After returning from Zuo Luohuan, Jiang Hong had already noticed a little difference. She had never smoked before. After returning to the capital, she carried a pack of cigarettes in her pocket all day long, looking like an old smoker.
Jiang Hong never asked. Anyway, with Zuo Luohuan's personality, she would try out all new things. Smoking was probably a whim, but he often couldn't get through Zuo Luohuan's communication.
This is very strange.
The two have known each other since they were young, and with Zuo Luohuan's dog temper, he would either answer the call or cut it off, and would not wait until he got an automatic reply, because she found others annoying.
On Friday afternoon, Jiang Hong called Zuo Luohuan because he was shocked by the course chosen by Ji Yuezhi, and found that she was not at the school. It was a crossroads, full of people. The capital is huge in size, with countless similar intersections.
Normally, Jiang Hong wouldn't find out, but unfortunately, there was a small restaurant behind Zuo Luohuan, and he had only been there at the beginning of this year, so he immediately knew which area Zuo Luohuan was in.
There was nothing in that place, and the only thing worth writing in the information network was that a doctor whose qualification certificate was almost revoked opened a private clinic in that area, and had some ties to the black market.
Jiang Hong hung up the communication, and after going back on Saturday, he couldn't let go of the people who went in and out of that clinic and what deals they were doing behind the scenes. Finally, he used the Jiangjia information network to find out what Zuo Luohuan did in that clinic.
The next day, he rushed directly to Zuo's house and questioned Zuo Luohuan: "What did you do in Fang Yong's clinic?"
"Be quiet." Zuo Luohuan leaned against the bay window, with a cigarette between his fingertips, and glanced at Jiang Hong, "My parents are still downstairs."
Jiang Hong looked at Zuo Luohuan's disheveled, lazy and depraved appearance, and his face was blackened: "Are you still afraid of being heard? Zuo Luohuan, you have been playing crazy outside these few years, and you dare to touch drugs! "
"I don't understand what you said." Zuo Luohuan got up slowly, put out the cigarette, and threw it away, "Stay here for lunch?"
"..."
Jiang Hong suddenly stepped forward, made a move towards Zuo Luohuan, restrained her arms, threw her against the wall, and became even more angry in an instant: "You can't even hide from me in your current state!"
Thinking of the information he found, Jiang Hong even suspected that the purpose of Zuo Luohuan's visit to the Armament Database Building was not to steal the information and give it to other uneasy and kind people.
Zuo Luohuan pressed her face against the wall, she said helplessly, "Let go first."
Jiang Hong didn't let go, and cursed: "You trash!"
No matter how loud the sound was, the people downstairs could hear it clearly.
Zuo Luohuan pressed the tip of her tongue against one of her cheeks, and snorted: "I reminded you."
Then she suddenly turned around and broke away, swept Jiang Hong down with one kick, bent down and pressed him with both hands, and the two of them exchanged positions instantly.
"No matter how useless you are, you can still win." Zuo Luohuan let go of his hands and stood up, seeing Jiang Hong lying on the ground, he stretched out his foot and kicked him, "Get up, don't touch Ci."
Jiang Hong simply spread his limbs and lay motionless on the ground, ignoring her.
Zuo Luohuan looked at Jiang Hong covering his eyes with his arms, and asked, "...Are you going to cry?"
"Get lost!" Jiang Hong cursed in a low voice, "Don't talk to me."
Zuo Luohuan sat on the bay window again: "I went to the clinic to see a doctor, why are you reacting so badly?"
Hearing this, Jiang Hong felt that Zuo Luohuan was lying. People who are addicted to drugs like to lie. He turned over and sat on the ground, his eyes turned red with anger: "You think I'm a fool? Fang Yong took money from the black market last month. A batch of addictive drugs, and another batch came in last week. I checked, during this time, all the people who came in and out of his clinic were ordinary people, and you were the only one. Zuo Luohuan, look in the mirror and look at your own face, the white one is like a ghost Same."
... I really can't tell for a while.
Zuo Luohuan raised his hand and pressed his forehead hard, then picked up his shirt, revealing his bandage-wrapped abdomen: "It's really a doctor's visit."
Jiang Hong was stunned looking at the bandage that had leaked a little blood, then got up and stood in front of Zuo Luohuan, frowning and asked, "Are you injured? Why don't you go to the hospital, but Fang Yong's clinic?"
"Fang Yong has good skills, and I don't want others to know." Zuo Luohuan put down his clothes.
"No, you went there for the first time in early September, and it's October now, why is your injury still bleeding?" Jiang Hong realized that it was strange.
"The wound is poisoned and it's hard to heal by itself." Zuo Luohuan said indifferently, Fang Yong was preparing the antidote some time ago, "But it's almost healed, and it will probably be healed next month."
"Addiction is used to..."
"It's not this injury." Zuo Luohuan pointed to his brain, "It's sick here."
Jiang Hong was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Zuo Luohuan, are you going to die?"
Zuo Luohuan glanced at him: "What nonsense, say something nice."
"Then tell me what happened, if you still treat me as a friend." Jiang Hong always knew that Zuo Luohuan was showing others a fake face, but he didn't expect that even he had been deceived for so long.
"It's nothing, I ran into something at Xijiangxing, and was arrested and tortured." Zuo Luohuan said casually, "They used medicine to torture, and I left some sequelae. Fang Yong took the drug to extract the inside several ingredients."
