The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

Only Mu Chenxi, she thought of Bai Yu's reason for refusing to cooperate with their Mu family.

It means someone in the Mu family has offended her.

She also wondered if Fu Zhi chewed his tongue behind Bai Yu, but the idea was rejected by her and her father until this moment.

After the courier brother admitted that these books were sent to No. 1 Middle School for Bai Yu's sake, Mu Chenxi finally confirmed that Bai Yu's refusal was because of Fu Zhi's troubles!

What a Fu Zhi!

After tossing, Lu Chuwan doesn't count, she is still here to count her, count their Mu family!

If she told her father about this, Fu Zhi would definitely not be able to eat it!

Mu Chenxi became more and more angry, and simply threw the "Red Sun" on the ground.

There was a deep disappointment in her eyes, both for Bai Yu and Fu.

Bai Yu does not deserve the title of literary magnate, nor does she deserve her likes at all!

This time she would be so embarrassed, completely because of Bai Yu's team.

"Fu Zhi, the reincarnation of heaven, don't be too early!" Mu Chenxi roared, pushing away the crowd and ran out of the classroom.

The classmates in class one looked at each other, and her little tablemate chased out for the first time.

Song Fang knocked on the tabletop and said to the students around: "Why, don't you leave? Waiting for me to invite you in as guests?"

The weather in the early morning was as cool as usual.

Fu Zhi wrapped a little padded jacket.

Song Fang's words are still very deterrent.

Only this time, none of the students surrounding the 21st class moved, their eyes focused on Fu Zhi.

Fu Zhi thought that she would ignore them and make up for their sleep, and they would lose themselves, so he put the small pillow on the desk.

But before I got down, I heard those classmates almost deafeningly:

"Fu Zhi, I'm sorry!"

Fu Zhi: "..."

Oh, Fu Zhi continued to lie on the pillow without expression.

As soon as I closed my eyes, a part of the students walked outside the door, followed by another part saying: "Fu Zhi, I'm sorry, and thank you for helping everyone bring the book from Bai Yu!"

The jumbled voices were mixed together, one high and one low, one after another, they continued to enjoy them.

Fu Zhi: "..."

Fu Zhi's sleepiness was finally yelled away by the group of people, got up, tilted his head, looked at them blankly, and said every word to a group of slightly guilty classmates:

"Call Director Liu again to report and deduct your behavior points."

Students who will be deducted for their behavior points: "..."

Don't try to cry to a straight steel girl, because she doesn't understand it at all.

She just wants to sleep.

But the apology owed to Fu Zhi and a thank you are always given to her.

The crowd dispersed after a large-scale apology meeting.

Song Fang snorted, opened Bai Yu's signature book, and tasted it leisurely.

It's just that he became a little bit stranger when he became more popular, and poked Fu Zhi's back, "Hey, sister Zhi, why do you think Bai Yu's signature seems familiar? Where did I see this character frame?"

Although the writing is rather sloppy, but the graceful temperament revealed between the lines can't run away.

Fu Zhi: "..."

It's worthy of doing nothing, the crooked way first place.

As long as this attention is devoted to learning, will he still compete with Lu Yumo for the first place?

Fu Zhi bought him a seed in advance, "Oh, it's a bit familiar, like I wrote."

"puff--"

After Song put it on, he couldn't straighten his waist with joy, "I'm sorry, Sister Zhi."

Facing Fu Zhi's expressionless face, Song Fang knew that he might be a bit too much, but he really couldn't help it.

He said, "Can you let your language test paper look in the mirror?"

Didn't you count how many points?

Also signed like Bai Yu...

Song Fang patted Fu Zhi on the shoulder, "Sister Zhi, just let me talk about these things in front of me in the future, but don't dare to tell other students that I'm afraid people will take your zero-point language scores to retaliate against you. "

Fu Zhi: "...oh."

Whatever, probably she has no credibility anymore.

Melancholy JPG.

*

At the same time, the principal's office in No. 1 Middle School.

Ouyang Feng was watching the video from Ouyang Yue.

The man in his thirties is the most attractive age in a suit and leather shoes. After turning off the video recording, he thought for a while, and then opened the video call with Ouyang Yue.

"Fu Zhi said she has nothing to do with Ouyang's family."

The boy on the other side of the screen seemed to know what Ouyang Feng was asking, and said first, "My father hasn’t heard from these years. I don’t know if my persistence is meaningful. Ouyang family, is there really a blood heritage ?"

