When Chaoying meets Little Siren

"Then I have reason to believe that... Miss has fully grasped the content of this...."

"Val!" Ashina, who was sitting next to her, poked the arm of the girl who was still snoring, "Vair!"

The center of attention of the whole classroom trembled suddenly, and raised her head stupidly, the flaxen long curly hair in the shawl slipped from her shoulders like a small waterfall; her facial features are extremely beautiful, her skin is fair, her lips are exquisite, and her nose bridge Straight, with a bit of oriental round and soft bone appearance, deep eye sockets, and slightly drooping corners of the eyes, revealing a sense of innocence and sincerity for no reason.

It is a non-aggressive look that seems too soft among Westerners.

Anyone who saw her would not have the heart to criticize her more.

However, this "who" obviously does not include the current Professor Leoff.

"Sorry, Professor." She was pulled out of her sleep, without panic, and looked over softly, with a little blank eyes: "Do you want to eat some chocolate lava cake? It was just baked last night."

Leof Edwin is a professor at Stanford University who teaches the history of Latin American literature. He is a tall, thin, middle-aged man who has extremely strict requirements on students. Even the elective courses he teaches have the same amount of homework as required courses in other majors. The legendary existence of the rate was repeatedly told by the principal but still obsessed with it. As a result, basically no one dared to take his class except for students in this major and those who are extremely obsessed with Latin American literature.

"You really forgot how low the passing rate of Professor Leoff's class is, right?" Ashina looked lovingly at Wei Er who was still a little bit unrelieved, as if she had seen her appearing in this class next year In the future, maybe more, God bless Professor Leoff will not make it difficult for her to graduate, or what she needs to pray more is that this girl will no longer be so ignorant of emotions.

Professor Leoff laughed angrily: "I believe that since Ms. Verdout has time to study chocolate lava cakes, she will also have time to discuss with me your attendance sheet that is riddled with holes, right?"

"Ang?" The little girl who seemed to have no mental growth in the past few years blinked her eyes, finally regained her senses, and replied rather dullly: "...Of course?"

Someone in the back row laughed out loud, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

"Quiet!" Professor Leof scolded angrily. "get out of class is over now! Miss Verdout, we need to talk alone."

"Val!" Ashina straightened her crumpled collar resentfully, and the girl raised her head slightly obediently, obediently being scolded: "I said that there is a history of Latin American literature today, why do you How dare you not come back all night and run outside to learn how to make chocolate!"

"It's chocolate lava cake." Naville added aggrievedly, and was stared at by his friend with the eyes of "you dare to talk back and I don't care if it's chocolate lava cake or brain lava cake", and said in a low voice without giving up : "...It's delicious, and it's still warm when it's just made."

After Professor Leove, Ashina was also directly annoyed.

She rubbed Weier's face hard, and her hands felt warm and delicate. It was the skin she wanted to rub (and envied) after countless times: "Don't talk back, if you fail this class, I don't want to accompany you Take another semester or a few more. Gosh my sweetheart, you can grow up."

She smiled helplessly, and the boys in the back row looked straight at her.

Ashina is the standard blonde and blue-eyed beauty, with a hot figure and personality. She has boyfriend after boyfriend, skipping classes even more than Will, and her grades are always on the verge of failing. Never really failed a course, and finally after being tired of being played by the heir of a big family and breaking up, he vowed not to have a boyfriend before graduation, and began to study hard.

"Val—Miss Dout!" Professor Leoff raised his voice: "Do I need to spread the red carpet for you?"

Weier was alerted by the call, and finally began to have a sense of crisis, saying: "Then I'll go first!"

Ashina pushed her: "Go and admit your mistake, let alone chocolate cake, he must be mad."

"It's Chocolate Lava Cake!"

"Whatever!" Ashina laughed angrily.After thinking about it, I asked, "Where did you put it!"

Before the words were finished, the girl had already disappeared without a trace.

Still a kid really.Ashina smiled and shook her head, feeling more like a nanny, or sister, than her friends.Apart from the appearance that always wants others to take care of her, her movements are also in a daze, as if she was born to be taken care of, even her nephew is not so innocent.This kind of complete ignorance and insensitivity to sophistication would probably be irritating to others, but this girl is too well-behaved and too sweet, and it is really annoying.

Ashina returned to the dormitory. Stanford University’s dormitory is a two-person room. Except for the living room in the public space, the bedrooms for the two are separated, giving each student a certain degree of privacy.

She remembered that when a certain girl came to this dormitory for the first time, she saw the obvious disappointment in her eyes when she saw that there was no kitchen.

