Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

An Yilun also lived on the left side of Luo Zhen's house.

On the right is the girl's home.

"Good evening, Muku."

Ming Piaoling, 14 years old, is studying at the High School Affiliated to Sobu High School.

The excellent grades may be due to having a criminal police father and a gentle but strict mother.

If there is no accident, he will also study at Zongwu High School in the future.

But it's time for Luo Zhen to go to university by then.

Chapter 22 The box in the bag

"Senior Luo Zhen came back very late today."

Naruto asked curiously.

In the past few days, Luo Zhen came back quite early, usually arriving home before dark.

It was about the same time as her junior high school student arrived home.

"The part-time job there was a little unexpected."

Without rushing into the room, Luo Zhen and Ming Piaoling stood in the aisle chatting.

He still has a good impression of this cheerful and strong girl.

"Accident? Are you all right?"

Naruto asked with some concern.

Luo Zhen has a good sense of Ming Piaoling, and the same is true for Ming Piaoling.

At least he is more reliable than his father.

Thinking of the old man who lied to his daughter, Ming Piaomu puffed up his face unhappily.

"It's okay, and I got overtime pay."

This is a lie.

In addition to the fixed salary, there is no overtime pay in the institute.

Because under normal circumstances, members of the institute are on call 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

As long as there is a contained object, they will immediately enter a combat state.

Although there will be holidays, there is no such thing as overtime.

Unless it is injured during the mission or for other reasons, there will be additional subsidies.

Otherwise, everyone gets the same salary.

Except for those in the laboratory.

"That's it."

Nodding clearly, Ming Piao Muku said enviously:

"I also want to find a suitable part-time job."

Hearing this, Luo Zhen looked at Ming Piao Muling with some surprise.

Logically speaking, Ming Piao Mu's pocket money must be enough.

Ming Piaoqiu was very kind to his daughter.

Although he would seriously cheat his daughter from time to time, it is impossible for him to be stingy in this regard.

"I just want to experience this kind of part-time job."

As if seeing Luo Zhen's doubts, Ming Piaoling explained with a smile.

For this independent girl, she always wanted to prove to her father that she was no longer young.

But every time, Ming Piaoqiu would be ridiculed for various reasons.

"That's it."

Luo Zhen expressed his understanding.

Adolescent girls are always eager to prove that they are not young anymore.

The same is true for Naruto.

Although it is not like some girls do makeup, dress up, and blend into the crowd.

But she also has ideas of her own.

"Mus, who are you talking to?"

Ming Piaoqiu, who heard Ming Piaoling's voice, poked his head out from the door.

At this time, he still looked very young, not at all like the father of a junior high school girl.

Compared with him who was imprisoned in the warehouse, his whole person revealed a kind of vitality.

It may not be appropriate to describe a man in his 30s with vigor.

But in fact Ming Piaoqiu looks really young.

"It's Luo Zhen, are there any activities in the club today?"

After seeing Luo Zhen, Ming Piaoqiu asked with a smile.

"Good evening, Uncle Mingpiao."

Luo Zhen first greeted Ming Piaoqiu, and then explained to Ming Piaoqiu with the same excuse.

After listening to it, Ming Piaoqiu didn't think much about it.

After chatting casually with Luo Zhen for a few words, he said to Ming Piaoling:

"Muku, what are you still standing here for?"

The disgust on his face could be seen at a glance.

Ming Piaoling's face darkened, he turned around and made a face at Ming Piaoqiu and ran away quickly.

"Be careful and come back after throwing away."

Ming Piaoqiu, who was standing at the door, shouted at Ming Piaoling.

Narumo Mukuro, who was trotting with a garbage bag in his hand, waved his hands and didn't reply.

Seeing this, Ming Piaoqiu didn't continue to pay attention.

Naruto Mukuro has been a reassuring child since he was a child.

Although there is some resentment towards Ming Piaoqiu who often works overtime and does not go home, he also expresses his understanding.

"Then I'll go back first."

After saying goodbye to Ming Piaoqiu, Luo Zhen returned to the room.

After entering the house, I turned on the light in the entrance, and there was a little light in the dark room.

Throwing the schoolbag aside casually, Luo Zhen sank into the soft sofa.

Looking at the phone aimlessly, Luo Zhen told himself in his heart:

'After playing for 10 minutes, I will go to do my homework. '

10 minutes later--

'Let's play for a while, make up the whole thing, and write again at 07:30. '

'that is it. '

Time was passing by bit by bit, Luo Zhen had no intention of doing homework at all.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that Luo Zhen thought of it as if he had just woken up from a dream:

"How did time go by so fast?"

Hurriedly taking out his homework, Luo Zhen started to get serious. . .Perfunctory with Shizuka Hiratsuka's homework.

Composition, it all depends on blowing water.

The next morning, Luo Zhen entered the classroom through the back door on time.

The students in the classroom are still the same as when they first started school.

Surrounding their own small circle, everyone was talking excitedly.

It's like there are endless topics to talk about.

Passing through one small group after another, Luo Zhen sat down in his seat silently.

"Morning, Sakamoto."

After saying hello to Sakamoto, Luo Zhen took out the textbooks for today's class from his schoolbag.

"Huh? This is?"

An item that did not belong to Luo Zhen appeared in his schoolbag.

It's a weird plastic packaging.

It looks like the size of a fist.

Luo Zhen was sure that this item was not his own, and he had never bought this item before.

He raised his head and glanced around, everyone in the classroom was busy with their own affairs.

It doesn't look any different.

Basically, mischievous speculation can be ruled out.

Moreover, Luo Zhen didn't think that anyone could slip something into his bag quietly.

"I go out for a while."

After hesitating for two seconds, Luo Zhen walked out of the classroom holding the small box.