Inside the most luxurious hotel in Jingcheng.
In the suite on the top floor.
From here, you can overlook the entire famous ancient city on the Yangtze River and experience the fusion of ancient charm and modern city features.
But the people in the room had no intention of enjoying the view.
You can imagine how messy the room where the three men were.
Beer cans were thrown everywhere, pizza sets from Pizza Hut were placed on the table, and spicy crayfish bought at the night market were mostly eaten, with shrimp shells everywhere.
The only clean area is the desk where the computer is placed. Joe Hisaishi's "merry-go-round" is playing on the computer. The rotating rhythm of eighty-six beats makes people unable to help but tap their toes to the rhythm.
"Success! He picked up the girl."
Suddenly, a cheer echoed in the quiet room.
A middle-aged white man raised his arms and cheered. He looked a bit slovenly in loose clothes, and wore glasses. He looked like an old scholar like a university professor, and his eyes were still glued to the screen.
What's surprising is that.
The other party actually spoke standard Mandarin, with a hint of capital colloquialism.
It's more standard than what many veterans say.
Another young man in the room, who looked more normal, immediately looked in the direction of the old man.
"Professor Guderian, I have to remind you, please restrain your emotions." Ye Sheng, a local, said helplessly.
Feeling helpless about this mission.
It was his last semester as a graduate at Kassel College, and he ended up receiving a nice loose assignment.
It's just that the instructor who leads them doesn't seem very reliable, and the instructor's students are even more unreliable. Maybe it's because they are better than others.
"What happened? It was successful. What was successful?" As for the third person, he was lying on the sofa, pulling up the brim of his hat, and taking a nap with his feet on the coffee table. From under the hood, he could see that he was also a foreigner, tall and Germanic. Bloodline.
Disturbed by the cheers, he woke up with a start and almost fell to the ground.
"Is there a dragon king coming?" The Germanic young man hurriedly picked up the overturned beer can and looked up blankly and asked.
"Senior Fingel, I'm really sorry. There is no such world-destroying disaster yet." Ye Sheng looked at him and said calmly, with a hint of a cold joke.
Fingel has instant noodle hair and looks as decadent as the professor.
That's right, if he could tidy up his messy hair and hang up the beard on his chin (damn, he's only 26 years old! Are all foreigners aging so prematurely?)
Finally, change your clothes. Don't wear sloppy pants and a dark green floral shirt. You will definitely be a handsome guy.
But Ye Sheng, who knew Senior Fingal, knew.
This senior who has been repeating a grade for six full years, setting a record for repeating a grade in Kassel College, and whose pedigree evaluation has dropped from grade A to grade F - Fingel von Flins.
He is a character who cannot be trusted at all and is a complete loser.
It's like he was dragging his feet this time. If the principal hadn't sent a relatively normal specialist, Ye Sheng would have been blinded in this mission.
"Forget it, at least this mission is relatively simple and does not require fighting. Let the senior earn credits." Ye Sheng comforted himself.
Fingel still didn't know that his image had been completely lost in front of his juniors.
He casually wiped his confused eyes with his oily hands. As a result, he was stung by the chili oil and burst into tears. He yelled water, water, water, and rushed into the bathroom.
After a while.
Fingel covered his eyes with a towel and groped his way out of the bathroom.
"Why is the food here so hot? Just like the girls here, I have a bad temper. I think if I stay here any longer, my stomach will completely collapse."
Ye Sheng raised his head, looked away from the computer screen, and sighed, "Brother Fingel, if you didn't eat so many crayfish, you wouldn't be so spicy, and I want to remind you, even if you eat it, your stomach Twenty pounds of abnormally spicy crayfish will not collapse even if you drink ten bottles of cold beer.”
"Thank you for the compliment." Fingel took away the towel. His eyes were red but he looked energetic, and he had a pair of beautiful light blue eyes.
"How could I praise you?" Ye Sheng couldn't help but want to complain.
At this time, Professor Guderian raised his head and noticed the dirty apartment. "No, we can't just let that child in."
Then Professor Guderian ordered, "Ye Sheng, go and get another room."
"OK OK." Ye Sheng has long wanted to get rid of the environment here, the smell is too strong.
"Call Aki together." Professor Guderian ordered loudly.
"Got it."
"Bang!"
With the sound of the door closing.
