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What role will Chapter 1190 play

Song Yan came over and sat on the side directly, opened his medicine box, flipped through it, and then put it aside, with a gentle and elegant face, he sat there watching the investigation and questioning.

Lin Zhaoxia rolled her eyes and ignored him.

He looked back at the three people sitting opposite him.

The three of them hesitated for a while before speaking slowly, "It was a little scary, at that time."

Lin Zhaoxia smiled slightly.

Now that you have spoken, it is a good start.

"It's okay, the people sitting here are not scared people, please say."

The three of them seemed to muster up their courage before speaking again.

But those words were similar to what Mrs. Lan said.

They did experience the events of 13 years ago.

survived the catastrophe.

But once the boy asked——

"Then, do you know the boy's appearance and name?"

Three of them had dark and red eyes in an instant, and one was about to hit the table in a frenzy, "I can't remember... my head hurts...!"

Yang Moyan looked at Song Yan, and Song Yan took out the three tubes of tranquilizers prepared in advance, and injected them neatly and directly.

The sedative medicine is sufficient, with sleeping pills in it.

But 1 minute.

The three of them all lay down on the table and passed out.

Lin Zhaoxia pursed her lips, and there was no need to ask any more. Such a simple feature, after experiencing it twice, has been clearly confirmed, "The three of them have also been given psychological hints."

Yang Moyan nodded, then raised his hand to rub the boy's head, "Take your time, don't rush."

Lin Zhaoxia frowned tiredly.

The clues were broken again and again, and her heart was lifted again and again.

The three people in front of him were the only ones they found.

Others either have not returned from abroad, or some of them left normally due to birth, old age, illness and death.

Yang Moyan didn't know about her current premonition.

Especially uneasy.

It always feels like something big is going to happen recently.

She didn't know what kind of role she was playing in that event.

Will it be saved in the end?

I don't know.

Hope it's all right.

She said silently in her heart.

Then sighed.

"Let's find someone to send them back." Lin Zhaoxia glanced at the three people lying on the table, stood up and walked outside, "Let's go, go back and review your homework, and you have class next Monday."

Studying hard and making progress every day is not just a joke.

Seriously~-
on Monday.

A new week begins.

Probably the hottest thing about Shengyuan now is still the upcoming basketball game between Shengyuan and Nanlin.

Both colleges and universities are gearing up and waiting.

Still in class.

The training is still the same.

In the middle is a weekly test with a small episode.

It's no surprise that Yang Moyan still maintained the unmoved first place.

But the young man really worked hard.

Every class is to take notes, very serious.

By the time of the exam, the total score was already infinitely close to that of Yang Moyan.

It is far away from most of them.

Everyone has a hunch.

According to the young man's learning state, I'm afraid it won't be long before Young Master Yang will be pulled down from the first throne and honored to succeed him.

time flies.

Lin Zhaoxia runs every day at two o'clock and one line.

Go to class normally in the morning, take notes carefully and study hard every day. The good student learning master mode is on.

Rest after lunch. In the afternoon, I will study tactics, various training and playing methods with Mo Cong in the gymnasium.

With the end of March, the arrival of April, the end of winter, after a light rain, May ushered in, the breeze was blowing, and everything was completely awakened. The long basketball game has finally arrived...

(End of this chapter)