Chapter 622 If they are all at this level, then log out as soon as possible
The four patrol members opened their mouths.
Because the aftermath of Lu Ze's leg sweep happened to pass right in front of them.
They seemed to see a maglev car traveling at a speed of 450 kilometers per hour passing by their faces.
If they hadn't subconsciously held on to each other, they might have been swept away by the aftermath.
The aftermath nearly sucked out the air within hundreds of cubic meters, and the suffocating feeling it brought caused them to feel dizzy.
Wu Xin looked at the torrent traces, which were about three meters wide and twenty meters long, and her clenched palms were filled with sweat.
What flashed through his mind now was not Lu Ze's actions, but Vice Dean Wu Wenlie's expression when he agreed to take over the first combat preparation sequence class 10 days ago.
The old guy's eyes were half-smiling but not smiling...
There are also several hints of Cheng Zicheng taking pleasure in others' misfortunes...
The elegant instructor Wu finally lost his composure, because he finally understood!
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Tick tock.
Qiu Yi heard the sound of beads of sweat breaking on the ground.
It seemed to be the cold sweat that had just rolled down his forehead.
He blocked almost instinctively. Not only did he not block it, he didn't even know when Lu Ze's kick passed through the defense line.
He tried to catch the super sonic boom with his right hand...
It was so ridiculous that he was torn into pieces by the hurricane brought by Lu Ze's feet.
He looked at Lu Ze...
Lu Ze looked at him, retracted his paws indifferently, walked past Qiu Yi, and walked up to Yan Zhang.
"Shall I accompany you to the infirmary?"
Lu Ze's tone was as casual as in the dormitory.
"Need not."
Yan Zhang's answer was still brief, and he still had those terrifying wolf-like eyes, but there was no such fierce look when he looked at Lu Ze.
"Then let's go back together."
Lu Ze shrugged nonchalantly, and the casual tone when he spoke brought about such a strong sense of oppression in his aura that for a moment, no one around him said a word in shock.
Yan Zhang looked at Wu Xin, who was blinking slightly, and then at Lu Ze, who was smiling in front of him, and nodded.
"good."
The answer was still very stiff.
Lu Ze still didn't take it seriously and grinned: "Let's go."
Turning around, Lu Ze walked leisurely to the door of Hall No. 7 in his slippers, without even looking at Qiu Yi.
Yan Zhang did not leave in a hurry, but held his arm with his left hand and twisted it with slow and powerful movements.
There was a tooth-aching sound of bone friction.
With a click, the arm resets.
The painful process was over, but Yan Shan's cheek muscles did not tremble at all.
He stared at Lu Ze's back and strode away.
Yan Zhang and Qiu Yi passed by each other without even looking at each other.
Lu Ze walked to the entrance of the venue, gently opened the small door on the lift door, turned his head slightly, and a low and plain voice came to the back:
"If the discipline team is at this level, I think it's better to cancel it as soon as possible."
After saying that, Lu Ze raised his head with a smile and pushed the door open.
Outside the venue, under countless horrified glances, Lu Ze's smile was full of sunshine. Paired with his pajamas and exquisite and cute slippers, he looked extremely warm.
But soon, everyone's even more frightened eyes were attracted by the tragic-looking Yan Zhang.
This...actually brought people out?
"Yan Shang!"
Gao Yue roared excitedly.
Wang Xinxing also waved vigorously.
In fact, the most horrified people in the venue were the members of the disciplinary team.
They heard limited sound just now, but it was only for a moment.
When did your team leader become so easy to talk to?
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Inside Hall 7.
Qiu Yi finally turned her head, and was finally able to fully see the scene beside her, which looked like a flash flood raging.
He opened his mouth and looked at Wu Xin, "He..."
Ring ring ring~
Intensive vibrations are generated from the bracelet.
Qiu Yi lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.
Caller: [Wu Wenlie]!
beep, the message is connected.
"Wu..."
"Qiu Yi, how are you injured? Is it serious?"
Wu Wenlie's rich voice sounded. When Qiu Yi heard this sentence, his brain felt dizzy for a moment. Was he asking himself?
