The noble evil young lady

Time flies by, the days are getting longer and longer, and the daily temperature is getting higher and higher. I know that midsummer is coming soon.

The cicadas' noisy cries have already begun to resound through the mountains, and the flocks of birds have become more and more excited.

This day is still a hot day, everyone's face is flushed, but with the arrival of the monthly exam, every student will force himself to wake up from the heat and listen carefully to the teacher's lecture.

I wiped the fine sweat from the corners of my forehead, turned my eyes out of the window unconsciously, and found two or three black spots in the sky, slowly approaching the direction of our school.

I shook my head quickly, thinking it must be too hot, and I had hallucinations, so I listened carefully to the class.

Open the notebook and start to compare the teacher's lecture content.

Suddenly, someone yelled, "A lot of helicopters appeared in the sky!!"

At this time, the get out of class bell rang on time, and the students were so bored that they ran out curiously to see the excitement outside.

I was about to go out to take a look too, but I saw Miyamoto's figure move. He took a deep breath, looked ahead coldly, and slowly tapped the table with his index finger.

He didn't seem to be interested in the outside world at all. I looked out the window casually, and couldn't help being stunned by the sight in front of me.

Five pure white helicopters, with a large "source" written on them, hovered over our school in a beautiful formation. The propellers on the helicopters whirled, and the corridors of the teaching building were full of people. There was a lot of discussion about the scene in front of them.

Just when everyone hadn't completely withdrawn from the shock brought by the helicopter, they were stunned by another scene.

Since the classroom of our class is on a high floor, we can clearly see the road outside the school.

At this time, dozens of cars appeared in our line of sight.

Fourteen pure black Lexus are at the front and back, and the silver Rolls-Royce is driving in the middle. Getting closer and closer, the convoy began to change its formation, and the scene in front of it was dazzling.

At this time, the five helicopters over the school slowly descended and finally stopped on the wide lawn of the school.

An old man got off the helicopter slowly, stood on the lawn, adjusted his appearance, and walked slowly to the stairwell with a professional smile on his face, followed by seven or eight bodyguards.

Soon, he entered the classroom of our class, and I saw his appearance clearly. His gray hair and wrinkles on his face never affected his kindness. There was an innate sense of fit about him.

The students started talking in groups of three or four.

"Who are they?"

"Look, look, they have entered the classroom of our class!"

"Let's go in and have a look!"

"Go, I saw that the bodyguard behind him seemed very powerful!"

. . .

The old man stopped suddenly in front of Miyamoto He, and Miyamoto He looked at the person, his eyes suddenly brightened.

The old man bowed respectfully to Miyamoto He, with tears on his old face, he said movedly: "Master, you have suffered."

Miyamoto He stood up. His tall body was two heads taller than the old man. He straightened the old man upright, with a gentle smile on his face, raised his hand, and slowly took off the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

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Miyamoto He's final identity is about to be revealed, so I want to recommend a comment, ho ho ho!