Wandering in Dragon Ball

When Owen appeared in front of Leina with Li Meng on his shoulders, he looked like a farmer who had just returned home from harvesting wheat fields.

In order to prevent the cold wind from freezing Li Meng while he was sleeping, Owen put him directly into a sealed bag with only his head exposed, which looked no different from the native chickens for sale in the market.

"Teacher, he was knocked unconscious by you." Reina looked at Li Meng with some worry, and saw a layer of white frost condensing on his closed eyelashes.

"When you're drunk, the human race can only drink so much." Owen puffed out his mouth and breathed at the child on his shoulder. A stream of heat quickly removed the chill from Li Meng's head.

He would be like this every few minutes along the way, and it would really surprise people to say that Owen was so considerate.

"You actually let him drink?" Reina was shocked. She took Li Meng and carefully pulled him out of the sealed bag.

"I can't find a place to store this little guy. Your home is on the outskirts of the city, so it's more convenient for you to handle it." Owen seemed to have gotten rid of a difficult cargo, rubbed his hands and said to Rena, "Put him in early. Settled well, you still have to go to class today."

"Ok, no problem."

Reina carried Li Meng on her back and quickly returned home.

She washed his face with a towel, removed the muddy clothes, turned on the heater, left a breakfast and a note, and hurried out.

I don't know how long it took, but Li Meng slowly woke up and found that he was lying on a big warm bed.

This quilt still has a bit of fragrance.

Li Meng stretched and quickly remembered what happened to him.

Mulang wine is really powerful.

Don't drink randomly in the future if you have nothing to do.

Looking at the alcohol resistance 5 on the panel, Li Meng scratched his head.

Is it true that when you reach 100, you will be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?

He didn't consider the purpose of brushing up alcohol resistance. It felt a pity to lose that kind of drunkenness but not drunkenness.

It's like a person who loves good food suddenly loses his sense of taste. What's the point of eating besides satisfying physiological needs?

Li Meng looked around and saw that the lower half of the room was covered with orange wallpaper, the pillows were pink, and there were two little stuffed animals on the light blue lace sheets. The snow-white curtains are opened, and you can see several plates of green flowers blooming vibrantly.

The room is generally neat and clean, with no unnecessary clutter. There are some gadgets used by girls neatly arranged on the coffee-colored desk, and there is also a makeup box with a small mirror.

What impressed Li Meng deeply was the more than one meter tall notebook placed in the study next door, all of which were written by Reina.

After flipping through a few pages, Li Meng couldn't understand the foreign characters, but the beautiful and delicate fonts made people feel very comfortable.

This is a hard-working girl.

There is a breakfast in a thermos pot on the dining table. Under the pot is a note written in Common Language:

"I'm going to class. I'll probably be back in the afternoon."

Li Meng almost forgot that Leina was still a student. When they first met, her capable aura that had been tempered by long-term experience gave her a little more mature charm.

Turning on the TV, Li Meng turned the channel to the local weather forecast.

The typhoon last night left a deep impression on him. In that harsh environment, if a person of comparable strength wanted to escape, it would be easy. He didn't want to kill him when a gust of wind and sand blew in mid-fight with the evil thought body. Lost it.

The evil mind body is born with the ability to shield its own aura. For such a cautious guy, you must be fully prepared before taking action.

Maruyama sent news that the Titanic would not reach the South Pole for two days.

Before these friends arrive, Li Meng can buy some things for them that they need to use before the battle.

"It would be great if Irving could come along to help. He would be more comfortable as a guide than Rena." Li Meng was not sure whether an evil body that had not determined the target location would let Irving go inland with him.

But asking that kind of arrogant uncle to be a guide is probably much easier than asking Sun Wukong to teach cross talk.

At this moment, Reina was taking notes carefully in class.

With her hair in a low ponytail, she exuded a feminine intellectual temperament. From time to time, boys would secretly glance at her while she was writing.

In school, Reina is just a well-behaved and obedient student. Except for a few teachers, not many people know that she is also a member of the mercenary guild.

Most of the people who usually take missions are the captains of Reina's mercenary team. Owen doesn't like students with flamboyant personalities, and is even opposed to Reina becoming a mercenary.

Even so, considering that Rena's father, who has died many years ago, is his colleague, Owen can only let her do what she likes.

But there is a condition, that is, if Reina cannot break through to the level of an intermediate psychic before the age of 18, she must give up.

"The above are three things that must be paid attention to when performing linear channeling. If not done, the connection with the target's brain area will fail. Now you can enter the virtual machine to conduct imitation experiments."

At Owen's request, the students picked up AR helmets one after another and imitated the scene.

"Within 24 hours after advanced psychic surgery, a blue light will continue to remain on your temples."

Reina was in a daze looking at the class notes she had just copied.

She remembered that when she was cleaning Li Meng's face, there happened to be a faint blue light on his temples.

Advanced Spiritualism

She couldn't believe it. Other than that, she had no other way to explain such a strange thing happening to Li Meng.

Reina bit her lip and sent a private message to Owen: "Teacher, did you use advanced psychic skills when you were on the mission yesterday?"

Owen read Reina's communication and combined with what he just said, he quickly understood Reina's thoughts.

"Are you worried about your sponsor? He is a strong little guy, and advanced psychic techniques will do no harm to him."

"Didn't you say that people who can quickly learn advanced psychic skills can only be done by pure Snow Clan members? He is just a human being."

Owen shook his head. He quickly sent a message to remind Lena: "There are always some exceptions in the world. Of course, the person you are talking about may be the kind of genius who only has one in a billion. I hope you can complete your homework step by step. Don't You are too ambitious to do meaningless things. Your current mental power is far from high enough, so don’t forcefully activate intermediate psychic skills."

This teacher is not cute at all.

Seeing Owen destroying his confidence again. Reina curled her lips and also picked up the AR helmet and entered the simulation practice.

Owen switched the screen interface to the security center information window, and a red emergency report caught his attention.

Recently, a group of criminal gangs driving mechas are stealing mineral deposits in the Antarctic interior. Yesterday, they took advantage of the approaching typhoon to raid one of the largest mineral deposit warehouses and robbed nearly three tons of ore.

Owen frowned. Antarctica is so big. If you want mineral deposits, you can just steal them. But they are so arrogant that they go and rob them. This group of people is simply openly provoking the temper of the Snow Tribe people.

He dialed the phone number of the Academic Affairs Office and reported to the principal: "I have to go on a mission. Let Joels take over the next class."

"know."

Hearing the other party just say a word and then hang up the phone, Owen smiled bitterly and shook his head.

In the principal's office five hundred meters away, a beautiful young blond woman with ear-length hair opened a calendar and made a cross on it with a red pen.

Under the dense row of red crosses, there is this sentence:

"On the 33rd day, he continued to go on missions and did not come home at night."