Her original roommate was not Will, but a girl named Fanny, who spent many years in the library. Her original routine was to catch up on sleep during the day and go out to play at night. Fanny and her schedule were completely different, and there were very few interactions. After the other party moved out due to what seemed to be physical reasons, she found that she had no impression of Fanny.But she is quite lucky.It's not that she hates Fanny, it's just that if Fanny hadn't moved away, she wouldn't have met Val either.

The thought just flashed by.

Ashina put things on the coffee table in the living room, turned on the lights after drawing the curtains, and turned on the laptop. There was a small, bright red 1 dancing on the mail icon in the lower right corner.

Ashina clicked on the email, the sender's signature was 27743, and there was only one name in the content: Atwood Offee.

It is the information of "Starscream".

This code means that Two-Face is already trying to reach the Joker.The bribed man was Prison Officer Atwood Offee.And this prison guard is a man in a black mask, one of the top managers of the casino under his name.

Then the next task is to reveal this information to Black Mask, they try to fan the flames again, and then, boom——.

The more chaotic the leaders of Gotham, the more they can take the opportunity to infiltrate Gotham.

This is the function and obligation of their intelligence organization - mutual benefit.

Ashina smiled and replied with another string of codes, the email was sent, and after sending, the computer automatically cleared all traces.

Anyone would be amazed at how calm a 20-year-old girl can be.

But she's a Gotham person.

Well, as if everything that has anything to do with this stuff can be explained by "I'm a Gotham guy".But, how should I put it, it is true.This place name is enough to explain almost everything.

She was born in Gotham, and it's a quagmire, and as long as you're ankle-wrapped, you'll never get out of it.One of her parents is a "scavenger" and the other is a low-level thug. She was extremely smart since she was a child, and she did little things under her influence until her parents died in a fight, and she was almost implicated. in.

Fortunately, she finally escaped in time and fled to San Francisco with her mother's fake |certificate|documents.

She swore she would never touch anything Gotham again, but picked up her old business anyway, why?She doesn't like classical literature, she just uses classical literature as a cover, she wants to enjoy some normal campus life, something different from that city, she doesn't need to get tired of being in a city where the air seems to be rotting, San Francisco is warm in spring, capital The sound of circulation is in any case more pleasant than the sound of gunfire.She wanted to be able to live a normal life, worrying about grade points, dating, partying, instead of walking down the street worrying about a bullet flying somewhere.

But getting into school requires money.

American schools need a lot of money.

Although she can apply for a study loan like everyone else, her identity certificate cannot withstand strict scrutiny. If something goes wrong, she cannot bear the consequences.

That's the last touch, and it's quite enough.Ashina thought, her mind relaxed instantly, the sofa was too soft, she fell asleep on the sofa.

It was already late when Val came back, and she seemed to have been trained unclearly, and the whole person was stunned. When she returned to the dormitory and turned on the light, Ashina frowned for a moment and let out a huff.

Weier turned off the incandescent lamp, turned on the warm yellow night light, walked over lightly, pushed her, and whispered, "Wake up, I'm going to catch a cold. Go to bed and sleep."

Ashina subconsciously hugged her into her arms. The child's skeleton was also small. Ashina once estimated that she was either underage or Asian.Otherwise, there is no other reason to explain her skeleton like this, muttering: "Dirty."

Wei Er was forced to hold her in her arms, remembering her almost harsh hygiene concept, and added in a low voice: "Then don't hug me, go take a shower, and take off your makeup. Otherwise, your face will feel uncomfortable."

"Did I hear it wrong? I seem to have been rejected." Ashina smiled half-dreamly, and Val pushed her again, "Go to bed and sleep."

Almost half-pushed and half-thrown into the bathroom, Ashina threw her underwear on the ground and turned on the shower.The warm mist began to brew her drowsiness again.She could buy a bathtub sometime if she wanted to, maybe she could fall asleep in it.

The bathroom door was opened.

"You forgot to take the towel..." The girl poked her head out.

Ashina didn't have time to thank her when she suddenly realized something.

Her skin is very fair, so even if it is covered by water mist, a tattoo on her lower back is particularly conspicuous.

—A scarlet spider the size of a fist was tattooed on that piece of skin.

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The author has something to say:

Hmm... I personally suggest that girls who only like cookies stop at this chapter.In fact, a more accurate statement should be to stop at the last chapter, but at that time I forgot the warning qaq

I haven't studied abroad, so I don't know what the school is like in the United States. If there are bugs, please report them xd