My Past Life Exposure Shocked the Whole Internet Chapter 47

Chapter 47 It's also a skill to mess with two people at once [1 update]

She smiled again and said lightly: "Or two together?"

The classroom was still quiet, and the students did not react, including several of Sheng Song's younger brothers.

It wasn't until Sheng Song made another hum that the two boys next to him hurriedly lifted the table as if they were waking up from a dream.

Shengsong was able to breathe, gasping for air.

He pushed the boy away and looked at Ye Tuanlan with sinister eyes: "New classmate, what do you mean? You gave me a slap on the wrist on the third day after coming to school? Why did I provoke you?"

"That's right!" the man said angrily, "Brother Song, we haven't seen you in the past three days, what are you doing?"

"Who lets you touch my things? Which hand? Or -" Ye Banlan lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "Feet?"

Sheng Song looked confused.

“Class is now in session, please leave if you have no relevant personnel.” The head teacher of Class 2 glanced at Ye Banlan coldly.

Bureau 723 moved very quickly and found out that the person from Class 1, Grade 2, who entered Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School last night was Sheng Song.

"I have a sister." Ye Banlan said, "She always tells me, sister, eat sweets. Sweet ones will make you feel good. I will share all my sweets with you."

"ah-!"

With a cold shout, the head teacher of Class 2 knocked on the door heavily with a stern expression.

Sheng Song's body was shaking. He felt as if countless needles were pricking his hands at the same time, causing severe pain in all the nerves in his hands.

Su Xueqing was stunned for a moment, a little envious: "You sisters have a really good relationship, so if she knew you were being bullied, she would definitely be angry."

Ye Bianlan fell silent instead. After a while, she smiled: "I don't know if we can see her again, but she will live a good life, and that's enough."

Su Xueqing was very sensible and did not ask further questions.

“What are you doing?!”

On the other side, the psychological consultation room.

Sheng Song was so frightened that he subconsciously jumped back a few steps.

"Are you okay?" Su Xueqing quietly handed her a piece of jelly candy, "Eat some candy and you'll feel better."

Ye Banlan looked at the piece of candy placed in her palm and smiled lightly: "Thank you, I haven't eaten candy in a long time."

He had heard a few days ago that a new transfer student had arrived. She had dropped out of No. 1 Middle School three years ago. Now No. 1 Middle School no longer wanted her, so she came to No. 7 Middle School.

“Teacher, someone comes to our class to provoke!”

“Brother Song!”

Ye Turnan already knows that he did the thing?

He kicked the boy next to him: "Why are you turning the air conditioner so low? I'm so cold!"

Sugar is not expensive, even she can afford it.

Class 2 is right opposite Class 1, so they naturally heard the movements of Class 2.

In the end what happened?

Ye Tuanlan was still calm, and she took out the history textbook that the study committee member helped her get again.

She gently squeezed his left hand again.

"The school you are looking for is really biased. It doesn't even turn on the surveillance camera at night, and the principal is so stingy." The person on the other end of the phone complained. "Fortunately, there was a surveillance camera on the street that captured the video, and the clarity was restored. 720p HD, already sent to your mobile phone.”

“It's not this one either.” Ye Banlan's voice was light, “It seems like it only has legs.”

This class of Class 1 is a history class, and many students were worried about Ye Bianlan as they took their seats.

Every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite, and so does she.

At this moment, Sheng Song felt as if he had fallen into the freezing cold.

To outsiders, the girl's movements were gentle and without any force.

The boy didn't know why: "Song, Song, brother, it's only 20 degrees...I'll adjust it right now!"

Rong Yu nodded and couldn't help but sigh: "This classmate really doesn't learn well. How could he do such a thing?"

Ye Banlan smiled at Sheng Song calmly, turned and left.

Ke Shengsong only felt inhuman pain. He was frightened and angry: "Ye Tuan Lan, what did you do?!"

Fortunately, he was not sent to their class by the principal, otherwise he would not be able to teach in future classes.

“I just kicked down Sheng Song's table.”

How do you know?

But before Sheng Song had time to think about it, his right wrist was grabbed!

The girl only used her thumb and index finger to easily circle around his bones and joints, and she didn't know where she touched the acupuncture point.

“How long?” Su Xueqing was confused.

“Brother Song, what's wrong with you?”

"What's going on? Is this person any harm to China?" The other party's tone was very nervous for a moment, "Did he have some secret weapon in his hands and prepare to blow up one of our cities?!"

“It seems like it's not this one.” Ye Banlan nodded, “Then it's this one.”

The pain hit instantly, and Sheng Song screamed in pain.

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What secret weapon can a little gangster use?

Seeing that he didn't respond, the other end of the phone became even more nervous: "Is it more dangerous? We'll send someone over right now!"

