It was probably a somewhat novel but not beautiful or even disgusting experience yesterday afternoon. The light chestnut ponytail behind the girl teacher was drooping weakly. She didn't go up and down with her words, and her voice was a bit sandy, but It's not hoarse and unpleasant, but like a rustling apple, giving people a sweet and soft feeling.
The wind blew from the broken classroom door, and along with the light brushed her pretty face, adding a layer of fluffy red light, like a red apple.
At least many male students under the podium thought so. Their shy eyes sometimes wandered and reluctantly cast on the stage, and their dark cheeks also turned red.
"I repeat, when you go to the library to borrow books, you don't have to be so careful. Some people even wear gloves, as if preparing to move the delicate Jamsil. Books are for viewing, not for offering. Don't worry about the hundreds of books in the library that are old and broken, so you can't read them anymore, the rich uncle is now most interested in reading books, and he will keep adding them."
The library of Sangku Township Public School is a dilapidated house next to the classroom. Several layers of books are piled up in disorder on the shelves. The dust on the ground is full of curious footprints of students. It looks like, fortunately there is a large window on the east-facing wall. It is obvious that the newly repaired glass has good light transmission performance, allowing the outside sunlight to come in warmly.
A man who was full of resentment in a certain mouth and upgraded to an uncle. At this time, he was quietly reading a book by the window. The sun was shining slightly on his eyelashes. I don't know if it was because of the glare, so he narrowed his eyes and looked like Some small.
He was reading the history of imperial literature and art. Those somewhat boring clichés and dust particles flying in the light were mixed together, which was very easy to make people sleepy. I don't care about the blood stains on the pant legs.
The senior officials of the Imperial Intelligence Agency arrived faster than Master Bayi imagined. The officer in black formal suit with a gloomy smell all over his body stared at him like an eagle and asked, "Are you sure that your description is correct? Mistake? If you make a mistake, I assure you, your twenty-six generations of ancestors will tremble and regret the consequences."
From the corner of his eye, Master Bai caught a glimpse of the golden hibiscus flower logo painted on the sleeve of this high-ranking intelligence officer, his body trembled subconsciously, and he replied respectfully and humbly: "Sir, there is absolutely nothing wrong with the portrait, my butler. Go to town and see for yourself."
Although he is the most powerful aristocrat in Songhai, this is the first time in his life that he has seen such a distinguished person. Naturally, he has infinite fear and awe, and it took a lot of strength to barely control his voice when he answered. serious changes.
The senior intelligence officer took off the leather gloves and swiped his fingers slowly across the electronic light curtain. The portrait of the small-eyed man and girl on the light curtain suddenly changed. The light chestnut hair and brown pupils all turned into pure black. .
He looked at the two portraits seriously for a long time, and after confirming that the cold smell on his body suddenly disappeared, he nodded with satisfaction, and said to Mr. Bai next to him in a deep voice: "This matter is well done, the department You will be rewarded."
"As the most loyal subject of His Majesty the Emperor, I don't need any awards. I just hope that the adults can hunt down these two evil rebels, so that my poor child can comfort the underground."
Master Bayi felt sad for a moment, wiped the corners of his eyes, and asked with uncontrollable hatred: "Sir, are they really the remnants of the rebellion?"
Hearing his previous words, the expression on the face of the intelligence agency officer became a little weird. He sneered at this person and said, "This is something you are qualified to know?"
It was the entire elite action team of the Intelligence Agency who received the information and rushed to this manor as quickly as possible. As a special department led by His Royal Highness, the intelligence agency action team possessed unimaginable terrorist power. Thirty spies used it. In less than half an hour, he inspected the manor and even reconstructed the scene of the cruel tragedy with extreme accuracy.
The indifferent intelligence officials ignored the humble pleas of the small nobles around them, and immediately passed the secret channel to spread the information and the precise location of the target to Libanxing. This information traveled through the dark space, unknown Where will it end up.
Watching those military helicopters equipped with advanced weapons disappear into the sky, Master Bai had a cold smile on his face, turned to look at the lower-ranking nobles, and said in a cold voice, "Those pariahs I thought that with the protection of a few remnants of the royal family, I would dare to fight against us, and when those two remnants of the royal family are executed, I will watch them bleed and cry under my feet!"
"Then we are waiting here for news now?" someone asked in a low voice respectfully.