Fingel then walked up to the professor and looked curiously at the screen, which showed a flat map with a red dot flashing on the street.
"Professor, what is the mission this time?" Fingel said with a playful smile to his teacher.
But Professor Guderian stared at him without saying a word.
"." Fingel retracted his head again. What's the matter? The teacher finally felt that this good-for-nothing student was a burden, so he interrupted and kicked him away?
"Your beard."
"Beard?"
Fingel was stunned. Seeing Professor Guderian's unusually serious expression, he waved his arms and said excitedly, "That's right, hang up your beard now, so as not to scare the child."
"." Even with Fingel's out-of-the-box character, he was somewhat unable to keep up with Professor Guderian's ideas.
"I think it's not bad." Fingel said depressedly as he touched his beard, which would grow back if he didn't shave for two days.
Professor Guderian said with a straight face, "Fingel!"
"OK OK, I understand, teacher." Fingel smiled playfully. Of course he knew what his teacher was going to say.
"This is my hope of becoming a full professor, Fingel, I swear, if I fail to become a professor, you will never graduate either!"
Fingel heard Guderian's threat before he slipped back into the bathroom.
"Then don't graduate, so that I can see you next year, my dear mentor!"
Saying loudly, Fingel slammed the bathroom door shut.
"Huh!" Professor Guderian breathed a sigh of relief. He clicked the mouse to bring up the information page and looked at the incomparably beautiful girl above.
"Task number: s11375"
「Xu Ya」
"Appeared in Jingcheng City Orphanage seven months ago, suspected to be of mixed race, with higher bloodline"
"Task requirements: Prioritize contact and persuade them to join the academy (it is recommended to start through formal channels)"
"Priority: s"
"Mission guidance professor: Guderian, executive specialists: Fingel von Flins, Sakai Aki, Ye Sheng, special assistance specialists: /"
"Mission Location: Jingcheng City"
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"Whether I can be promoted to professor depends on you, Xiaoya!" After the screen lit up, there was an expectant face of an old white man.
In the alley.
"Let me go quickly, I'm going to save Xiaoya! Let me go."
A thin, one-armed young man kept struggling under the hands of a man who looked like an iron tower. Unfortunately, the other man's hands were like iron pliers, locking the young man in place. Opposite him stood a handsome young man, tilting his head to look at the anxious boy.
"Xiaoya?"
Yang An rubbed his chin, if his guess was good.
Yang An stretched out his hand and just touched the boy's forehead.
"Legilimency"
The next moment, countless memories poured into Yang An's mind, quickly skipping some unimportant memories, such as life in the orphanage, school experience, etc.
Finally, stay in the three scenes.
The first paragraph: When the snowflakes were falling, the dean took a girl's hand and walked into the small courtyard. The heavy snow covered the girl's body, reflecting her hair into silver and shining under the light.
Second paragraph: On a thunderstorm night, the sudden thunder and lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the face of the girl sitting on a simple bench who looked back, with a pair of dark golden eyes shining.
Paragraph 3: The girl got into the Audi car and looked out through the window, looking up at the lush sycamore trees. A gentle middle-aged man stood next to the car and helped her close the door.
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"It's Novna." Yang An spoke softly and removed his fingertips from the forehead of the one-armed boy in front of him.
"What did you do to me?" Tong Ping could feel his memory being forcibly invaded and flipped through. The feeling of powerlessness reminded him of the feeling when he watched the girl being taken away. His eyes suddenly turned red and he stared intently. Looking at the young man in front of him.
"Shut up, anyone who disrespects my king should be destroyed."
Before the thoughtful Yang An could speak, the dragon servant tightened the strength of his hands, which were already like iron pliers, and squeezed the young man's shoulders until they made a cracking sound.
Tong Ping almost burst into tears due to the severe pain, and wanted to break away from the opponent. Unfortunately, his strength was too meager compared to the strong man like an iron tower.
"That's enough, Samson, let go of him." Fortunately, at this moment, Yang An, who heard the young man's cry of pain, reacted in time and ordered with a frown.
"Yes, my king."
The iron-like hands were released, and Tong Ping immediately fell to his knees on the ground, clenched his only fists, and looked up at the other party angrily.
But the next moment, the words of the young man who stretched out his hand made Tong Ping's expression completely dull.
