"Something's wrong, something's wrong!"
Wang Jian stood on the tower, overlooking the whole Tianxing soul teacher college, his brow was still tightly wrinkled.
He felt his chin, and then looked at the empty campus of Tianxing soul teacher college. He felt very strange. He had been standing here for half an hour, but he didn't even see half a person.
You know, in the morning, those guys are constantly brushing the sense of existence in front of his eyes. How can these guys disappear one by one?
After thinking for a long time, Wang Jian suddenly turned around and left the room.
In the campus, Wang Jian began to stroll slowly, and his eyes were constantly scanning around, trying to find their figure as before.
But after trying for a while, Wang Jian gave up. These boys didn't know what they were stimulated by. Now they can't see them.
"Strange!"
Standing on the grassy mountain behind the former campus, Wang Jian looks back and forth at the empty Tianxing college. There is no one. The college looks more and more quiet, just like an abandoned place.
He pursed his lips, then took a deep breath, turned his head and prepared to go back to his bedroom and continue to work out his teaching plan for the next semester.
But suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Peng fan running happily at the school gate.
What's this kid doing out there? Why are you so happy?
Wang Jian's face was still, and he walked slowly towards Peng fan.
Peng fan seems to have found him, and his expression suddenly changed. The joyful color on his face turned into tension in a moment, and then crept to get around him.
The corner of Wang Jian's eye flicks, this boy is really stupid, can, such an open place, how are you going to bypass me?
"Stop!"
"The president of the hospital."
Peng fan stopped his steps, turned his head and looked at Wang Jian with a reluctant smile. His voice was trembling.
Wang Jian circled around him two times with probing eyes and looked up and down. Peng fan's whole body was as tight as a long bow ready to go. His eyes dodged and he didn't dare to look Wang Jian in the eye.
"What did you do?"
Finally, Wang Jian stopped in front of Peng fan and asked, looking at him with an eyebrow.
"I... I'm free, so I went out for a walk."
"Nothing to do with leisure?"
Wang Jian bares his teeth. What's your bad reason? You're the only one. You'll go out alone?! You can't fool me!
"Lenient if you confess, strict if you resist!"
Wang Jian's voice suddenly increased several degrees. He looked down at Peng fan and burst out an inexplicable momentum, which made Peng fan clench his teeth.
"There has been something wrong with you since this morning. Tell me honestly, what are you discussing?"
Peng fan was surprised and was found by the dean. In this case, he couldn't let everyone's hard work be in vain!
"No, nothing..."
Peng fan continued to pretend to be a fool, and he didn't let go.
Wang Jian continued to stare at him, but Peng fan looked at him so stubbornly, and they looked at each other for a long time.
In the end, Wang Jian was defeated helplessly. After all, he couldn't really use the top ten torture of the Qing Dynasty to force Peng fan.
only!
Wang Jian waved his hand. Even if these boys cause any trouble, it won't be a big problem. He looked at Peng fan and said, "go away, go away, no matter what you are doing, remember not to cause me any trouble!"
"Well!"
Peng fan nodded hard, then trotted away, but in the middle of the way, he looked back at Wang Jian and ran in another direction.
Wang Jian picks his eyebrows. Does this boy still have a little anti reconnaissance consciousness?
After Wang Jian walked back to the former campus again, Peng fan turned back and walked towards the canteen of the former campus.
At the moment, the canteen of the former campus is in full swing. Under several big pots, the dry wood is blazing with fire, and the full aroma spreads throughout the canteen.
"Peng fan, why did you come back so late?"
Peng fan sucked his nose, then poured out the ingredients in the storage soul guide, and said: "don't mention it, I met the Dean when I came in! I think he's aware of something. "
"Bang Dang!"
Shen Xin's spoon for cooking fell on the edge of the pot and looked at Peng fan in a twinkling of an eye. Other busy people in the kitchen also looked at it.
Shen Xin's hand wiped two on the apron, and then ran over in a hurry, looking at Peng fan nervously with bright eyes: "what did the Dean ask you?"
"I asked, but I didn't ask much. I told him what we were doing behind his back. Then I gave him the slip, and he let me go. He just said don't let us make trouble for him!"
With that, Peng fan seemed to think of something again, and said with a little pride, "when I finally left, I deliberately made a detour, and only after the Dean left did I turn around."
Shen Xin's eyes lit up and patted Peng fan's shoulder. He said with satisfaction: "I didn't expect that you were so clever!"
With that, Shen Xin turned to look at the busy people in the kitchen and said, "let's work hard together. Since the Dean has found something strange, he won't be able to hide it for long."
"Good!"
Everyone answered, and then the kitchen continued to be busy.
"Hey, hey! Yuyan, isn't your martial spirit a son of a bitch? Can you do anything to your fellow people? "
Jiang Fan looks at Yu Yan beside him with a smile. Yu Yan is pressing an old turtle to sharpen his knife.
Hearing the words, Yu Yan's face turned black. He couldn't help staring at Jiang Fan and said, "that's the Dragon turtle, do you know? It's one of the top defense spirits. How many times better than your broken sword
Jiang Fan turned his lips and said with disdain: "isn't it just a bastard? Believe it or not, I can cut it with one sword
Yu Yan looked at Jiang Fan and said with a sneer, "ha ha!"
"Brother mubai, you can cook, too?"
Peng fan in help Dai mubai hit start, see next to Dai mubai skilled action, can't help but exclaim.
Dai mubai was very indifferent: "isn't this the necessary thing for every soul master?"
"Is that so?"
Peng fan thought for a while, and then began to seriously look at Dai mubai cooking, even believe it.
"Little Yanzi, give me the things over there."
"Good!"
Shen Xin, wearing an apron, turns to be a little cook and orders Lin Yan to fight.
After pouring the vegetables into the pot, Shen Xin picked up the salt jar, thought about it, filled it with two spoonfuls of salt and began to stir fry.
Lin Yan's small mouth opens slightly, looking at Shen Xin's desire to talk and stop.
In the corner of the kitchen, two teenagers who are also silent look at each other, and then start carving things in front of them.
After a while, flowers carved from various kinds of vegetables and the rudiments of Phoenix carved from pumpkins slowly appea