Master Bayi is calm and conservative in his affairs, and naturally he will not launch a cold-blooded revenge against the pariahs before the results of Sangku Town come out. He slowly stroked his dark brown hair and said with a sneer, "I'm going to that ruined town. I want to watch the two royal family remnants being torn to pieces by the intelligence agency. Only in this way can I dispel the resentment in my heart."
When Master Bai bowed his head out of the helicopter and walked outside the school at the end of the Sanglin path under the protection of the guards, the elite action team of the Imperial Intelligence Agency had completed the siege of these dilapidated buildings, but dressed in black with a serious expression The cold spies were stopped outside the classroom by dozens of angry Dalit students, and the situation was in a tense confrontation.
The intelligence agency's black-clothed spies were holding cold metal firearms. The dark barrels could spray deadly bullets at any time. The students who stopped in front of them had only a few shovels in their hands, while the rest held chairs and confronted the two sides. The comparison of their strengths is so disparate that they don't even use the word comparison. However, these poor students, who are only sixteen or seventeen years old, still bravely stand in front of the spies.
The students' faces turned red, not because of admiration in the classroom, but because of fear and anger, and they shouted desperately and powerfully: "No one wants to hurt our teacher!"
The intelligence officer standing at the front looked at the scene in front of him, thinking about the silence in the classroom, his mood became more and more nervous, his face became more and more gloomy, and he ordered in a cold voice: "Come in!"
The content of this order is a bit strange, rushing in instead of shooting, which is very inconsistent with the rumors of the intelligence agency killing people without blinking an eye, but the expressions of the thirty or so black-clothed secret agents did not change. Pushed away and dragged away, forcibly rushed towards the classroom.
Under the shadow of the mulberry tree outside the remnant wall of the public school, Master Bai and the little nobles watched this scene with proud and cold smiles on their faces.
Seeing that the black-clothed spies were about to rush into the classroom, a female student outside cried and screamed, "Everyone is fighting!"
All the poor students present had red eyes, picked up the chairs and shovels in their hands, and smashed them at the spies in front of them. In such a hierarchical society, people who are used to struggling to survive as slaves dare to attack the secret agents of the intelligence agency representing the royal family. How much courage does it take!
However, the chairs and shovels in the hands of the students did not fall, and they just stood there dumbfounded. The smiles of those noble gentlemen under the mulberry tree outside the broken wall suddenly stiffened and ugly.
The door of the classroom was slowly pushed open from the inside, and the girl teacher with straight light chestnut hair came out.
The menacing black-clothed spies knelt on their knees neatly and gave her a big gift!
The intelligence agency officer, who was full of gloomy taste, knelt in front of her, and said humbly and respectfully, "Meet the little princess."
In the library of Sangku Town Public School, that is, the humble room, the small-eyed man finally woke up in the sunshine. He blinked his sour eyes, adjusted the metal piece in his ear hole with his right hand, and frowned. With the tip of his brows, he muttered to himself: "The intelligence agency arrived so quickly, it seems that this time it is really going to be discovered."
Those thick black eyebrows that were straight like knives raised slightly, he stood up and walked towards the door, and said angrily: "What do you mean by sleeping like a pig? Can you be louder, can't you wake me up? I don't know where you dyed it from? Weird temper, now I always talk like mosquitoes."
Obviously there was no one in the room at this time, but it seemed like he was talking to someone. Pushing open the door and walking to the dirt playground, he looked at the black-clothed spy who was kneeling all over the floor, and felt the strange silence in the field. His expression didn't change at all, and his feet were slightly wrong.
A very simple action made him easily cross a distance of several meters and came to the girl teacher who was innocently spreading his hands. He stretched out his hand to hold the girl's cool palm, turned around without hesitation, and walked away in an instant. Running, heading towards the depths of Songhai, the whole set of movements was completed in one go, and it was unimaginably quick and natural.
The black-clothed spies kneeling on the ground did not react until the two figures, one big and one small, disappeared in the serene mulberry forest, especially the intelligence officer, who pointed at the empty dirt road, his face even more serious. Showing a terrified expression.
"Come up!"
Because of endless fear, the normally pampered official suddenly burst out with unprecedented ability, jumped up from the ground, and took the thirty-odd black-clothed spies behind him, like a field mouse that had migrated because of the flood, towards the The two barely visible figures chased after them desperately, shouting in pain as they ran, "His Royal Highness! His Royal Highness!"
On the playground of the public school in Sangku Town, the poor students stood bewildered, still holding chairs and shovels, some of them didn't realize what happened just now.
The quick-responding noble men in the shade of the trees outside the broken wall had already passed out one after another like a felled mulberry tree, and could no longer stand up.