[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

"Civil Law No. 40 and six articles," the black-haired girl smiled, and quickly answered the tricky question raised by the professor on the podium, "I am sure that this article can perfectly resolve the dispute you mentioned, the professor."

"Great!" The black professor made no secret of his admiration for the girl.

There was a burst of dissatisfaction among the students in the classroom. This is the third time that the professor in this class has praised Emma Grossman.

Emma Grossman, this name has long dominated the list of major scholarships in New York University Law School in the past two years, and has become an outstanding student in the hearts of many professors.

For many girls in the law school, the name Emma Grossman is undoubtedly an unlucky existence. After all, more than half of the boys in the law school regard this seemingly perfect girl as the goddess of their dreams .

But no matter how hostile the girls are to Emma Grossman, they have to admit the fact that this girl is quite good.

"She doesn't even look like a person, her every move, including her smile, is programmed," tweeted a girl who hated Emma Grossman, "I guess, that' Miss Perfect' must be a robot."

Ivan quit Twitter, then looked up at the girl who was in the first row of the classroom.What the girl said on Twitter was a bit exaggerated, but it was quite vivid.

During the dozen or so hours that Ivan observed Emma Grossman, every move this girl showed was perfect and almost harsh. No gaffe.

"From yesterday to now," the man sitting next to Ivan said, "There is nothing strange about this girl, which makes me wonder if what you said to me is true."

John turned his head slightly, and quickly looked at Ivan's forehead. He was still concerned about the missing bullet hole on the young man's head.

Ivan noticed the gaze of the man beside him looking at him. He withdrew his gaze from the first row of the classroom, and turned his head to look at John.

Ivan raised his finger and touched his left ear, and looked suggestively at the earphone that John was wearing: "Didn't you find out anything about that mysterious friend of yours?"

John raised his eyebrows. In fact, early this morning, he had already received an email from Finch about the girl.

"You're pretty sure there's something wrong with this girl," John said, "because you heard about her argument with her aunt yesterday?"

Ivan was silent for a while, and his index finger tapped the table irritably.

"What else?" The red-haired young man turned his head and asked coldly, "You have said that I don't know her and that we have no grievances or enmities. Is it possible that I will still frame her?"

Ivan's attitude was completely within John's expectations. From yesterday to now, this young man has fully made John understand the word alertness, and the other party's distrustful attitude gave John a bit of a headache.

"I thought we were a partnership now," John said. "We both need a little trust in each other, don't we?"

Hearing John's words, the red-haired youth sneered.

"Partnership?" Ivan looked at John blankly, "Forcibly took me away from the elevator, and added various threatening words along the way? If this is the sincerity of your cooperation, it is really impressive. Eye-opener."

"That's a special situation," John defended himself. "You can't explain why you're unscathed. After all, I'm sure I've seen your dead body with my own eyes."

The bell for the end of get out of class rang just after John's voice. Ivan saw the black-haired girl sitting in the first row stand up and walk out of the classroom.

"The next class on her schedule is still in this classroom." John said, "You wait here, and I will follow her."

"Health is running low!" Ann stressed the current situation with a loud voice in Ivan's mind, "I don't want to be buried with you, dear Ivan, please act!"

"I'll follow her." The red-haired youth stood up suddenly, and quickly left the classroom before John could react.

"Finch," John looked at the young man passing by the window, "Young people nowadays are really taken aback."

Finch's voice came out clearly from the earphones, "Mr. Reaser, are you going to admit that you are old and can't keep up with the thinking of young people?"

"Look at what you said," John said, "Finch, I'm pretty sure that when it comes to fighting, it must be that young people can't keep up with my thinking."

Emma was walking in the corridor, thirteen minutes and forty-two seconds before the start of the next class, she glanced at the watch on her wrist.After going to the professor's office to get the report, she still has about 42 minutes to preview the content of the next class.

"Emma Grossman?" A voice sounded behind Emma, ​​making Emma stop.

Unplanned accident, Emma frowned, the impatient expression disappeared the moment before she turned her head, and a sweet smile hung on her face.

"Hello? May I ask what's the matter?" Emma looked at the young man in front of her. She felt that this man looked inexplicably familiar.

Ivan looked at the girl in front of him, and deliberately made his tone and wording extremely vicious.

"I'm curious," the young man said, "when Milo—that poor boy died, what did you look like when you watched him slowly drown? Did you ever get that medal and couldn't help showing smile?"

The black-haired girl's smile froze on her face, she subconsciously clasped her palm viciously with her nails, used the pain to calm herself down, and tried her best to maintain her smile.

