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That person appeared in his dream.

"...Then, why are you here?" The name Kong Se didn't mean much to Zhang Fei, and his only thought was "really like a monk".

"What kind of answer do you want?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was smiling.

Zhang Fei was silent for a moment, and then gave the answer without blinking: "You came here to be my cheater, and you are about to lead me on a glorious road to conquer the world and have a harem."

"You really hope so?" To his surprise, Kushiro seemed very interested in the answer, "Then it's not impossible for me..."

"Make my wish come true?"

"To make your wish go away," Kong Se spread his hands, "but even if I say 'yes', will you believe it?"

"...If you came here half a year ago, I don't think so, but now..." Zhang Fei sighed, "I probably don't believe anything."

Kong Se smiled: "Very good mentality."

He stepped into the void and approached Zhang Fei step by step.

There was a very obvious oppressive force on his body, oppressing Zhang Fei's nerves, making him retreat subconsciously, but he couldn't get out of Kong Shi's control.

"You have to become stronger, Zhang Fei."

"anyway."

"...We must keep in mind that the happy life now comes from the sacrifices of the martyrs. Without them, there would be no Linshan today, and we now..."

The warm air from the air conditioner makes people drowsy, but every time the drowsiness rises, it will be interrupted by the loud sound from the loudspeaker close at hand.After repeating it several times, Zhang Fei only felt that he had a splitting headache.

The only thing that can comfort him is that he is not fighting alone. Hundreds of teachers and students in the auditorium have endured the torment of a certain leader on the podium with him, and judging from the expressions of everyone, that certain leader has surpassed the cafeteria The manager and the director of political education topped the list of their most wanted gang fights.

"I really want to die..." Next to him stretched out his head to rest on Zhang Fei's shoulder, it was Zhou Ze, with a troubled expression on his face, "Elementary school, junior high school, high school, I have listened to this kind of speech eight times if not ten times ..."

"I have listened to your teacher eighteen times, and I will continue to listen to it in the future." Zhang Fei squinted at him, "Be content, you."

Zhou Ze honestly shrank his head back, and Zhang Fei turned his gaze to the stage. After a long time, he sighed.

In March of Yangchun, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming.

After the conflict in November, the ghost alliance did not make any major moves, and Linshan became calm.Zhang Fei was a little apprehensive at first, but he couldn't help but relax later.

"The fruit of greed is the most difficult to condense among the fruits of evil. The two of them offended the ghost dragon, and their injuries will not be light. It is not impossible to go back and forth and stay dormant for the first half of the year." Once, Song Guimu followed He said, "If you really want to condense the fruit of greed, you must make a big move. Before that, you should take good care of your little devil~"

... Not to mention how Zhong Cuo angrily confronted him one-on-one after this, in short, in the past few months, they have rarely come here peacefully.

After the winter vacation and the new year, the first challenge Zhang Fei faced was not the exam or salary assessment, but the patriotic education week.

During the Anti-Japanese War, Linshan once fought a battle to defend Linshan. This war was just an insignificant battle in the Anti-Japanese War in terms of scale. are especially valued.That war took place in March, so there is always a week in March every year, which is used by leaders from all walks of life to teach the students in Linshan City not to forget the martyrs and study hard--the intention is good, but it is a pity for Zhang Fei. For this kind of people who grew up in Linshan, they have to be educated every year since they were young, and their feelings have long been ground into helplessness.

But he also became a teacher, even if he didn't want to graduate.

Squinting his eyes again and again, just when Zhang Fei felt that he was about to be inspired by the god of sleep, the speech of the leader on stage finally came to an end.

"Now, we invite the Linshan veterans to speak for us!"

There was a burst of applause from the audience at the right time, Zhang Fei clapped twice meaningly, and looked up at the stage.

A gray-haired old man was slowly walking up to the podium. The air conditioner was on in the auditorium, and the warm wind was blowing, but he was still wrapped in a military coat, looking very bloated, and the process of getting on the stage was even more wobbly, which made people feel uncomfortable. Ren couldn't help but sweat.

"Why is it him again..." Zhou Ze muttered in a low voice, "I remember hearing his speeches when I was a child, it's been so many years..."