"Who are you, Tong Ping? Let me introduce myself. My name is Yang An. I'm Novna's brother. Oh, I should say, I'm Xiaoya's brother. I'm here to take her home."
"Xiaoya's brother?"
Tong Ping stared blankly at the tall, handsome young man in front of him, matching his face with the appearance of the girl in his mind. They were indeed very similar, especially the indifferent temperament and sense of distance.< br>
But then, Tong Ping felt a tremor all over his body.
He grabbed the other person's outstretched hand and shouted regardless of the pain in his shoulder.
"Xiaoya, Xiaoya was taken away by the man named Lin, go find her quickly!"
The Audi car drove out of the old city and headed towards the newly built high-tech zone.
The driver was Mr. Lin, and behind him sat a silent girl.
The man seemed to be uncomfortable with this car. He kept pressing the wrong buttons unconsciously, "This car is really bad."
He sighed and looked at the girl behind the car. He thought she would turn to look at the scenery on the roadside, but he didn't expect that through the rearview mirror, the two of them just looked at each other.
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"Ahem, what's wrong with Xiaoya? Looking at your uncle like this, are you really worried that your uncle is a bad person? I promise you that he is not a bad person. Why don't you take you to have a meal first? What do you want to eat? McDonald's or KFC, pick whatever you want. ”
The man thought the girl was worried and scared, so he quickly comforted her and talked nonchalantly.
But the next second, the girl's answer surprised the man.
"I'm not worried. You are not a bad person. You have the aura of an older brother."
"!!!"
The man fell silent, his pupils deformed, and his expression became strange.
"Brother? You still have a brother. Yes, Sister Xu said that you would always say that your brother would come to you. How could I know your brother?"
The girl tilted her head, doubts flashing in her eyes, "But the strength in you is obviously given to you by your brother"
"Sha——!"
A car traveling in traffic suddenly braked, causing the vehicle behind to almost hit it.
"You're going to die!"
"Hundan, you don't want your fucking life, you suddenly stopped suddenly"
The car behind him finally dodged and rolled down its window to spit fragrance into the front door, but the man ignored it. He started the car, drove to the side of the road, stopped, and rolled up the window.
Then the man turned to look at the girl who was still in shock in the car behind her.
This time, the man's expression was obviously different. He squinted his eyes and asked, "Is the brother you are talking about a 1.8-meter-tall, thin, mixed-race young man with broken hair, named Yang An?"
"Brother!"
The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, not knowing whether she heard the name or something.
Looking at the man again, his expression became dull, and emotions such as annoyance, helplessness, and wanting to laugh flashed through his eyes one by one.
"Damn, no wonder I, an S-level person, was asked to take action in person. It turns out that what I pulled was really a little dragon girl."
But at this moment, the girl reached out her hand and wanted to open the car door.
"What's wrong with you? Don't worry, I locked the car door." The man said quickly.
But how could a girl be trapped in just a car door?
Flames suddenly ignited in the girl's slender hands. When she touched the door handle, it was like ice and snow melting, directly punching through the car door.
"Click——"
The car door opened.
The girl quickly rushed out of the rear door, cheering like an elf, her waterfall-like hair swaying in the air, and threw herself at the person standing in front of her.
"Brother! You came to see me."
Inside the car, the man was stunned. He tilted his head and looked out of the car. A familiar face came into view, followed by a burly man and a one-armed boy.
"Rely on Yang An?"
Yang An hugged the girl who jumped into his arms, subconsciously reached out his hand and gently stroked her hair.
The familiar feeling is back.
In an instant, his memories flashed before his eyes one by one.
The memories of being together with my sister for thousands of years and countless memorable moments.
And the girl's words of brother, all echoed in his mind.
When all the memories faded away, only the girl with his true feelings in his arms was still by his side.
"Brother, if I suddenly disappear one day, will you always wait for me?"
"Of course, but don't think about going out and running around alone."
"Hehe, if my brother disappears, I will stay there and wait for him."
"Clever."
"But if I look for a long time, I still can't find my brother."
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and the girl's tone became lonely.
A long time
"Don't worry, even if you don't see your brother for a long, long time, you have to wait patiently, because one day, you and I will meet again."
July 31, 2006, Jingcheng, sunny weather
——Reunited with my sister here.
(End of chapter)