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"Teacher Green! Assistant Green!" Binge squeezed hard into the crowd of joy.

"Hey bingo! We won! Win!" Stone held her back. "Here comes the bingo, our bingo!"

So Bing Ge also enjoyed the process of being lifted up and thrown high by everyone before he was able to escape.

She leaned in front of Bamboo: "Assistant Green! Can I interrupt you for a few minutes? I have something very important to talk to you about."

"Talking to the students is also the job of the TA," Bamboo replied. "I'm glad you're willing to talk to me. I'll say hello to the professor and we can leave."

"No, no, you don't need to be so troublesome, just a few minutes, and it won't even delay you watching them accept the award on stage!" Bin Ge said.

"Okay." Bamboo nodded.

Binge pulled Bamboo away from the main force, walked left and right, passed through one door after another, and there were fewer and fewer people until he reached the top floor of the Mech Pavilion.

"Teacher Green." Bin Ge stopped.

"Binge." Bamboo asked, "There is an 80% chance that the rooftop will be an important conversation place. What do you want to tell me?"

"Congratulations on your hard work and contribution to a wonderful game." Binge said.

Bamboo replied dryly: "Thank you. But Bingge, you have your share of the glory, you don't need to use this opening line."

"But it's about me! It's important!"

"Okay, you continue." Bamboo followed suit.

"About the fact that I didn't play this time." Bin Ge said, "I don't have awakening talent, right?"

"Yes. At present."

"So why are you lying to me?"

"I did not lie."

"No?"

"I just said odds," Bamboo explained.Chance means that something may or may not exist.

"But the result is obviously not in line with your odds. Assistant Professor Green, how much does the school give you as a salary?"

"I can't answer this question. According to the employment contract, the salary is confidential."

"Are the terms of the contract kept secret? All the agreements between the school and you are kept secret?"

"30.00% of the content needs to be kept secret."

"Is it the same for Professor Black?"

"Yes."

"30.00%, 30.00%, that's why you lied to me? You violated the spirit of competition!" Binge said, "I want to report you!"

"Wait, if I haven't missed all your sentences, is there any inevitable causal relationship between these two?" Bamboo asked, "30.00% of the confidential content belongs to the general regulations of the school contract, and it has been filed in the Ministry of Labor of the government. Approval, totally legal. I never lied to you. Didn't violate any spirit of sport. There is a 99.7% chance that your report will be accepted, but there is a 99.9% chance that the report will not pass. So why do you spend time and energy to Complete a task with such a low success rate that it can be ignored?"

Binge's heart was already in a mess, but after listening to Bamboo's words, he couldn't help being very irritable: "Shut up! Do you dare to say that you didn't let me play because of the school's order?"

Bamboo said, "Dare."

Binge stared at Bamboo fiercely: "Say it again?"

So Bamboo said again, "Dare."

"You think I'll believe that?"

"Then how can you believe it?" said Bamboo, "I can cooperate with you."

Binge snorted: "You are so confident, unless you hang upside down outside the guardrail with your hands and feet tied!"

If she was hoisted 50 meters above the ground and could not get the teaching assistant to tell the truth, she would have to wonder if she would be killed if she fell from the roof of the Mecha Pavilion.

She predicts that the teaching assistant has three possible reactions: one is timid and retreats, two is bluffing, and three is falsely agreeing to her and then looking for an opportunity to escape.

She has an extremely effective way of coping with this—grab the other person and force him to obey.

Although the assistant teacher is taller than her, but she is more agile, there must be no problem.

"Assistant Green, if you don't dare, just tell me the truth—"

"Where's the rope?" Bumble interrupted her.

"You won't pretend to agree first, lure me over, and then fight with me, right?" Binge's eyes were full of vigilance.

"Then how can you believe it?" Bamboo still said the same thing, "You put forward conditions, and I will try my best to cooperate."

"You really dare?" Bin Ge was puzzled.

"Where's the rope?" Bamboo looked around. "You didn't even have tools. That's unprofessional." He commented, removing his tie.

Tie the tie at the bottom of the railing first.

Ties are limited in length, and once tied in a knot, they don't last much longer.

Bamboo sat on the railing and looked at his ankle, obviously unable to wrap it around again.

He asked, "Is it okay to wrap your wrist?"

Binge was dumbfounded, she never thought that the other party would react like this.

In fact, she thought that it was the best possibility for her to grab the teaching assistant's neck and press him against the railing for interrogation.

She was stunned by the next scene—the teaching assistant climbed over the railing!

50 meters! 50 meters!Without any protection!

Binge rushed forward: "Assistant Green, what are you doing?"

Bamboo interpreted Binge's silence as tacit consent, so he turned over naturally, grasping the railing with his left hand, using both hands and mouth, and tied a knot on his left wrist.

Then he spoke: "It's a compromise."

After speaking, he released his left hand.

