Traps Of Love

Under the turbulent water, Li Yunze tries his best to keep his body steady and fast wiring, then luozishan comes. However, when Luo Zishan saw that Li Yunze had set the time on the explosives, Rao Shi's black face was pale with fright.

Thirty seconds! Luozi mountain had not dived yet, so he almost ran away. what the fuck! Take his old uncle's life!

"Brother Luo, drop the bomb! Come on At the same time, Li Yunze swam towards him.

Luo Zishan instantly understood that Li Yunze didn't want to set the time for the last bomb, but was ready to detonate it continuously in the early morning.

He immediately released the hand holding the bomb backpack and threw it in his direction with all his strength!

Li Yunze received the bomb, did not continue to go upstream, but turned back again, until the bomb stuck in the gap of the glass room, this began to travel back.

Luo Zishan was stunned and completely convinced. This kind of personality that you have to do things to the extreme is Leng Zetian's style!

Soon, the bomb made a slight noise, followed by a roar of explosion, underwater as if there was a roar of the most terrible roar!

The red flame from the bottom of the lake, almost half of the sky completely red. The lake is now called human purgatory. The burning fire, the piercing water, and the dark and terrible whirlpool seem to tear all the creatures to pieces.

Glass fire, sunny day, blood stained sunrise.

Three years later, class 5, grade 3, Nanshan foreign language primary school in Z city.

At the end of February, the sun was warm and warm, which made people want to sleep lazily. But Han Cong, a math teacher with chalk on the platform, was very depressed and serious. A pair of naturally broken eyebrows were wrinkled like the makeup of a maid of the Tang Dynasty. He almost stood up in his eyes and looked like a door god.

On the blackboard, is the solution of the general mathematical problems, under the stage is a face ignorant, eyes confused, empty childish face.

"For the third time! No one of you can understand such a simple equation? " Mr. Han came out sweating and knocked on the blackboard impatiently with his chalk. "I'll read the title again. A class of a PLA Department participated in afforestation activities. If each person planted 5 saplings, there were still 14 saplings left. If each person planted 7 saplings, there were 4 saplings left. How many people are there in this class? How many saplings are there in all?"

the students under the stage shook their heads neatly, some of them were timid The girl who was scared to tears was about to cry.

When the whole class was concentrating on solving this extremely difficult mathematical problem, only one person had a completely different painting style.

He is basking in the sunshine, blowing the spring breeze leisurely, is lazily snoring soundly.

A picturesque, beautiful little boy is sleeping in class.

His long and dense eyelashes, like a small fan, fell on his white skin, which was carved with powder and jade.

Maybe it was because the light was too bright, so he took a book in front of him to cover half of his face, just blocking his cherry lips.

No one could see him, his lips trembling slightly, whispering a name.

"Beautiful Mommy - I miss you so much -"

....

"such a simple calculation! Why can't you understand it! " Mr. Han's anger was getting more intense. At this time, a tall and handsome little boy raised his hand.

Mr. Han frowned and motioned him to speak.

This boy is the representative of his mathematics class, and he is the first in every exam. He is his proud disciple. He can't help but feel happy and his eyes are shining. He can't help asking, "Zhen Xiaoming, do you know the answer?"

"I don't know --" the boy's face turned red, but he immediately went on, "teacher, I report that someone is not listening in class and is sleeping!"

Han Cong was so angry that he almost hit someone. He raised his hand because of this kind of problem. He wanted to kill him, didn't he!

His eyes swept, and fell on the class window position. If he doesn't want to pay attention to this man, he can't!

At the beginning of spring, the school received a notice of the national Olympiad Mathematics Competition, and managed to get three places, but none of the students in the class took it seriously. He has been depressed to teach an ordinary class. Originally, he expected the only "genius" in the class to take advantage of this opportunity to fight for breath. However, this little genius, who has been dancing for two grades in a row, has not passed the exam since he entered the class. Every class is either skipping or sleeping.

Now I'm still lying on the desk with my textbook in my face, sleeping soundly! Do you have any rules? Don't think his father is the chairman of the school board of directors!

Han Cong is not angry. He rushes up angrily. He throws the chalk towards the middle of the first row of seats and knocks it on the boy's broken hair like ink!

"Leng Jinyu! Is sleeping sweet? Shall I get you another blanket, make you a little bed, and let you lie down and have a good rest! " The roar was as loud as thunder, and the class was so scared that it was silent.There was only a voice like pearls and jade, a lazy response, "OK."

Leng Jinyu side body, discontented frown, he finally dream of Mommy, who interrupt his dream, he never let go.

"Stand up! Solve this problem, or you won't go home after school today, let your parents come to the office to see me! " Han Cong chipped the chalk all over the sky.

When Zhen Xiaoming sees that Han Cong is so angry, he can't help but cover his mouth and smile. Now he can see Leng Jinyu being scolded.

Leng Jinyu has long been an eyesore to him. He knows that every exam is a countdown, and he jumps two levels in a row with the power of his father Leng Zetian. He also tells people that he has a high IQ. The topic of grade one and grade two is too simple for him.

Hum, in Zhen Xiaoming's opinion, these are all fake. Leng Jinyu doesn't know anything at all. She's just a straw bag!

Not only did he do better in the exam, but he was not as tall as he was. He was several years younger than him in the grade. Why was he called "genius" to stop him in his class.

Therefore, Zhen Xiaoming is waiting to see Leng Jinyu's big joke with a smile.

Other students in the class also look at Leng Jinyu. This "genius" is always out of place with them. Many times, they think that he pretends to be a little adult on purpose, which is so cool that people dare not approach him.

However, after hearing countless remarks from Zhen Xiaoming about Leng Jinyu's father as the chairman of the school committee, they decided that he was the rich second generation and looked down upon them.

Therefore, at this time, they also look at Leng Jinyu one after another, curious to know whether this genius is really a "genius".

"No problem, no time." Leng Jinyu impatiently opens the teacher's hand, covers the book completely on the face, as if prepares to continue to sleep.

The whole class was stunned by such aggressive behavior.

Han Cong is so angry that all his organs are on fire. At this time, Zhen Xiaoming interrupts.

"Teacher, I don't think he can solve it at all. What a genius, a fool at all