"The 'Ripper of the Night' provocative police special adviser, Mr. Jason, was arrested!"
"Extra number! Extra number!"
"The 'Ripper of the Night' provocative police special adviser, Mr. Jason, was arrested!"
…
Newsboys hawking appeared on the streets a few hours later than usual.
People stopped and paid to buy.
You must know that in Xinde City in recent months, the 'Ripper under the Night' has been a famous figure, bringing countless terrifying nights to people.
It even makes people afraid to appear on the streets of Xinde City at night.
Although most of the time, people will not show up on cold winter nights.
However, this does not prevent people from wondering who Jason is.
And when people learned about Jason's past from the newspaper, many people curiously flocked to Pea Corner Street.
From detailed reports in the newspaper, they learned that Jason was temporarily living in the 'Watch Dog Pastry House'.
It’s just that at this moment, the ‘Watch Dog Pastry House’ has already put up a sign that it is closed for business.
Where did Jason go?
Everyone is wondering.
At this moment, Jason was sitting in the student union office of St. Mungo's College.
Classroom 13 is different from the temporary conference room.
The formal meeting room of the Student Union is in Classroom 33 on the fifth floor.
Leaning on a sofa chair, Jason looked at the prompts in front of him——
[City recognition +25%]
…
A number far higher than before.
"That guy is more influential than I thought."
Jason thought about it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Although Jason did not see today's newspaper, the late release of the Xinde City newspaper made Jason already guess what these newspapers were planning to do.
It is nothing more than publishing everything about the ‘Night Ripper’ as soon as possible.
Teddy, who was sitting opposite Jason, saw Jason's smile.
"Teacher Jason, you seem very happy?"
"What's good?"
The female student council president asked, and then, after thinking for a while, she added: "Today's lunch is a normal lunch, there are no special snacks."
"Why not?"
Jason's attention was immediately drawn.
Although he didn't know about the so-called special meals before.
"Snack meals only exist on the 1st, 15th and 30th of each month."
"It was made by the cooking class teacher for the students and teachers who have performed well in the past half month."
"It's an extra reward."
The female pastry chef who knew St. Mungo's College well explained.
"What does it mean to be a good performer?"
Jason focused on the important points.
"Maintaining the image of the school, observing school disciplines, doing well in learning or teaching, all count."
The female student council president replied.
Before he finished speaking, Jason was seen standing up.
"What are you waiting for?"
"As the instructor of the student union, I can't wait to start teaching you for the first time."
Jason said.
"But the student union's guidance class only needs once a week..."
"I can take extra classes."
Jason said without any doubt.
"But, everyone..."
"Do you still remember your vows?"
"Do you still want to learn real battlefield skills?"
"Or are you planning to back down?"
Jason interrupted the female student council president with a serious look on his face.
"Of course not."
"We will never forget our oath."
The female student council president answered equally seriously.
"very good."
"We will meet at the racecourse in ten minutes."
Jason nodded.
"yes."
The female student council president turned around and walked out.
When walking out the door, the female student president was a little stunned.
Did she fall into the trap of aggressive generals?
However, the words have just been spoken, and if I regret it now...
No!
Can't regret it!
I want to remember the oath!
Thinking of this, the female student will take big steps forward.
In the conference room, as the female student council president left, Jason, who had looked serious just now, suddenly became excited.
Extra meals!
It’s food made by the cooking class teacher!
That must taste great!
Jason thought.
The female pastry chef watched all this with a smile.
She knew Jason was there for food.
Although I feel sorry for my friend by doing this, but compared with Jason, what does Teddy mean?
She just left it because she was in a good mood.
The kind that can be thrown away at will.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
and……
Jason is so cute at this time.
It's different from that powerful look.
But, it moved her heart even more.
what to do?
what to do?
Somewhat unbearable.
Jason, who was immersed in food fantasies, seemed to have noticed something. When he turned his head, all he saw was the confused female pastry chef.
"Did I just fall asleep?"
"I have this problem."
"I never know when I will fall asleep."
After the female pastry chef noticed Jason's gaze, she explained a little embarrassedly.
"Ever since childhood?"
Jason asked.
"No."
"It appeared after I accidentally set the cooking classroom on fire during my last entrance exam."
"The doctor said it's similar to post-traumatic stress syndrome."
The female pastry chef shook her head and said.
Post-traumatic stress syndrome too?
Jason was startled.
He never thought that female pastry chefs had similar experiences to 'him'.
"Do I need to see another doctor?"
"I know a psychiatrist who is very good."
Jason said out of concern for his friends.
"That Doctor Hannibal?"
the pastry chef asked.
Jason nodded.
Suddenly, an extremely strong resistance appeared in the female pastry chef's heart.
Then, the words that came out of her heart made her speak involuntarily:
"No."
"That doctor gave me a weird feeling."
"I don't like it very much."
Jason stared at the female pastry chef, and after discovering the female pastry chef's persistence, he immediately chose to give up.
"OK."
He just has good intentions and will not force anything.
Then, the two of them walked towards the racecourse together.
This time, the female pastry chef walking next to Jason completely regained her slightly confused feeling.
Jason looked at the female pastry chef calmly and remained silent.
Everyone in the world has secrets that cannot be revealed.
This is nothing to be ashamed of.
Because, who can truly open their heart?
After all, there are two things in the world that cannot be looked at directly...the sun and the human heart.
Along the way, after all the student union members gathered, Jason took the female pastry chef to the racecourse.
"Teacher Jason, everyone has gathered."
"Excuse me, what are we training today?"
The female student council president stood at the front of the queue and reported to Jason.
Jason was just about to say something.
Suddenly he felt a gaze sweep over him.
Full of extreme malice.
‘Ghost Squad’?!
Jason's eyes turned cold.
Subconsciously, he moved towards where the female pastry chef was.
Then--
Bang!
The female student council president fell to the ground with the sound of gunfire.
