"Senior brother, are you asleep?" Lu Mingfei looked at the ceiling and asked in a low voice.

"Not yet, I'm just thinking about something." The person next to the pillow was also looking at the ceiling, with the quilt covering his shoulders and his hands firmly placed under the quilt.

"Miss Junior Sister? Don't think about it, she's right next to you." Lu Mingfei whispered.

"No...it's just my first time sleeping with someone else, so I'm not used to it. I'll be fine when I feel sleepy later. It'll be fine."

"Hey," Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked at the handsome face and neat eyelashes on the pillow, "Senior brother, do you know about the Navigation Club of Shilan Middle School?"

Shilan Middle School once established a special club, the Navigation Club, which was almost full of soft girls.

They have a common identity, that is, they are Chu Zihang's crush.

Chu Zihang glanced at him and said silently: "Do you remember what I said before? What they like is the perfect Chu Zihang in their eyes, but that is not the real me. I am far from what they imagined.

So good, they don’t know what I really am like.”

"Then, if someone who really understands you appears, will you like her?" Junior Brother asked in a low voice.

Chu Zihang frowned slightly.

He doesn't understand why his junior brother is so concerned about his love life recently?

Shouldn't he now be worried about whether he will report his matter to the school?

"Brother, during our military training in high school, the soundproofing of the walls was very poor. A bunch of people were eavesdropping on the corner of the girls' dormitory. The topic was 'What would I do if I married Chu Zihang?'"

"Some hard-liners say they want to push you away, the literary ones say they want you to tell bedtime stories every night, and the good wife and mother-type people say they want to rely on their cooking skills to make you fat and big-eared. As the saying goes, keep a man.

A man's heart is retained by his stomach, while the career-oriented ones despise what kind of food a young mistress of the Chu family can do? Definitely defeat her mother-in-law first, take over the power of housekeeping, and secure her position as the top leader of the Chu family's inner court! But in the end

The one who won was the warm-hearted one. A girl with a thin voice said, "If I fell in love with him, I wouldn't want anything else. I just want to watch him while he sleeps and count his eyelashes one by one." Tsk tsk.

, it’s really enviable to hear!”

Chu Zihang's eyes twitched, not because he was shocked by the sensational words, but because the junior brother not only deliberately imitated the girl's voice, but also winked at him tenderly.

He turned over because he really didn't want to see his junior brother's mean face.

"Don't be envious. The girls who said that back then have all found boyfriends, but you and I, who are listening in the corner, sleep in the same bed."

Chu Zihang turned his back to his junior brother and counterattacked in a low voice.

really.

There was no sound from behind for a while.

The counterattack was successful.

Chu Zihang silently thought to himself that it seemed that he still had talent in this area.

He was originally a person who was not good at words, but in the short period of time he spent with his junior brother, he made rapid progress in his rhetorical attainments, and was able to turn his back on others and easily suppress his junior brother.

"Senior brother, will you tell the truth?"

After a long time, Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice from behind.

These words made Chu Zihang's heart move slightly. It seemed that his junior brother still cared.

He was silent for a moment and took out the script he had prepared: "If you save my life, I will pay you back. Next, I will be responsible for watching you. If... I will become your first enemy."

When he said "if", he paused and did not continue, but it was self-evident what he was referring to.

But this time, his junior brother unexpectedly didn't respond to him.

Just as he turned his head in confusion, a faint snore came from behind.

Junior brother fell asleep again...

Chu Zihang sighed and lay down again.

He suddenly found that this direction was facing the little junior sister he just met today.

On another bed not far away, Xia Mi was fast asleep quietly. The curtains were not closed, and the moonlight shone on her soft forehead. The quilt was wrapped up to the back of her head, revealing only a delicate little face.

Son, the long eyelashes left two shadows on the face.

In Chu Zihang's life, he had never observed a sleeping girl so closely.

His heart moved, and the girl's eyelashes were clearly counted one by one, as if counting time.

He suddenly understood why the girl his junior brother mentioned wanted to count his eyelashes when he fell asleep.

