Hearing this voice, Cheng Lin turned around, blinked, and looked at Han Lun limping forward with a strange expression.
Hmm...at least the voice sounds like it's Han Lun.
Mainly because the man walking towards me had a thick layer of bandages on his body and gauze on his face. One hand was clamped with a splint and hung in front of his chest. To exaggerate, he looked like an Egyptian pharaoh coming out of the pyramid.
Climbed out.
"Han Lun? Why are you here...and turned into...like this?" Cheng Lin asked, pretending to be surprised. After a pause, he said with suspicious eyes, "This was...exploded?"
"
"..." Han Lun was silent for a moment, as if he didn't know how to continue. After all, he was indeed bombed, and the number of times the two of them met was really limited. The last formal meeting was in Cheng Lin's dormitory.
At that time, Han Lun came to visit and made a white note. At that time, he looked miserable and covered with bandages. This time... it was even worse than last time.
"I... came here with the department, um, here to help." After struggling for a few seconds, Han Lun said slowly.
"Then what are you..."
"Ahem, in the projection, I met the president of the Black Organization, a fifth-grade strongman. I killed him...with a spell, so...I myself was injured." Han Lun raised his head and it was okay.
With his intact left hand, he coughed covertly and said.
Cheng Lin looked amused next to him, pretending to be suddenly enlightened, and said: "Ah... I remembered it. I heard the counselor tell me about this. President Black attacked the envoys, and was then killed by a strong man from the elves.
I was beaten to the point of death, and on the way to escape, I bumped into someone and was killed... It was you who co-wrote it!"
The expression on Han Lun's face was condensed. He probably didn't expect that Cheng Lin had heard the details. He wanted to pretend to be cool, but failed. He coughed again to cover up, and then he saw Cheng Lin's concerned expression:
"This is a serious injury. Are you still coughing?"
"It's okay, trauma."
Seeing Han Lun's awkward look, Cheng Lin smiled and stopped teasing him.
Xin said that it was not easy to disclose his identity. Otherwise, if Han Lun knew that he controlled the fighting spirit in the projection and knocked him unconscious, he would probably not know what his expression would be.
The two of them were classmates after all, and they stood and exchanged a few words before Han Lun revealed the reason for his visit: "I saw the counselor coming back just now and found out you were here, so I came over to tell you that I still need some contribution points I owe you.
Post-calculation, it will probably take three to five days at the earliest before my merits can be redeemed, and then they will be credited to your account."
"Well, okay." Cheng Lin was not polite to him.
After saying this, the two of them suddenly looked at each other and fell silent. They didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a moment, Han Lun said, "Well, if everything is okay, I will go back first, and I have to apply medicine."
"Okay," Cheng Lin nodded. Seeing the bandaged Han Lun staggering back, he opened his mouth, stopped him, and said, "Although it may be more offensive to say this, but
... I still think... things like talismans should be used as little as possible in the future. It's just an explosion that kills everyone. It's okay once or twice. If it goes on for a long time, I'm afraid your body will be destroyed sooner or later.
Already."
Han Lun's body had already turned around. When he heard this, he paused and was silent for two seconds before he said mockingly: "I won't do it anymore. The talisman... has been used up."
After saying that, he took a deep breath, endured the pain in his body and strode forward, gradually leaving Cheng Lin behind.
People were coming and going and everyone was very busy, so Han Lun walked slowly against the flow of people towards his temporary housing.
Probably because he finally paid off his debts, he felt a lot more relaxed, but his handsome face under the gauze was still tense as usual.
"Repay him a sum, and then deduct the cost of the treatment medicine in the Thirteenth Division, and then exchange it for some reserve medicine... This time a lot has been consumed, and it needs to be replenished. The weapon is damaged and needs to be repaired... But there is a lack of repairs.
Place... Cheng Lin seems to know the art of weapon refining? He should be able to repair weapons... Forget it, let's think of other ways... How about contacting the Spiritual Weapon Research Institute? But without a position in the first division, it probably won't work...
...Even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to make that many contribution points.”
As he walked dully, Han Lun was calculating the score in his heart.
His record during this exploration was quite good. He had killed a small team of casual cultivators and already had a lot of success.
In addition, the explosion of the black president at the end... Although most of the achievements had nothing to do with him, at least he didn't eat the meat and got some soup.
If it were placed on an ordinary small lapel, it would already be a big profit this time.
After excluding all kinds of losses and expenses, and paying off Cheng Lin's debt, Han Lun found that he had almost nothing left on hand.
"Alas." Han Lun sighed deeply, shook his head, touched his shriveled pocket, and felt a strong breath of poverty on his body.
This made him very uncomfortable, and he missed his time in the same company infinitely... At least, he never had to think about these things there...
At this moment, suddenly, he heard the sound of a vehicle horn coming from the front: "Didi~didi~"
Two car headlights shone brightly.
It stung him and turned his head away.
Subconsciously, he turned sideways to get out of the way, and then he raised his head and looked at the car.
When he saw the car's Beijing license plate clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and then became awe-struck.
The car did not move forward, but rumbled to a stop. The driver got out of the car and waited aside, as if waiting for someone.
Han Lun looked over curiously and saw a few people walking out of a barracks not far away.
The man in front was short, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, with a middle-parted head, a pair of old-fashioned glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a dazzling pen cap pinned to his breast pocket.
Han Lun was stunned immediately, it was Shi Shengcun!
Shi Shengcun didn't seem to notice him, but walked towards the car while talking to Xu Qui beside him.
Han Lun was stunned in place, and no one came to care about him.
It wasn't until Shi Shengcun came closer that Han Lun was suddenly shaken as if the start button had been pressed on a robot, and his scarred body collapsed straight up!
The legs came together with a "snap" sound and were nailed to the ground like nails. The good hand was raised and he gave a military salute!
"Hello, Principal Shi!"
His subconscious reaction immediately attracted the attention of the group of people. Shi Shengcun was about to get in the car when he heard the sound and turned his head to look over. A hint of surprise appeared on his ordinary face: "You are..."
"Report! The second batch of students from the First Division, Han Lun! I have met the principal!"
Shi Shengcun's eyes moved slightly, and then a smile appeared on his face: "Han Lun... I remember you. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you just now."
After a pause, Wen Yan, the most powerful person in the Xia Kingdom and the director of the First Division, asked: "Well, I remember you must have returned to the Nine Divisions, right? How have you been recently?"
When Han Lun heard this, his high-spirited posture gradually dissipated. His face covered with gauze lowered his head and did not look into Shi Shengcun's eyes. If the action just now was a subconscious reaction, then it was not until this moment that he woke up.
He had already been expelled from the first department.
"Thank you principal for your concern. I'm... okay." Han Lun lowered his head and said bitterly.