"I..." Qiu Yi opened her mouth.
"I can still talk, so I'm fine."
A sound of obvious relief could be heard coming from the other end of the communication line, and Qiu Yi's heart was hit hard again.
"Okay, it's okay. Hand over the work and come back for a period of confinement. Alas, although I haven't paid attention to your studies in the past two years, how could you become so reckless."
Lao Wu's mournful tone came out again.
In a certain antique office, Wu Wenlie looked at the message he received two minutes ago and was filled with joy.
[Dean Wu, Senior Qiu Yi and I may have to talk some sense into each other, please bear with me. 】
As expected, this boy still respects his teachers very much.
Just because I kept my hand this time, I, Lao Wu, had to sell me a favor.
Sigh, Qiu Yi, you are a bastard. If you don't interact with others every day, you are almost making yourself stupid.
As for the news he had just received about the extensive damage to the No. 7 venue and the need for repairs, Wu Wenlie didn't care at all.
You are young and frivolous, you are young and energetic.
It is a good thing for young people to have energy and exercise more.
If it's broken, just fix it.
These low-status administrators are real.
Wu Wenlie muttered, wondering if it was time to prepare an ideological education class on criticism and self-criticism.
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Qiu Yi, who was cold and arrogant, didn't know how he handed over his work in such a confused manner and how he walked out of Building No. 7 in confusion.
Before leaving, his mind cleared for a moment and he wanted to ask Wu Xin something.
It's a pity that Wu Xin, an elegant young counselor, shrugged helplessly, "I said I'm just a service staff, do you believe it?"
Qiu Yi looked back blankly. He finally gave up thinking and walked through the scattered crowd like a zombie, heading into the night.
When his figure completely disappeared, someone behind him finally muttered.
"Hey, are there any long-sleeved shirts with shredded edges like this?"
"Where did King Qiu buy the white shirt? It looks really good."
Hearing the whispers nearby, the dull patrol members resisted the desire to complain and turned their heads away.
They clearly remembered that Team Leader Qiu Yi had the strictest dress code and was not even allowed to have frills on his clothes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Moreover, Team Leader Qiu was wearing a black windbreaker when he came.
That’s his favorite windbreaker!
The crowd regained its commotion, but was soon replaced by greater interest. They crowded towards the entrance of the museum, wanting to go in and see what was going on.
But soon their eyes were occupied by the patrol leader Di Bin who walked out of it.
Di Bin and his three brothers walked out without saying a word and with a solemn expression, turned around and locked the door completely.
"The venue will be under maintenance for three days and will be temporarily suspended."
After saying that, the members of the discipline enforcement team walked away directly at Di Bin's signal.
Now, the students who were eating melons were instantly dissatisfied.
"What kind of attitude!"
"The discipline enforcement team is still doing the work of the engineering team?"
"Let's announce it at least. I've been here for a long time and haven't even eaten the rind. It's so stupid!"
Amid the commotion, the crowd finally dispersed.
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"Want some fried rice?"
When Lu Ze leisurely passed by Gate 4 of the semi-enclosed campus, he saw the busy snacks outside the door and turned to ask.
Yan Zhang:……
"OK."
Lu Ze greeted the fried rice man over there, "Boss, four portions of fried rice with pickled vegetables and shredded pork, slightly spicy, thank you."
The four people in dormitory 214 stood in front of the prosperous fried rice stall in a strange atmosphere.
Lu Ze stared at the bright gas fire and suddenly said for no reason: "It was a good fight just now."
Yan Zhang's eyes narrowed and he looked at Lu Ze.
The young man turned his head, revealing his handsome white teeth.
"Next time something good like this happens, remember to call me."
The corner of Yan Zhang's mouth twitched and he said nothing.
But a slightly stiff smile appeared on the shadowed cheek after more than ten seconds, and flashed past.
After four portions of fried rice were finished, Lu Ze looked up at the stars.
He felt that it was indeed necessary to establish his own society as soon as possible.
Otherwise, if there is another fight like this in the future, it will always feel unfair.