Because in front of the person you are most familiar with and closest to, what you think about may not be to touch his face, or ask him to tell a story to make a fuss. What you think about is just to look at his sleeping face and feel the time silently.

the passage of.

That's right...

There was an aura about Xia Mi that he was very familiar with.

That is not a girl's familiarity, but a memory imprinted deep in the sense of smell.

Like the scent of gardenias that marked spring as a child.

Just like Jia Baoyu’s classic declaration when he first met Lin Daiyu——

"I have seen this sister before!"

Chu Zihang's pupils suddenly dilated, as if he was enlightened, and his whole body tensed up.

Countless yellowed memory fragments poured out overwhelmingly, completely overwhelming his mind.

This girl...

It seems like he has really seen it somewhere...

…

…

School headquarters, central control room.

There is an aluminum sealed box on the long table with an express delivery label from China. It has been delivered here by express train 1,000 times.

Professor Schneider turned on a dark purple flashlight and checked along the edge of the sealed box, then nodded:

"The seal is not broken, the box has not been opened on the road, and the contents inside are safe."

"This thing doesn't need to be sent to the school, just send it directly to the school board." Manstein frowned and said, "Then we still have to wait for the school board to send someone to pick it up."

"I specifically asked them to send it to us first," Schneider said. "It's safer to open it and take a look."

He just did it and cut the lock off with a "click" sound.

"Hey!" It was too late for Manstein to stop him.

Inside the sealed box was a paper bag dampened by rain. Inside were several overstuffed kraft paper document bags. Each bag contained A4 paper copied with fine pen.

"It seems that in the past few years, there have been quite a few cases that have been classified as 'supernatural' by the Chinese police."

Schneider carefully took out the document, put it under an infrared lamp, and dried it while looking through it.

"How many of these cases are related to the Dragon Clan?" Manstein asked.

"Ninety-nine percent of it doesn't matter. Some are mental patients committing crimes, some are ball lightning causing houses to burn on their own, and some are simply UFO witness reports. The focus is on the remaining 1%," Schneider said.

"How to identify them specifically?" Guderian asked.

"We don't screen. The school board is responsible for screening. Didn't you notice? There is only an execution department in this college and not an intelligence department. In the war with the Dragon Clan, intelligence is far more important than execution. Only by finding them can we solve them. So.

The school board is in charge of intelligence, including our killing of the 'Lord of Bronze and Fire' in the Three Gorges Reservoir, which were all orders from the school board. Without the school board, we would not have sent the Monyach to the Yangtze River.

Go up." Schneider shrugged.

"I heard that the school board has a lot of people in various places. They collect information through various channels, which is equivalent to an intelligence network. Some of them also control several multinational organizations, so basically everywhere humans can go

, the college can get support." Manstein said.

"This is the accumulation of the secret party for thousands of years. The Presbyterian Church is not just a few wise old men. They have power and money." Schneider said.

"This is an 'SS'-level document. Do you have the right to inspect it?" Manstein suddenly asked.

"No right, but I think you won't go out and say it, right?" Schneider shrugged.

"Why didn't I tell the truth? Don't forget that I am the chairman of the Discipline Committee. My responsibility is to uphold the school rules. I am directly responsible to the principal and the school board!"

Manstein's eyes widened, his bald head shining with anger,

"Don't make me sound like I'm on your side, you didn't even tell us why you did it!"

"Do you know about the Nibelungen Plan?" Schneider asked.

"The Nibelung Plan?" Manstein had heard of this mythical "Land of the Dead", but he didn't know why Schneider would mention it at this time.

Schneider handed the envelope he had prepared to Manstein, "Read it for yourself. You will know after reading it."

Manstein opened the envelope for no apparent reason, and inside were student resumes one after another, each of which was stamped with a special red paint seal.

As the resumes were turned over one by one, Manstein's face became increasingly weird, and finally he stopped.

Stop at the resume of "Chen Motong".

"Why are you turning the page so fast? I saw Youlu Mingfei..." Guderian also craned his neck to look aside.
To be continued...