"I heard it when I was a child," Zhang Fei said. "At that time, Linshan veteran seems to be the only one left now, and he is a typical example."

While they were talking, the old man had already started his speech.As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a faint commotion below—after all, the old man was old, he couldn't speak clearly, and his voice was also low. Previously, when the leader was speaking, everyone dared not say anything. They chattered and chatted.

Zhang Fei stopped the students closest to him with his eyes, but he would be powerless if he was farther away. The old man on the stage was still trying to say something, but he couldn't suppress the commotion in the audience, looking a little helpless.

This commotion continued until the old man’s speech came to an end. The host hurried up to the stage and took the microphone: “Thank you Mr. Lin for his wonderful speech. Let’s applaud him and thank him!”

The audience clapped their hands copiously again, but Zhang Fei couldn't help but frown—if he heard correctly, the old man's speech didn't end, it just paused in the middle.

In the stands, although the speech was roughly interrupted, the old man was a little dazed, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at the applauding people in the stands, bowed slightly, and then slowly walked off the stage.

Soon another leader spit on the stage, but the old man had already walked to the corner, standing in the darkness covered by the curtain, silently looking at the place illuminated by the light.

At this moment, Zhang Fei noticed that there was something in his arms that was illuminated by the light on the podium, reflecting a faint light.

what is it then?

He still wanted to take a closer look, but the old man turned around, blocking the glimmer of light, leaving only a lonely figure behind.

Zhang Fei always claimed to be heartless, but that figure from behind seemed to fall into his heart and take root, which made him feel awkward all day long, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

"what happened?"

In the end, even Zhong Cuo noticed someone's abnormal behavior and came over to care.

"It's nothing, I'm a little emotional." Zhang Fei sighed and fell on Zhong Cuo.

After the incident in the amusement park, someone who didn't talk about it but cared about the height problem in his heart worked hard, not only turned all the wandering ghosts attracted by him into energy, but even took the initiative to attack and sweep around. It is his height and growth that are gratifying. In just a few months, he has grown to the height of fourteen or fifteen years old. He has successfully left the field of children and promoted to teenagers.

The result of the rapid growth is that the guardian’s wallet has become much deflated. Mr. Zhang was very depressed for a while, and even suffered a sequelae——if there is nothing to do, it will be on Zhong Cuo. The superficial reason is parent-child communication, but in fact The reason... can't be said, can't be said.

Zhong Cuo didn't quite adapt to someone's behavior at first, and then gradually let it go: "Emotion?"

"Yeah, with emotion..." My heart was full of thoughts, but when the words came to my lips, I couldn't say anything.

So he just rubbed against the clock and asked with a smile: "By the way, I never asked you, what do you want to do when you become the Queen of Ghosts?"

"?"

"Do you want to fight everywhere after taking office, and finally die vigorously in battle, or do you have nothing to do and stay in a daze forever?"

Zhong Cuo was startled slightly, and frowned: "You can only choose between these two?"

"You can also say what you want~"

He asked casually, but Zhong Cuo thought about it seriously, and said after a long time: "...do your best."

"Oh?"

"I dare not say that I will be able to do better than the previous ghost king, but I will definitely try my best to do it," Zhong Cuo said seriously, "I was born as a ghost king, and it is my responsibility to guard the underworld, no matter what I do in the future. , or fighting every day, it’s the same.”

Zhang Fei was silent for a moment, then pinched Zhong Cuo's face expressionlessly.

"What are you doing—" he clapped his hands angrily.

"It's easy."

"..." Zhong Cuo gritted his teeth silently, but because he had just published the Ghost King Declaration, for the sake of image, he had to hold back the urge to bite people temporarily, "What about you?"

"how do I?"

"If you were the King of Ghosts, would you rather fight vigorously, or be idle and mediocre?"

"Ghost King's job is not suitable for me, and the premise is not valid..." Zhang Fei tried to change the subject, but the little ghost's eyes were so bright that he didn't give him a chance to change the topic, so he could only sigh, "But what I really want to say , I will definitely not choose to be a hero."

"Oh?"

"Being a hero is not suitable for me. People like me are most suitable for the role of remembering the martyrs with tears after the dust settles."