Otherwise, how could they receive the order from their superiors to investigate such a small person?

No— But anyone who is investigated by Bureau 723, no matter how small a person, is in great danger!

"No, no, no." Rong Yu called out in time, "He is not dangerous, but he is indeed quite harmful. It is a small problem and you are not needed. You must not come."

Just kidding, if the 723th innings were dispatched, let alone Jiangcheng everyone was in danger, even Yun Jing would be shocked.

Bureau 723, a protective organizational force established in the early twentieth century.

The reason why we use these three numbers to name it is to keep members alert to one thing -

Three hundred years ago, China suffered a devastating disaster in 1723 and was almost destroyed.

It was the ancestors who used the blood of their corpses to preserve the mainland of China.

Rong Yu only knew that Bureau 723 was closely related to Yan Tingfeng, but he did not know the specific position of his good brother in Bureau 723.

After all, Bureau 723 was established around the same time as his birth date. At that time, he was still a finger-gnawing baby.

"How are you going to solve it?" Rong Yu turned his head, "The Sheng family probably has something to do with that Sheng Hexi. Hey, I forgot his name. I have such a bad memory."

Yan Tingfeng suddenly said: "Come back?"

Rong Yu turned his head and saw Binghe pushing a cart of flowers. He was surprised and said, "Oh, did you really pick 999 flowers?"

“Don't worry, young master, there will definitely be no missing flowers.” Iron Horse assured, “I have already counted them.”

The glacier is wilting.

"Okay, okay, put down the flowers." Rong Yu said, "The key now is how to deal with this bad student."

Binghe immediately cheered up: "Young Master, as long as you give the order, I will bring that kid over and kill him immediately!"

Tiema nodded solemnly. He said nothing, but the words "Me too" were written all over his face.

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　　It is really hopeless to kill people at every turn.

He is giving up his job!

Yan Tingfeng tapped his fingers on the table and smiled slightly: "It's not urgent, there is another urgent matter now."

“But according to the young master's command!” Binghe and Tiema were all ready.

“get out of class will be over in a while, pick out the best and give it to Miss Ye.” Yan Tingfeng smiled softly, “Let her be happy, do you understand?”

Honghe: "Huh?"

Is this an emergency?

He compared the emergency orders Yan Tingfeng had issued before, and for the first time he began to have new doubts about the word "urgent".

But after the get out of class bell rang, Binghe and Tiema appeared in front of Ye Wanlan on time and handed her a bouquet of flowers.

“Miss Ye, this is a gift for you from sir.”

"Very fresh rose flowers." Ye Banlan sniffed it and nodded, "I'm interested."

Glacier: “…”

Can it not be fresh?

He has just finished picking it.

Ye Tuanlan collected the flowers and raised his eyebrows: "You are always elusive. Are you a secret guard or a dead soldier?"

The bodies of Binghe and Tiema both tensed up instantly, their muscles bulging, as if they were going to kill each other at any moment.

"Why are you nervous?" Ye Banlan smiled, "I just said that casually. It's the same in TV dramas, isn't it?"

Glacier: “…”

Iron horse: “…”

Both of them felt that they had been fooled.

But think about it, although Ye Banglan has returned to the Lin family, he still has no contact with the Lin family in Yunjing, so how can he know the secrets of the family?

Although the six major sects were destroyed three hundred years ago, Chinese martial arts was also lost.

However, there are still a few people who guard the remaining inheritance and continue to carry forward the burden.

Ye Banlan looked at the bunch of rose flowers in her hand with a calm expression, thinking of the four dead men that King Yan once gave her.

I have been with her through life and death, but I don't know what happened to them after she left.

As a dead soldier, even if he died, he would not be able to leave his name in the history books, and he would not even have his own grave.

The dead man is destined to sleep forever in a dark night where no one cares about him.

And their merits and demerits are destined to be unknown.

"If there is anything else Miss Ye has to say, you can tell us." Binghe added, "We will tell it to Mr. Ye, who is very interested in Miss Ye."

This time, he must have said the right thing, right?

Ye Banlan smiled slightly: "No, thank him for me."

“Then I won't disturb Miss Ye.” Binghe breathed a sigh of relief.

He pulled the iron horse, and the two finally walked up the stairs this time, but they were a little uncomfortable.

Ye Wan Lan quietly looked at the scenery on the terrace for a while, and then returned to the classroom with the flowers.

“Who is turning the tide at night?” Before the fourth period, the moral education director stood at the door of Class 1, Grade 2.

The students were a little confused.

“Don't let me single you out personally, take the initiative yourself!” the moral education director said in a stern tone.

Going to make trouble in another class when you first came here, and you want to be expelled?

Good morning~~

　　　Ah, ah, babies, keep checking in and reading. Wow, Sister Lan is still PKing!

(End of this chapter)

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