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Chapter 113 Death

If Yu Chen were present, he would definitely scream out in surprise.

The person who came was none other than the federal intelligence agent, Criterion, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

"Hey, who are you calling naughty?" Tarot was unconvinced.

"Okay, I am [Guidelines], the assistant from the soul of the federal government, and I have come here specifically to help guard Tiangong Academy." Guandian straightened his black cloak and made an introduction.

Tarot said casually: "[Principle]? A code name I have never heard of. An unknown person like you should go back to your hometown as soon as possible. I am the only one who can protect Tiangong Academy."

"You can't be considered a mature humanoid girl just by talking fast. If you want me to go back convinced, then let me see your determination through fighting." Guandian's words are strong and unyielding.

"Okay, unknown person, I'll give you three moves first."

Tarot stood there arrogantly and raised his hand at the criterion.

The code was not humble and rushed in front of Tarot like a black crow.

There was a very fast collision sound, which was the sound of the knife in the hand of the guide colliding with the thorns wrapped around Tarot's body.

"Facing a defenseless girl, you are really decisive in your attack." Tarot took a step back, calmly as before.

"The word "unarmed" does not suit you, [Tarot] L022." The principle adjusted the state and prepared to attack again.

"Since you gave me my code name in full, I don't need to hold anything back."

Tarot changed her aura and turned back into a blonde goth lolita.

She took out a brand new tarot card from the strap again.

"serial number……"

But the communicator rang at an inappropriate time.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a call." Tarot resisted the growing embarrassment in the air and took back the tarot cards.

Tarot answered the phone, and a few minutes later she made an excited voice.

"Yes, there is an intruder. She is already under my control."

"Ha?! What are you talking about, you bad old man? Telling me to stop, it can't possibly... affect the evaluation? Then I'll be good and won't do anything."

Seeing that Tarot was on the phone, Zhen Guan did not choose to take action. She would not take advantage of others' danger, especially when the other party was not an enemy.

Tarot unhappily canceled the battle mode, gritted his silver teeth and walked to the criterion.

"The bad old man of our college, no, it's the president of the college [Xinjing] who asked me to pick up an unknown person like you." Tarot smiled perfunctorily.

"I received it. By the way, what did you call me just now?"

"Nobody."

"My code name is [Guideline], can you call me by my code name?"

"I don't care, unknown people are unknown people."

"..."

Tiangong College, Principal’s Office.

Xinjing just received a communication from the headquarters, which was the news about the arrival of code intelligence agents to assist.

In this critical period, having one more fighter is a very exciting thing.

Sitting on the chair with his heart still, he had not received good news for a long time. Whether it was threats from unknown organizations or troubles caused by the headquarters of the Spirit of Creation Agency, he felt a headache.

"Did you leave such an important matter to me? Mr. Qi is really big-hearted." Xin Jing smiled bitterly and opened the map in his hand.

When the reflection in the heart mirror was over, Tarot arrived just in time.

Tarot kicked open the door of the principal's office and brought the principle to the mirror in displeasure.

"Hey, old man, I brought her here."

"Well, you're from the federal government

The humanoid girl over there, please follow the rules."

"Miss Guan Guan, we are extremely grateful for your invitation to help Tiangong College." Xinjing skipped Tarot and talked directly to Guan Guan.

What makes Tarot dissatisfied is that Xinjing's attitude towards principles is completely different from that towards Tarot.

"Mr. Xinjing, you are serious. This school is a common talent base for two major intelligent organizations, and my assistance is obligatory." Guan Guan performed a military salute.

"However, the Tarot instructor just now had a bad attitude and did not know good from evil." Guan Guan squinted at Tarot.

Xinjing looked at Tarot reproachfully, "Sorry, the Tarot instructor has a bad personality. I will teach her a lesson later. Please bear with me."

"Well, I just admit that it was my fault." For the sake of his own performance, Tarot unexpectedly did not resist.

"Tarot instructor, don't you feel lonely at night? How about letting Miss Guanzhuan live with you?" Xin Jing made a suggestion that Tarot didn't expect.

"If she agrees, fine." Tarot murmured.

Guan Guan said calmly: "I have no objection, as long as the tarot instructor chooses not to cause trouble."

"Then it's settled. In order to hide my identity, I have also prepared a set of clothes for Miss Guan Guan. Please come with me." Xin Jing took Guan Guan away.

In less than ten minutes, the rules had completely changed.

She wore milky-white gloves and a deacon's uniform with mainly white tones.

Although he usually wears a black [Magic of Reason] cloak, his white clothes unexpectedly match his silver-grey short hair.



Next, Tarot reluctantly came to his residence with his principles.

Guan Guan did not dislike the simplicity of the residence, but took the initiative to help Tarot clean the house.

Criterion is like a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder. He cleans Tarot's residence and also helps Tarot organize his personal belongings.

