefully poured it into the plate, washed up the rice grains on the bottom of the plate and drank it.

A sneaky figure sat opposite Mo Feisheng.

"Director Mo, let me ask you something."

Yang Yuhu, the second-year head of the Department of Space Studies, was smiling and very sensible. Before he said what it was, he transferred Mo Feisheng's grade points first, and then went to Mo Feisheng's back to rub his shoulders and beat his back.

Mo Feisheng picked up his vibrating phone to look at the transfer records.

Do you want to buy me with your grade points, don't beat me!

Mo Feisheng originally wanted to reprimand him loudly like this.

But the grades are too many.

"What's the matter, you ask..."

Behind Yang Yuhu, other students from the department were waiting with their mobile phones ready to trade.

(End of this chapter)