Emma took a step back and stared into Ivan's eyes: "I'm very sorry, I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"Her negative emotions are exploding!" Ann's voice trembled with excitement, "Ivan, skin-to-skin contact! Only skin-to-skin contact can I absorb her negative values!"

The young man reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist, and walked a little closer in the girl's direction.

"I know a lot about you," Ivan's low voice rang in Emma's ears, "for example, how did your father die, and your two poor nanny who died in accidents before, you Said what would happen if I said this?"

Emma raised her head, and the girl's face showed a somewhat ferocious expression, completely out of her usual elegant and perfect look, and she suddenly took a step in Ivan's direction.

Facing the girl's sudden approach, Ivan subconsciously leaned back repellently.

"You can try." Emma's voice sounded, and the tone of gnashing of teeth convinced Ivan that the other party wanted to crush himself to pieces.

"You can let her go." Probably satisfied with the absorption, An's voice carried a rare tenderness.

As soon as Ann finished speaking, Ivan let go of Emma's wrist, and took a step back: "I'm pretty sure you're not normal, Emma Grossman, you should see a psychiatrist."

After saying this, the red-haired young man turned his head and left without a moment's pause.

"My dear Ivan, you have already started provoking the target without a teacher. I think our future is full of hope." An expressed admiration for Ivan's behavior.

For Ann's admiration and recognition, Ivan expressed his gratitude to her in his own way.

"You're giving me a headache, I swear if you say one more word, I'll go to God with you."

John, who was sitting in the last row of the classroom, didn't wait for a few minutes before seeing the red-haired youth enter the classroom again.

Looking at Ivan's expressionless face, John said, "You came back so fast, where is Emma Grossman?"

"I just had a conflict with Emma Grossman," Ivan said with a look on his face, as if he was talking about something unsurprising, "I don't think it's suitable for me to stay here and watch her."

"What?" John couldn't imagine what happened in the five minutes Ivan went out just now.

"By the way," Ivan bent slightly, "I want to ask your 'mysterious friend' for a favor."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Mount Sinai Medical Center in New York is the time when there are many people. The underground parking lot on the first floor is in great contrast with the medical center.In the parking lot, apart from the cars full of cars, there were hardly any people to be seen.

When Steve stepped into the parking lot, it was dead silent, not a sound could be heard.

"Lancey Green!" Steve carefully looked at the parking lot, "The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. have surrounded this place. I advise you to catch him now. You should know that you can't escape."

There was no response to Steve's words, as if he was the only one in the entire parking lot.

"Captain," the black director's voice came out of the micro-communicator, "We have evacuated everyone upstairs. Lanxi Green did not go upstairs, and he is still in the parking lot."

"Watch the entrance and exit," Steve told Nick Fury in a low voice, "don't let him escape from other places."

After whispering to Fury, Steve raised his voice again: "Lancy! Look at your current situation, you have done so much for Hydra, at this time Hydra has plans to save you?"

"Recognize your current situation," Steve said, "come out now, and I guarantee that S.H.I.E.L.D. will treat you favorably."

"Heh," a middle-aged man's voice suddenly came out, "Captain, I can trust your character, but SHIELD? Sorry, I absolutely don't trust them."

Two people emerged from a corner of the parking lot. A middle-aged man was holding a red-haired youth hostage with a gun.

Steve frowned slightly, his eyes fell from the middle-aged man to the hostage's face, and then he met a pair of gloomy green eyes.

"Captain," Lanxie Green hid himself behind the hostage he was holding, "you don't want this ordinary citizen to suffer a little harm?"

Steve took his gaze away from those green eyes, and then said: "You can't run, you know this better than me, how many people from S.H.I.E.L.D. Fate, Fury won't let you go."

"Look," Lancy Green smiled strangely, "I'm not worried about Nick Fury at all, I'm only worried about you Avengers."

Now Ivan is extremely irritable. Not only does he have to endure the bastard behind him holding a gun to his head, but he also has to listen to Ann's cynicism in his mind.

"Look," Ann made a tsk-tsk sound, "Ivan, am I lucky enough to see your death again? It's a shame to be held hostage so easily."

Probably because she felt that she had ridiculed enough, An finally realized her conscience: "The blond man opposite you is afraid of hurting you, so he dare not do anything. The time we are wasting now is wasting our lives, Ivan, let me help you!" help you."

Steve and Lancy Green were in a stalemate, and neither of them noticed the red-haired young man who kept his mouth shut.

Therefore, after Lanxi Green was thrown directly over the shoulder, she still hadn't realized what happened.

"Garbage, listen to me." Lanxi Green's head was slammed on the ground again, "I hate it when someone points a gun at me."

Immediately afterwards, Lanxi Green completely lost consciousness.