50 meters below the feet is a concrete floor.

Between the whole person and the railing, it is all maintained by that thin tie.

"Based on the strength of the tie and the endurance of the human body, I have one minute. What do you want me to say?"

Binge stammered: "You, you were instructed by the school's board of directors to reach a secret agreement with Luodan in exchange for benefits, so you decided not to let me play this time in a close match. Is it true?"

"Fake." Bamboo said, "I have not received any instructions at all. As for the secret agreement..." He paused for a few seconds, and replied after collecting data, "There is no secret agreement either."

"You, are you sure? It's not because of outside interference and influence that I'm not allowed to play?"

"I'm sure."

"Where is Professor Black? Has he been instructed?"

"Not at all," Bamboo asked. "Can I go up there?"

"Okay." Binge hurriedly leaned on the railing, reaching out to pull Banbu.

The railing was so high that she had to stick out most of her body.

"—God! What are you doing!" Suddenly came a cry from behind Binge.

Bingo's boyfriend Tommy!

He saw that Binge hadn't come back for a long time with the teaching assistant, so he looked around.

Binge came over to "threat" Bamboo behind her boyfriend's back. Hearing Tommy's questioning, he couldn't help being startled, slipping his hands and feet.

A whirlwind.

Binge hung on Bamboo's right hand.

"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed.

Tommy was scared out of his wits, and hurried to the rescue: "Binge hold on! Assistant Professor Green hold on!"

"We can persist," Bamboo said, "but the tie can't last that long. Now the state of balance can be maintained for 30 seconds. If the balance is broken and sudden force is applied, it will take two and a half seconds."

"Huh?" Tommy asked anxiously.

"Why the sudden force?" Binge asked.

"Because you need to go up," Bamboo said, "Get ready for landing, count down, five, four, three, two, one."

He picked up the guest song and threw it into the roof.

Because of the sudden pull, the tie snapped.

Tommy was dumbfounded watching this scene.

He didn't bother to help his girlfriend, so he threw himself on the railing, watching Bamboo fall down: "Assistant!"

Binge was also stunned. She didn't care about anything else, and even crawled back to the railing: "Teacher!"

At an altitude of 50 meters, the free fall time is about three seconds.

Bamboo looked around, but there was no one there.

So he yelled out one word: "Milan!"

A black-gold light flashed past, leaving afterimages on the retina.

The roof is wide open.

Bamboo sat in the passenger seat and buckled his seat belt slowly.

The black-gold flying car hovered in the air and rose slowly, reaching the same height as the railing.

Milan waved to the dumbfounded Binge and Tommy: "Aren't you hurt?"

"This..." Binge's legs softened and he slid slowly to the ground.

She finally felt scared.

"...So, you decided to confront Bamboo because you heard the gossip and became suspicious?" Milan thought after listening to Binge's narration, "Spreading unfounded news sounds like a trap. "

"trap?"

"Yes, don't you think the timing of his conversation with you is too coincidental? Tommy is not there, Tommy is entangled, and someone who knows the gossip is sitting next to you, and he doesn't even know you yet." Milan said, "At that time, you were both excited about the game and disappointed because you couldn't play. It was a time when your mood was unstable, so you were easily influenced by others, right? Think about it, if someone usually said that about Professor Black, would you What was your first reaction?"

"Calling back... The professor has always been very kind to us. He worked very hard, worked overtime, made nutritional supplements, and tried every means to make us win... If the league was a trap, the professor didn't have to fight so hard in the first place." Binge Admitting that his blood was surging at the time, he was really dizzy, "I'm sorry, Assistant Professor Green, I shouldn't doubt you and the professor."

Bamboo replied quickly, "It's okay."

Binge thought about the thrill just now, and was afraid again: "Fortunately, you are fine. Milan arrived in time."

"And that flying car, it's cool," Tommy put in.

"That speed is really cool! You must have been a race car driver!"

Milan waved his hands with a smile, thought for a while, and brought the topic back: "This is something that cannot be verified. It is impossible for you to find the source and question it face-to-face. It's just that the purpose of the other party is not clear now... Bamboo, can you check it out?" Is it?"

Bamboo replied, "Yes."

After three seconds, he said, "The person talking to you is not an official student in the twelfth school. At the same time, I have another message—Milan, do I need to report this matter?"

Bamboo asked strangely.

Only Milan understands what this sentence means.

He rubbed Banbu's head: "The teaching assistant finds an abnormality and reports it to the school in time, which is what should be done within the scope of his duties."

"Okay." Bamboo nodded.

Bin Ge felt strange: "Abnormal? What is abnormal?"

"Including you, 180 outstanding students were influenced by similar gossip, and 92 of them became disgusted and resistant to this league and even the school. This is not accidental, but a premeditated incident." Bamboo said, "Bingo, will you testify?"

"Premeditated? Incident? I am willing!"