Ouyang Yue wore a military-green camouflage uniform, and there was a kind of soldier's bitterness between his gestures, but in front of the world's top gun designer Ouyang Feng, it was much harder for young people to have the popularity.

After all, Ouyang Feng can be regarded as a genius of the same generation as Ouyang Chuan, but because the two people are different in physical factors and other factors, Ouyang Chuan’s main attack is only gun design, and Ouyang Feng is in addition to this, and also has to double the fighting skills in charge of Ouyang The dark guard of the family, he is considered a shadow of the Ouyang family. Compared with the Ouyang Chuan who is in front of others, his reputation is not much.

But when it comes to real power, even Ouyang Yue is now leading the Ouyang family, but as long as Ouyang Feng has a word, he is not far from stepping down.

This is why Ouyang Ya attaches so much importance to the PK between the two schools.

She wanted to brush her face in front of Ouyang Feng, let Ouyang Feng accept her as a disciple, give her the secret guard in her hand, and completely take over Ouyang's house.

After drinking a cup of tea, Ouyang Feng did not answer Ouyang Yue's words, but instead asked him, "What do you think of Fu Zhi?"

"I'm not particularly clear about the talent in gun design, but she knows the structure of the 927 guns so much, she must have dabbled in this subject. And looking at her personality, she is a good kid with savvy."

The more Ouyang knows that Ouyang Feng attaches great importance to gun design. After all, the Ouyang family is based on this knowledge. This is the skill left by the ancestors. The juniors of the Ouyang family cannot forget their roots.

Ouyang Feng paused with the fingertips of the teacup, and laughed for a moment, "It seems that the two of us are thinking of going together. But she is a girl after all, and in the video, she found a shortcut to the end. The physical strength may not be able to keep up with the boys in the dark guards, and the fighting skills...Of course, the level of violence is quite high, and it may be that I am worried."

Compare the elites in the Dark Guard with Fu Zhi...

At this point, Ouyang pursed his lower lip, he seemed to understand what Ouyang Feng meant.

Ouyang couldn't say what his mood was. In short, he was not as worried as he heard that Ouyang Feng was about to accept Ouyang Ya as a disciple, and he even had a little joy that was indescribable.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch and hinted: "Didn’t you arrange the weakest group of the dark guards in the camp on the side of Yucheng? They have fighting games every afternoon, so you might as well make time this afternoon. Take Fu Zhi to test it?"

Fu Zhi, who had already made up his mind, didn't know that she was going to become Ouyang Feng's little apprentice somehow.

After the physics class, she was called by Director Liu to the principal's office to talk to the principal.

It was a conversation, but in Fu Zhi's eyes, he could only feel Ouyang Feng's inexplicable look.

He smiled softly, "No. 1 Middle School held a winter camp and is choosing the venue. You are a recognized student representative in the third year of high school. Come and have a look with me in the afternoon."

This is the first time that Fu Zhi has seen the principal of No. 1 Middle School himself. There is a kind of literati and poetry in his gestures, which is not much different from the photos placed in the public notice.

It's just that the eyes behind the gold spectacles are slender and deep, giving people a sense of unpredictability.

Fu Zhi wanted to say that she would not go, because she had no interest in choosing venues.

But Ouyang Feng seemed to have expected that she would refuse, and said with a smile: "I went this time, and I can ask for leave at will in the future. If I don't answer the test papers well, I won't be notified that my attitude is not correct."

Fu Zhi: "!!!"

Fu Zhi looked at the time and said sensibly: "It's getting late, let's go, don't delay your coming back to work at night!"

Ouyang Feng nodded meaningfully.

He got up from his seat, took the car key and went down to the teaching building with Fu Zhi.

He walked on a remote path.

Fu Zhi was a bit motion sick, and after opening the car window, he leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

Normally, the winter camp would choose a place with good mountains and rivers. Therefore, Fu Zhi did not care about Ouyang Feng's purpose in taking her up the mountain.

Until the magnetic card hung on the magnificent iron door.

With a sound of "ding--", the black-clothed man who was standing by the door handle stepped forward, and a well-trained military salute was given to Ouyang: "The leader!"

Fu Zhi: "???"

Ouyang Feng parked the car outside, opened the door of co-pilot Fu Zhi, "Let's go."

Fu Zhi looked at Ouyang Feng expressionlessly: "You have nothing to explain to me?"

