In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 31
Some freshmen in the academic department are preparing for the weekend internship assignment.

The Academic Department is worthy of being a training base for demon hunters that provides front-line fighters for demon hunting organizations all over the world. Even on weekends, the Academic Department still arranges a class for freshmen on Saturday morning.

"Personal exorcism commission."

Take the family or individual as a unit to send a help signal to the Alchemy Temple, requesting the Temple to send an operator to solve the entrustment of small-scale evil spirit haunting incidents for the seekers.

The harm caused by these events is small.

The risk is not high.

The strength of the evil spirits is mostly inferior.

The busy official staff of the hunting organization will not participate in these extremely small-scale "haunted" and "haunted house" rumors.

Coincidentally, the Academic Department of the Holy Church considered that such incidents are quite suitable for freshmen to exercise. Therefore, on Saturday mornings for most of the students, it was they who took the car and went to the "haunted" houses to eliminate evil spirits. the day of the spirit.

Ryan was not one of them.

According to the meaning of the "connector" arranged for him by the Alchemy Temple, his [Nemesis Project] is about to start, and Ryan Winster has already given the title of "temporary operator" in the demon hunting organization.

And his information book has also been submitted to the high-level desk of the church. According to the explanation of the "docking staff":
Although many professors were puzzled by the change of candidates, they all unanimously passed the decision after seeing the secret document submitted by Minister Victor.

However, due to some force majeure, there is still one month before the official launch of the "Nemesis Project".

One month later, no matter where in the world a catastrophic evil event occurs, he must rush to the scene immediately, and then be dropped by an airplane to start a demon hunting operation.

At that time, Ryan will be caught in endless hunting, and he does not know when he will have a chance to breathe.

then.

Ryan also happened to be taking advantage of the last month of vacation, ready to enjoy his campus life.

"Deng deng deng-"

On Friday afternoon, the get out of class bell of "Demonology" rang. As the professor staggered out of the classroom, the students were soon immersed in the excitement of the upcoming internship task.

"Team leader, do you have any plans for the weekend?"

Ryan, who packed up his notebook, felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

"Looking at the dormitory, playing games, and sleeping."

"Ah! Isn't it?!"

Louis was stunned, and the mints in his mouth almost fell out.

He thought that the team leader's weekend would be more colorful, but why did he sound so homey?

Ryan was held by Louis' shoulders and walked out of the classroom all the way.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
Tuk Tuk!

Tuk tuk tuk tuk!

"I tm!"

Ryan stood up half of his body from the bed like a zombie.

He clenched his fist in one hand and grimaced.

"It's early in the morning! Who!"

The hasty knock on the door sounded like a death talisman. While slapping the man who was immersed in sleep, he slapped hard to wake him up, while still torturing his eardrums.

Walking into the living room like a gust of wind, Ryan glanced at the clock on the wall at the moment before he grabbed the doorknob.

"6:58!"

"Bastard!"

"Meow!!"

The cow cat was stretching, and it was also soundly asleep. When it was woken up by a loud noise, its mood obviously fell to the bottom.

The man with the chicken coop head suddenly opened the door.

The morning sun was shining brightly.

On a day when there is a hint of coolness in the air, if there is such a beam of warm sunlight falling from the gaps in the clouds and shining on the stiff body, how wonderful it sounds.

The moment Ryan opened the door.

He felt the beauty of warmth and fresh fragrance.

The sun was shining on the girl's beautiful face, and the long gray hair slipped from her shoulders and draped over the top of the white shirt, making her even more dazzling.

She blinked her eyes, her slender eyelashes expressed their agility, her tall onion nose was as smooth as fat, and on her fair face, two faint rosy spots evoked a serene and quiet smile.

In the round and crystal-clear eyes, the ruby-like bright and bewitching eyes are particularly eye-catching.

"Ma'am, do I know you?"

The girl in front of him made Ryan scratch his head in doubt.

Sleepy-eyed, he didn't realize he knew this beautiful girl.

"This is the dormitory for boys, you have found the wrong person."

"squeak--"

He wanted to close the door without saying a word.

However, just listen to-

"boom!!"

Ryan looked at Rebecca.

It seemed that he had only seen her for a day or two, and he felt that the girl in front of him had changed.

Are people's impressions of people updated so quickly?
To say that we haven't seen each other for a few days or three autumns is an exaggeration, isn't it?

Her hair was tied into a ponytail by a silk hair rope embellished with cherry blossoms. The slightly fragrant hair was slightly curled, and a playful wisp of hair was easily and comfortably wound from the back of her snow-white neck.

The hair on the forehead obviously cannot be locked by a small hairpin. They declare their freedom, and they hang down a bit casually, covering half of the girl's face.

A white shirt with a doll collar, high-waisted hot pants, casual and next door, if it wasn't for a pistol pinned to her back waist, her exquisite brows were slightly frowned, and she was gently blowing the heat of coffee.

Ryan would even think it was Rebecca's twin sister or something.

of course.

The biggest reason was his lack of understanding of Rebecca.

After all, Ryan has only seen her holding a gun and pulling the trigger, and brazenly fighting against evil gods on the battlefield.

As for what's going on in private.

Lane never cared.

"Hey, I have to pay."

Ryan took a sip of his coffee and spoke lightly.

At this moment, the door of his dormitory was in a C-shape, twisting in the hallway very sadly.

The girl put down the coffee cup, opened her hands, and soon, a shadow rushed into her arms.

Because the owner of the house lived alone, she couldn't find any slippers. Although Ryan Winster was British, he was a rather ungentlemanly smelly man in his bones.

Therefore, Rebecca could only go barefoot.

The round and straight legs were resting on the sofa, and as the thief cat lay on her legs and acted like a baby, the pair of exquisite and sensual legs trembled slightly, as well-proportioned as jade carvings, full of the beauty of plump and healthy lines.

"Someone from the logistics department will come to fix it."

Rebecca hugged the cat and stared at Ryan.

"It's your fault."

Ryan put down the coffee cup and looked at her: "Miss Rebecca is radiant today, I admit, I was caught by the flash."

"Would Holmes not recognize his best friend because Watson changed his outfit?"

Rebecca retorted.

"I bet you."

"If Watson were a woman and petite"

Ryan just wanted to refute, but soon, he thought of some creepy images: "Sorry, it's my fault, let's end this topic."

"so."

"Miss Rebecca is here today."

"What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)