Honey First Love: The school grass is too fierce

Yan Qingyi sensed Leng Xuanlin's slowness, and stepped on his foot vigorously, which made him feel the pain and let go of her neck.

"No matter who you are, it's best not to interfere, or you will bear the consequences!" She took a few steps back, clutching her injured shoulder, and fled after warning.

Leng Xuanlin ignored her warning at all, and finally found the trace of "Xiu", how could he let it go so easily!
Chase all the way to a high-rise complex, and notice the disappearing figure at the bottom of the building.

He quickly chased after him, and the figure disappeared completely.

The comprehensive building is a building for the first-grade students to learn art knowledge. The first and second floors are music classrooms and painting classrooms, while the third and fourth floors are dance classrooms. The fifth and sixth floors are naturally for students to practice. Piano room.

The piano room is no more than a classroom. There are more than [-] piano rooms on the fifth floor, not to mention it is still at night, so it is difficult to find someone.

In the dim corridor, except for the faint moonlight projected in, the surrounding environment can barely be seen clearly.

He stepped lightly, observed the surrounding situation, and listened to the surrounding sounds.

In the piano room No. 55, Yan Qingyi sat on the ground behind the piano, clutching his left arm.After taking off the mask, her delicate face was devoid of any color and covered in cold sweat.

The wound is severely dehiscated, and if it is not treated in time, she may bleed profusely and become unconscious.

She heard the sound of breathing outside gradually approaching, trying to suppress her own breathing sound to a minimum, her nervous heartbeat was slowly accelerating.

The people outside the door are gradually approaching...

At some point, the corner of Yan Qingyi's mouth bit a card with a personalized black lettering, in order to fight to the death with the person who will come in later!

The sound of the doorknob turning filled the room...

Yan Qingyi's heart was about to rise to his throat, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

The door was opened a crack, and then a black leg stepped in. 
Before the head could come in, a series of phone rings suddenly rang, so that the people who came in retreated to answer the phone.

She finally let go of the heart that was in her throat, and entered into a brief moment of relief. She leaned against the wall and climbed up with difficulty, and jumped quickly from the open glass window.

"If I remember correctly, someone said he would be back in a while, what time is it now?"

Leng Xuanlin frowned: "Mom, it's easy to get wrinkles if you don't go to bed so late."

"Wrinkles are not your fault. Hurry up and go home. You have something to do tomorrow."

The phone hangs up.

He stared at the hung up phone for a few seconds and put it in his pocket, then walked to look at the piano room that he had just opened.

There was also a slight smell of blood in the air.

"I'll let you go tonight first!"

After the words fell, he walked away.

Does Yan Qingyi just need to verify it tomorrow, we will meet again soon.

"Xiu", he is looking forward to meeting you tomorrow.

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Yan Qingyi sat on the sofa clutching his injured shoulder, surrounded by darkness.

The light was turned on suddenly, and Bai Chuxia was wearing white pajamas and leaning on the bedroom doorframe with his arms folded, Bitong stared at the injured person calmly: "Why didn't you say hello in advance when you were injured?"

Enduring the pain, she organized her words: "I don't have time to tell my senior sister."

The senior sister is usually a bit arrogant, but her concern for her and her brother is sincere, but she doesn't want to show it too obviously.

"Hold on!"

Bai Chuxia said mercilessly, walked into the bedroom, and when she came out again, she had a first aid kit in her hand.

After changing into a new bandage, the cold sweat on Yan Qinglian's forehead decreased a lot.

While packing up her things, she asked, "Do you know who sent someone to hurt you?"

"Maybe it's the ghost."

"Then who are the ghosts?"

"Mo, the second-level literary engineer of the literary institution, whose real identity is Bing Mo, the daughter of the president of country B. Yan, the senior mechanic of the mechanical institution, is the criminal psychologist Gong Feng. Hao, the vice-captain of the electronic institution, is the The leading full-time hacker. Ying, the leader of the intelligence agency, is the public security of country A."

She stopped packing her things and looked at Yan Qingyi: "Even the police can sneak in. It seems that the organization's ability has really been getting weaker and weaker recently."

Having said that, Yan Qingyi realized the appearance of that person just now: "If you say it this way, it seems that there is still a force in the organization, otherwise how would anyone know about my actions."

"I'm afraid it's more than that. It's not the inner ghost who is attacking you. After all, the inner ghost's ability is not so bad that you need the help of the Qiangwei organization!"

Yan Qingyi didn't speak, but agreed with what the senior sister said.

After all, the information shows that the ghost has no grievances with her, not to mention that she has never met the literature engineer, mechanic, and vice-captain of the electronic organization, so there is no reason to kill her.

As for the "shadow", the public security of country A.

With such an identity, how could she use Qiangwei's method of murder to judge her?

If it's not the ghost, who else would it be?

The three killers were dispatched, clearly to put her to death!
Who did she provoke invisibly?

"That's right." Bai Chuxia packed up everything, sat on the coffee table and said, "I heard that you beat Jian Zeyu?"

She raised her eyebrows with interest: "Is senior sister trying to seek justice for your fiancé?"

"Little junior sister, I didn't say that. I'm just curious, what did he do that made you almost call him a national treasure."

"Senior sister wants to know?"

Watching someone buy a pass, you know what the result will be.

Therefore, I am too lazy to ask.

"Okay little junior sister, senior sister is sleepy and go to bed first, please go to bed."

Yan Qingyi looked at the person who walked into the bedroom carrying the first aid kit, and smiled helplessly.

I really can't hide anything from my senior sister.

She also planned to play tricks on her senior sister and be self-willed for a while. She didn't expect to be spotted so easily. This is not fun.

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Black, without borders.

Bo Jinyu wandered in this boundless place alone.

"anyone there?"

He asked, but it was still dim, and no one responded.

Trying to find an exit in this boundless place, but found that there seems to be no way.

While he was struggling, a beam of light suddenly appeared in front of him. Under the beam of light, there was a black figure wearing a black cloak. Only the back view could not be seen.

He stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "You, who are you?"

Seeing that the person did not speak, he asked again: "Do we know each other? What kind of place is this?"

"You really don't remember me?"

The shadow turned around, and the mask under the cloak was strangely intriguing.

But only those amber eyes revealed an unconcealable sadness.

"You..." He was attracted by those eyes, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if he really knew this person.

"I... I feel like I know you."

"Of course you know me!" Black Shadow tremblingly responded to his words: "You said you liked me, have you forgotten all of this?"

like?

Bo Jinyu expressed disbelief.

When did he say he liked someone?
Suddenly there was a voice in his heart prompting him: "Can I take off your mask and have a look?"

"Can……"

He stretched out his hand to undo the mask on Hei Ying's face, revealing a delicate little face, and at this moment the mask in his hand suddenly fell off.

"Qing, Qingyi...how could it be you?"

The pair of familiar amber eyes were looking at him, and the fundus of the eyes spread into wounds.

"You really don't remember me..."