"Oh," Ouyang Feng said, "I thought you kids all like coseplay."

Fu Zhi glanced at the rifle hanging on the chest of the man in black.

Well, not a model rifle.

So which cose are you and me here?

Fu Zhi was stern.

Ouyang Feng reminded, "Think about your casual leave, think about your circular criticism!"

Fu Zhi: "..."

Okay, Fu Zhiren had to bow his head under the eaves, "This cose is also very realistic, then you can lead the way, let's observe other coseplays."

Ouyang Feng explained something to the man in black before him, and then he took Fu Zhi into the base.

Along the way, Fu Zhi felt that he was about to be seen by others as a rare animal on the verge of extinction.

Fortunately, Ouyang Feng prepared a cup of strawberry shake ice for Fu Zhi, and Fu Zhi's face was not so ugly.

At this moment, Fu Zhi didn't think that Ouyang Feng would take her to see some winter camp.

Especially the institutions set up at this base are almost the same as those seen by Fu Zhi at Ouyang's house.

Every man who met Ouyang Feng said hello to Ouyang Feng.

These people are different from the people at the base over the capital.

Fu Zhi clearly felt that they had seen blood, and whether in terms of agility or insight, it was many times better than the group of people in the capital base who only knew how to scream.

Fu Zhi took a sip of milk tea when he was here.

I am going to accompany Ouyang Feng for a few more laps. After all, there are many sophisticated firearms here, which Fu Zhi has never seen before.

One thing said, Fu Zhi felt a little itchy palms, she wanted to disassemble and assemble other firearms.

But this is not good.

It's impolite, no good!

Fu Zhi's gaze stuck to the improved revolver, and even the milk tea was forgotten.

Ouyang Feng noticed and suddenly spoke: "Today the Dark Guard has a ring match."

Fu Zhi still didn't move his gaze away from the revolver.

Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed, feeling that she was smart, and she could pick out the most sophisticated pistol at a glance.

Ouyang Feng was more convinced of his decision.

He led Fu Zhi out of the exhibition room, and the two of them walked to a large arena built in the base.

The secret team has five teams, namely, Jinmu, water, fire, and soil, and their strengths have increased in turn.

This time the teammates of the Dark Guard Gold Team participated in the arena.

When Fu Zhi and Ouyang Feng arrived, the game had already begun.

The first player to play was the captain of the Golden Team, Ji Hou.

His left hand was injured while performing the task, and the three fingers of the back of his left hand were injured and fractured, and he was wrapped twice with a white cloth.

After Ji Hou took the stage, he said loudly: "A few days ago, I was accidentally injured when escorting the goods for the side escort, but it doesn't matter. It's a man who can't say that he can't do it. The competition is still the competition!

Except for ordinary members, everyone in the audience is the elite of the team. Their strength is still a little weaker than Jihou, and they have always been very convinced by Jihou.

One after another said: "Old Ji Niubi is over!"

Ji Hou was held by a group of teammates in the audience, and he was not too proud, only to salute Ouyang Feng's direction schematically.

Then he touched the bayonet in his army boots and said loudly on the stage: "Everyone ignores my injury. In this game, we follow the rules. Ordinary members will come to learn from each other first, and others will let them go later."

"Okay!" The voice of catering echoed from the audience.

Ji Hou is worthy of being the deputy captain. He didn't use his left hand and all relying on the speed of his right hand to attack, quickly knocked down some ordinary members.

The teammates who were kicked were very grateful for his teaching.

As the cold wind was whistling, Ouyang Feng took Fu Zhi to the side of the ring.

Ji Hou was standing on the stage at the moment, raising his chin slightly and said: "Is there anyone else to play against? Any ordinary team member will do. If no one is there, I will play against my elite teammates?"

The competition in the dark team is a daily matter. The ordinary members and the elite players are one quarter short. Besides, with the team's deputy captain, isn't it just a matter of waiting for others to abuse them?

The audience was quiet.

Ouyang Feng looked at Fu Zhi who bowed her head and sucked the milk tea. Her performance at this moment was very different from the appearance of the gun that she had just seen.

Doesn't she seem to like fighting skills?

That won't work!

If the team is really taken over by gun design, no one will be convinced, right?

Among the five teams of Jinmu, water and fire, only the gold team is the weakest.

There is a big gap with other teams.

What's the matter, Fu Zhi has to do some tricks under Jihou's hands, right?

Ouyang Feng thought, he just picked it up and threw the person onto the stage.

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