The more she understates, the more Jiang Hong's heart sinks.
After a long time, Jiang Hong opened his mouth and asked hoarsely, "I'll help you find the antidote, and there are those people."
"No need." Zuo Luohuan lost interest, and looked up at him, "Investigating rashly will only scare the snake away, not to mention... I don't think you can find any information on the Internet."
The Jiang family's information network doesn't even work
Jiang Hong frowned and looked at Zuo Luohuan: "Who the hell is that?"
"I don't know." Zuo Luohuan changed the subject, "Would you like to stay for dinner later? My dad cooks the food himself. The chairman's food is very rare."
Jiang Hong took a deep breath, and finally said spinelessly: "Eat." After eating, he could go back and show off.
…
A weekend passed, and the military students started class again. The sophomores had their first experience of the course of the previous week, and they also had a general understanding of their instructors.
The military students of the combat department who came to class today consciously brought a change of clothes to prevent what happened last time, but this time Instructor Kang Guang did not invite the former strong shielder to come over, but started teaching himself.
"I haven't seen you for a week, but you still look like this..." Kang Guang grinned, and the two scars added to the horror, "You need to be beaten."
A group of military students: "..."
Jiang Hong leaned closer to Zuo Luohuan, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any problem with your injury?"
"It's okay." Zuo Luohuan lowered her head and flexed her wrists, she's gotten used to it after so long, but... thinking of how sensitive someone is to pheromones, she'd better not bleed out.
"I'll fight with you, and the others will watch first." Kang Guang casually pointed to a row of people, and adjusted the floor of the classroom to the data before the "force guidance", "Try the swamp and mud mode today."
It is not entirely correct to say that it is a swamp, just step on it, it will slowly sink, and it will be difficult to pull out the body for a while.
Kang Guang was obviously not satisfied with this kind of 'swamp', he stepped on a circle and shook his head: "It's not enough, I will take you to the real swamp and mud in the future, mixed with smelly water, you can't even open your eyes is the real swamp Muddy road."
"..."
"Come first." Kang Guang asked the accused student to come up, basically he was beaten, no matter alpha or omega, he had no room for mercy at all, he would beat wherever it hurts.
Jiang Hong felt pain all over his body watching from the side: "This is simply beating someone unilaterally."
After beating four or five military students, Kang Guang felt that these students were too irresistible to be beaten, and they could not move after a few strokes. Among you are the ones who have been selected from the top ten on the red list? Come out."
Everyone subconsciously looked at Zuo Luohuan, Jiang Hong frowned when he thought of her injuries, and looked at her worriedly.
Zuo Luohuan didn't have any extra thoughts, she walked out of the military academy students, and after choosing the courses, she was ready.
Kang Guang looked at Zuo Luohuan who came out, and looked him up and down: "You just picked the top ten on the red list, and then skipped class for a year?"
Before Zuo Luohuan could answer, he made a sudden move and greeted her directly on the head.
Very disrespectful!
Kang Guang moved very quickly, and the so-called swampy mud mode hardly affected him too much. He could walk on the ground as if walking on flat ground, and his body was incredibly light, which didn't match his alpha's physique at all.
On the contrary, Zuo Luohuan was affected by the sunken ground, which made her movement quite inconvenient, and her speed also slowed down. She couldn't achieve Kang Guang's level of flexibility for the time being, so she chose to defend.
After Kang Guang understood her intentions, his attack frequency accelerated again, leaving no room for Zuo Luohuan to breathe. Every time he hit her, it was like a steel rod hitting her.
The military cadets watching nearby twitched their faces, the dull sound of being hit on the body hurts just thinking about it.
However, both the beating person and the person being beaten were expressionless, making them even more terrifying.
Jiang Hong watched from the side with his eyes fixed on him. Sometimes he really admired Zuo Luohuan's ability to endure and control. Normal people get hurt and would subconsciously avoid their own wounds in a fight, but she never did this from the beginning to the end. This kind of clue completely violated his own instinct.
If Zuo Luohuan could explain at this time, she would tell Jiang Hong that the more he avoided the abdomen, the more Kang Guang would attack this side, so she had to control and pretend that she was not afraid of being attacked.
Originally, Kang Guang mainly targeted the head and the heart for all the students who came up, intending to teach them how to protect their deadly parts in battle. But when he played with Zuo Luohuan, the opponent was very resistant and defended well, so he simply gave up the teaching goal, greeted her everywhere, didn't give her a chance, and kicked her down at the end.
At this time, Zuo Luohuan turned slightly and raised his leg, avoiding Kang Guang's original kick on his abdomen, letting him kick on his thigh bone, and fell down.
Kang Guang stared at her for a while: ... why do you think this kick is a little too smooth
However, he didn't think much, turned around and began to point out the problems of these students, and instructed the training on how to act in this swampy mud.
Kang Guang's cruelty is a bit cruel, but he has nothing to say in terms of teaching and actual combat. Every sentence can point to the shortcomings of these military students.
"Come here first today. The doors of the classroom are always open. Come and practice more when you have no class." Kang Guang glanced at everyone, "If you don't make progress in the next class, get out of here."
After they had almost left, Jiang Hong walked up to Zuo Luohuan: "Is there anything wrong?"
Zuo Luohuan shook his head: "It's not that there is still class, you go first."
Jiang Hong could only leave first.
Zuo Luohuan slowed down on the spot, and suddenly remembered something: Yan Yan hasn't brought the invitation letter yet.