"This time you should tell me who you are..." Xiong Weiqun asked.
"My name is Zhong Ping..." Zhong Ping didn't know whether he was pretending to be stupid or answering seriously.
"You said you didn't want to tell me?"
"My lord, I am wronged! The little one is a kindergarten teacher with a pure heart, and he has not done anything harmful to nature!"
"Do you really not understand or do you pretend not to understand? If you have no problem, why are you being targeted?"
As a result, Zhong Ping burst into tears: "It turns out that I was really targeted..."
"Don't interrupt, tell me why you know so much about guns."
Zhong Ping had already become quite immune to Xiong Weiqun's serious face. He hesitated for a long time before speaking: "I had no choice but to learn it when I was a child... But I don't have much memory, really! I am a kind and good young man now,
It won’t do anything!”
"When you were a child? Who taught you when you were a child?"
"My housekeeper..."
Housekeeper? I can’t tell that Zhong Ping is still a playboy... Xiong Weiqun twitched his lips and continued to ask. He felt that he had never asked so many questions in his life: "What does your family do? Why did the housekeeper teach you to use a gun?
"
Zhong Ping shook his head unbearably: "I really don't know. I left home and came here when I was in junior high school. Now I am just a kindergarten teacher who wants nothing! I must have nothing to do with conspiracy organizations or anything like that!"
Want Xiong Weiqun to believe that Zhong Ping has nothing to do with the conspiracy? Looking at the current situation, it seems impossible. But looking at Zhong Ping's cowering and fearful look, I also feel that he is not hiding anything from him. After all this, I still want to hide something from him, so this acting
It's too magical.
Today's teaching ended here. Zhong Ping took a shower and climbed into bed even though he didn't learn anything. Xiong Weiqun became even more worried.
He was thinking that this so-called "monitoring Zhong Ping" task is not as simple as "getting rid of people who are related to the organization." This Zhong Ping may have a certain connection with this v society, and he may be an enemy or a friend. It is impossible.
It has nothing to do with it. Zhong Ping was born into a wealthy family, and his family had a butler who knew how to use a gun. He taught the young master openly, and the young master had to travel far away to go to school in junior high school...
Let Xiong Weiqun think that the connection is greater than a coincidence. Maybe we can consider the situation where Zhong Ping's parents felt that there was trouble in the family or someone was seeking revenge, so they sent Zhong Ping out.
And he didn't have the nerve to ask Zhong Ping if his parents were gone. If the answer was that they were gone and something sad happened, he wouldn't be able to comfort people.
Thinking about this is really not good for Xiong Weiqun. He stopped here when he thought about it and started thinking about how to write today's surveillance report. His task only said that he would monitor every move and write a report, but it didn't say which aspect he would focus on. He had to write
Zhong Ping's whole day's itinerary, from brushing his teeth and swallowing toothpaste, to what he had for dinner, to the length of time he spent in the bathroom, was listed in his mind, and then he typed it up in small characters and wrote it down neatly on paper.
Finally, he tore off the spare part of the paper, rolled it into a small tube and stuffed it into a mission shell. He stuffed it into the inner pocket of his coat and prepared to hand it over to L the next day. Then he turned off the light in the living room and fell asleep on the sofa.
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But the next day was a weekend when Zhong Ping was not caught going to kindergarten. Xiong Weiqun woke him up at seven o'clock as usual, and then Zhong Ping explained with a sad face that he didn't have to go to work today, and fell asleep again for a long time.
Yes, it would be easier to write a surveillance report this way. Xiong Weiqun comforted himself and sat on the sofa doing nothing for a sleep.
It was already noon when Xiong Weiqun woke up. Seeing that it was impossible not to eat at this time, he ordered a few of Zhong Ping's favorite meat dishes from the menu and told the other party to deliver them quickly.
As soon as the fast food was delivered, Xiong Weiqun opened the lid of the lunch box to the bedside to lure Zhong Ping out of bed. As a result, Zhong Ping's stomach growled before he even got up, which made Xiong Weiqun couldn't help but laugh.
Zhong Ping felt that the days when he had nothing to wear but food to open his mouth were back! The last time he felt this way was when he had just broken up with his girlfriend and was fed vegetarian food by the killer.
How beautiful this little life is! He has food when he wakes up, and he doesn’t have to spend money. He also has a bodyguard when he goes out, although he doesn’t know when this bodyguard will kill him gently.
After Zhong Ping had eaten, he remembered his original plan to go to Paopao store to change into two sets of autumn and winter clothes, so he asked Xiong Weiqun: "Can I go shopping?"
Xiong Weiqun replied with a straight face: "You don't need to ask for my opinion on what you want to do, just do whatever you have to do."
So Zhong Ping finished his meal and took a belated shower. When he was about to go out, he unexpectedly found that Xiong Weiqun was planning to follow him, so he had no choice but to relax and let them follow.
Fortunately, Xiong Weiqun had not yet reached the point of wielding swords and guns in the store. Zhong Ping went to the clothing city where he used to go, and went straight to the men's clothing store that he often frequented. After saying a few words to the store owner, he took the clothes.
I went to a pants store and bought a pair of jeans and casual pants.
Finally, I wandered around the world, and by chance, I bought a short down jacket that I liked.
During this period, Xiong Weiqun followed him ghostly. When he saw him entering the store, he stood guard outside without looking at his clothes, pants or food. As a result, Zhong Ping had no interest in shopping anymore. In the evening, he
Find a seat at the fast food stall on the ground floor of the mall and count your clothes one by one.
Moreover, he also felt as if he was possessed by some shopping god, and he remembered that when Tingting was shopping, he was following her like Xiong Weiqun, and when he saw the low stool for trying on shoes in the shoe store, he
I feel like I've met my relatives.
After finally sitting comfortably, Xiong Weiqun finally began to complain: "I didn't expect that he could run so well."
Zhong Ping made an innocent face and said that he didn't know what had happened.
"You won't be shopping for a while?" Xiong Weiqun asked worriedly.
"No more shopping." Zhong Ping took a stimulant.
Xiong Weiqun paused, and then said sarcastically: "You don't have much spare time activities. The Internet-addicted boy still knows how to play games online after school, but you don't even touch the computer. So you have such a hobby."
Zhong Ping couldn't refute, he suppressed his blush and then compromised and said: "I am happy to be quiet without any spare time activities!"
"It's a shame that you, as a city dweller, don't have nightlife." Xiong Weiqun began to vent his dissatisfaction after walking in the store all afternoon.
Zhong Ping also pursed his lips, trying hard to think of what he should say to excuse himself.