At 7 a.m., all thirty-nine students in the crash course had lined up.

Han Haizhong prepared two trucks for them and took them directly to the most lively and prosperous Sixinfang area in Hangzhou.

This Sixinfang is located on Xueshi Road, adjacent to Xiaonu Road to the east, Changsheng Road to the north, and Bodhi Temple Road to the west.

In the 1930s, an investor named Chen Xingong bought land and built a house here. It was named Sixinfang in memory of him.

Later, Xuanshouli and Chengli were built here, which were also Shikumen buildings.

Therefore, people called this series of buildings Sixinfang.

Speaking of Sixinfang, this is definitely a "feng shui treasure land".

This traditional Shikumen neighborhood is close to the lakeside and close to Longxiang Bridge. It not only provides peace and quiet in the bustle, but also takes advantage of the West Lake.

The houses here have a special feature. They are only for rent, not for sale. The tenants are all middle class. Many private villas have been built around Sixinfang. The owners are either rich or noble.

This area has left many celebrities, traces of old memories, lingering emotions, and unforgettable memories, making it a wonderful symbol of Hangzhou culture.

It's a pity that the students in the crash course don't come here to enjoy the scenery and feel the cultural atmosphere, but to actually practice.

Thirty-nine students were divided into ten groups, one group was watching, and the other group was responsible for taking off the tail.

Each group appoints a group leader and selects three group members.

Meng Shao was originally the team leader. In line with the idea of ​​using the familiar rather than the new, he formed a team with He Guangtao, Hou Danliang, and Chen Rongyang from his dormitory.

What's weird is that there are only three people in the group of accelerated class monitor Ren Pingmao, so the teacher Han Haizhong actually joined their group.

If the classroom teacher joins directly, is this not cheating?

Whoever is targeted by them can still escape?

What's even more speechless is that Ren Pingmao actually chose Meng Shaoyuan's group as their opponent.

"It's over."

He Guangtao wailed: "How can this be compared?"

Meng Shaoyuan didn't say anything. He always felt that this was arranged by Han Haizhong deliberately.

In the morning's actual combat training, Meng Shaoyuan's team was responsible for tracking, and Ren Pingmao's team was responsible for taking off the tags and man-to-man tracking. Once the four people in the off-shooting team successfully got rid of the tags and arrived at the designated place to complete the rendezvous, they would win.

"what to do?"

He Guangtao and the three of them looked at each other: "Who is going to keep an eye on Teacher Han?"

"Shall I do it?" Meng Shaoyuan frowned and smiled bitterly.

I am the team leader. If I don’t keep an eye on the most powerful target, who else can I do?

But the problem is, Han Haizhong is an old agent.

Meng Shaoyuan was not sure at all...

…

It is divided into four roads in total:

Zhinong, Xuanshouli, Changjingnong and Yaoyuanli.

Han Haizhong left Xuan Shouli.

He always walked leisurely in the front.

On the way, I stopped a newsboy selling newspapers, bought a newspaper, and stood there reading for a while.

Hangzhou is already very lively in the morning.

Various vendors had set up their stalls early, and the sound of hawking came one after another.

There is a bamboo stall with a bamboo plaque on the left, a steam stove on the right, and a pot in the middle, which sells wontons.

There was a young man carrying two baskets, a load in one hand, and a flute in the other. He was selling combs, mirrors and other gadgets.

The person who also carried the burden and piled it up on both sides, shouting "Bean... Le" from time to time, was the tofu seller.

All kinds of colors and weird things.

Especially those selling iron pots and fortune tellers, everyone has a unique skill.

For example, a seller of iron kettles holds a whistle-like piccolo in his mouth, and the sound he plays is sweet and sweet. One moment it sounds like hundreds of birds flocking to the phoenix, the other moment it sounds like mountains and flowing water. It can be as beautiful as it wants.

The fortune teller's skills are even more incredible.

Spread a piece of paper flat on the stall, hold a brush between the thumb of your right hand, a brush between the tiger's mouth, and another brush on your wrist.

With three strokes in one hand, he can actually write three lines of beautiful calligraphy on paper at the same time.

This ability is absolutely impossible to achieve without more than ten years of hard work.

If he hadn't been on a mission, Meng Shaoyuan would have really wanted to take a closer look.

such a pity.

Han Haizhong read the newspaper there for a while and then started walking again.

Meng Shaoyuan always kept a certain distance from him.

Her eyes were fixed on him, not daring to relax for a moment.

Han Haizhong suddenly stopped and stopped in front of a wonton stall. He ordered a bowl of wontons and ate them while chatting with the vendor with a smile on his face.

Meng Shaoyuan was so angry.

I haven't had breakfast yet, I'm hungry.

This one is good, I ate it.

The problem is that Meng Shaoyuan has no way to eat.

Bear with it.

After Han Haizhong finally finished eating, he put down his bowl, stood up, and paid with his back to Meng Shaoyuan.

He began to walk forward again calmly.

Meng Shaoyuan quickly followed.

But just when I was passing by the wonton stall, an accident happened.

The vendor took the half-bowl of wontons that Han Haizhong had just eaten and poured out the soup and juice.

Less than half of it was poured onto Meng Shaoyuan.

"Hey, watch it."

Meng Shaoyuan quickly jumped back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, boss, I'm sorry, boss."

The vendor rushed out and blocked Meng Shaoyuan's path with a towel, trying to wipe it for him.

"You... get out of the way!"

not good!

Meng Shaoyuan realized what he was doing, quickly pushed the vendor away, and looked forward.

It’s broken, it’s broken, Han Haizhong is missing.

There are people everywhere, where can I find him?

"Boss, don't be angry, don't be angry." The vendor was still there apologizing.

Meng Shaoyuan tilted his head and looked at the vendor: "How much did the wonton guy give you just now?"

"Ah?" The hawker was startled, then smiled and said: "What did you say, boss?"

"Nothing." Meng Shaoyuan actually moved the small bench and sat down: "Bring me a bowl of wontons too. Ah, I'm going to ask you something. If you answer it well, I'll give you a piece of the ocean."

"real?"

"real!"

…

"Qixiangju Tea House".

Two Pingtan artists specially invited from Suzhou sang "The Legend of White Snake" there.

Han Haizhong ordered a pot of tea, and while listening to Pingtan, he happily cracked melon seeds.

That's all. He Ruyi told himself that one of these students, Meng Shaoyuan, needed special attention to train him, so he was personally responsible for following him.

Unexpectedly, he easily got rid of Meng Shaoyuan's surveillance.

It seems that this is all the qualifications of this student named Meng Shaoyuan.

After leading so many students, he has never seen a so-called "genius".

Suddenly, Han Haizhong's eyes fell on the gate.

His face was filled with disbelief.

A guy walked in slowly with a bowl of something in his hand.

Meng Shaoyuan!

Meng Shaoyuan was holding a bowl of wontons in his hand. He walked up to Han Haizhong with a smile and put the wontons in front of Han Haizhong:
Chapter completed!