"It's really incomprehensible. Why do you insist on doing it yourself when it's obvious that I can do it by using my abilities?" Tarot sat on the bed and looked at the busy guide.

"Because I am a guest, and this is also a required course in the army. Finally, I am very free now and have nothing to do."

The way Guidance now cleans diligently is like a real housekeeper.

Taluo said faintly: "You are really a strange person. Wouldn't it be nice to be idle when you have nothing to do? It would be great if you could do what you want freely."

Guan Guan slowly replied: "This is too irresponsible. It is because of others' burdens that you can feel comfortable. If a person only considers his own enjoyment, that person is too selfish."

Tarot covered his ears, "Ah, it's so annoying. Listening to an old woman in her forties talking about life philosophy that is difficult to understand, why should I make it difficult for myself?"

Zhen Zhen's face turned frosty, "You're a kid in your twenties, how dare you say such words that deserve a beating in front of the clock?"

"Hmph, I'm just bullying the weak and shying away from the strong, so you control me." Tarot made a face at Criterion unconvinced.

"Then I will teach you a lesson: never make fun of a woman's age."

Zhen Guan clenched his fists loudly and looked like a villain.

Ten minutes of entanglement passed, and the result was Tarot's complete defeat.

"Woooooooo, I was wrong, Sister Zhenzhuan."

Due to the restrictions set by the mind mirror, Tarot is disciplined by the rules of rich experience in life.

However, this kind of obedience is only superficial, and Tarot must still be unconvinced in his heart.

There is still half a month until the college conference starts.

Zhejiang has integrated into Tiangong College. According to the plan, she needs to lurk in the college for a month. Zhejiang's identity is disguised as a management deacon in the college.

She did not show her expression to the students, and in the students' impression she was a female deacon with an indifferent attitude.

However, in private, Zhen Guan said hello to Yu Chen and put down his arrogance.

The dining area, in a private room of a hot pot restaurant.

Yu Chen invited Zhen Zhen, Ta Luo, Ying Qimeng, and his two roommates Qian Yan and Bo Tu to come to the party.

"Everyone can eat with confidence today, I'll pay for it." Yu Chen asked everyone to sit down.

"I was lucky enough to have dinner with the two most mysterious figures on campus and the college flower. I have no regrets in this life." Qian Yan sighed.

Tarot said angrily: "What two mysterious figures, those stupid humans still can't let go of their curiosity? Don't they know that curiosity can kill cats?"

"Well, that's just a common saying, it doesn't mean it will kill the kitten." Yu Chen explained.

"But the book "On the Unsolved Mysteries of the Tarot Instructor" has been printed and is ready to be sold in stores." Ying Qimeng said with a smile.

"What! Those fools whose minds are full of mush."

"When I first heard Tarot's nickname for Sakura Kime, I was a little jealous. Calling Sakura Kime [Sakura Dango] is such a cute nickname." Canon started the next topic.

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Guanzhi." Sakura Qimeng's face turned red with shyness.

"Haha, Sakura Dango, you should thank me, that's not because I am so good at naming names." Tarot was extremely proud.

"That's just a prejudice. You also deliberately give other people's nicknames so unpleasant." Guan Guan commented bitterly.

"Unknown person, sit down for me."



In a cheerful atmosphere, everyone finished eating the hot pot.

"Yu Chen, I'm leaving first." Botu, who had been unable to answer the question, chose to retreat.

"Oh, walk slowly and pay attention to safety." Yu Chen could only agree to Botu's request.

"That child is a little out of touch with the topic." Guan Guan glanced at Botu with a meaningful look.

Qian Yan sighed and said, "Botu, he usually works hard, but he doesn't like to care about things other than academics."

"This is also a kind of stubbornness."

Tarot lay on the table, "Well, my stomach is so full that I don't want to move anymore."

"Tarot instructor, are the teaching assistants coming to our class this afternoon?" Qian Yan asked.

"Well, it seems so. I have to teach you this again..." Tarot's face suddenly changed.

"Looks like we have another uninvited guest."

"Did you feel it too?" Tarot asked.

Criterion put on a black cloak, and the sniper rifle in his hand appeared.

"Number: 13, [God of Death], transformation."

A deep light rushed out from Tarot,

Tarot was dressed in a knee-length black robe, holding a body-length bloody sickle in his hand, surrounded by white butterflies, full of the unique and cold beauty of death.

"This time I guess we are a real enemy. Please don't hold me back, you unknown person." The corner of Tarot's mouth raised a fatal arc.

"This should be my line." Criterion responded coldly.

The two of them rushed out of the room at the same time, leaving Qian Yan and Yu Chen stunned.

"It's really cool. Is this a humanoid girl?" Qian Yan sighed.

"Well, next is the stage for the humanoid girl." Yu Chen's eyes were full of trust.


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