The bell rang for the fourth class in the afternoon, and it seemed that everyone was waiting, waiting for the time to pass, and waiting for the show to begin.
She didn't want to bring an umbrella when she went out this morning, but the driver insisted on giving her one.
Um! A relatively antique all-black umbrella.
And it's not a folding umbrella, but a straight umbrella. The advantage is that this umbrella is big enough!
When she stood at the door of the class, Mu Nanxi pulled her and whispered: "Let's go together tonight!"
"No, go back quickly!" Luo Qingchen waved his hand and accidentally glanced at Lu Qiufan standing not far away from the corner of his eye.
He probably heard their conversation, and his expression was a little solemn.
Whether it was sympathy or sympathy for each other in some status, Lu Qiufan couldn't help but want to meddle in other people's business.
But the past experiences of those 'disappeared people' told him that he had to hold back and not meddle in other people's business.
"Boom—" A loud thunder resounded in the sky. Mu Nanxi looked at her with complicated eyebrows, and wanted to say something, but the words reached his throat, but he couldn't.
"Don't worry, we will definitely meet."
After the sound fell, Luo Qingchen opened the antique straight umbrella and walked into the rain.
In a certain alley on campus, there was a group of people waiting for her.
While standing in the alley, she felt inexplicably depressed. The men and women in front of them stood in a row with iron rods and long knives in their hands.
Looking around, there were about a dozen people.
Everyone in the school probably knew that the person named Luo Qingchen would be surrounded tonight, and Yu Qianjin naturally knew that,
After a few quick glances, she could hardly see anything in his eyes.
In addition to indifference, it is still indifference. Cold yet irresistibly domineering.
What love, what care, what consideration, what... human life.
These were nothing to him. He was like a high and mighty king, looking down at them.
He is not emotional, but he behaves very affectionately.
"Not bad! You dare to take this path. It seems that you are very strong!" The leader was Chen Mili, the so-called president of the support club.
She took off her school uniform and wore a burgundy close-fitting sweater. With heavy makeup, she looked like a woman in her early thirties.
Luo Qingchen held up the umbrella slightly, with an icy look in his eyes. For some reason, most of the people standing in front of her were boys and girls in their 19s and 20s, but with the appearance of holding sticks and long knives, she felt inexplicably murderous intent.
Today, if the person standing here is not her, Luo Qingchen, but someone else, does it mean that this person will disappear from this world tonight.
There are more or less dark things and forces in the aristocratic circle, but if it's 'taking human life lightly', she said she can't accept it.
If this was a brutal ancient world, or a world of cultivators, she might be able to understand.
However, this is a society ruled by law, and everyone has equal life.
"Have you seen this camera?" Chen Mili saw that she was silent and pointed at the camera that was set up in the rain. He snorted and laughed: "Kowtow to the camera a hundred times and tell Mr. Jin a hundred times that I was wrong. Today. I’ll let you go, otherwise—”
Before the sound fell, the men and women behind her raised the swords and sticks in their hands, looking fierce.
Luo Qingchen half-squinted her eyes, glanced at the camera coldly, then curled her lips and said with a smile: "Put this thing closer to the side, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to take a complete picture in a while."
The anger hidden in my heart these days can no longer be suppressed at this moment. Even so, there is no need to endure it. (To be continued)