Chapter 15 (1/2)

The discipline team got a stretcher and was ready to carry Xifan back to his residence for rest. Xifan looked at Lu Ping several times and wanted to say something, but in the end, the word ”thanks” still didn't say. His feelings towards Lu Ping can't be changed so quickly,

Xifan was carried away, and the crowd who came to comfort immediately dispersed. Some people went to show their concern for Maureen, a strange freshman who had only entered the college for one day, but they didn't even say hello to Lu Ping.

Whether he was injured or not was ignored, and no one asked what role he played in the incident.

”Do you still need to ask? It must be a burden! ” Everyone is so wishful thinking.

The cabin was deserted again, leaving only Su Tang.

In three years, the only person who will come to this hut is Su Tang.

Silently tidy up the mess brought by the unprecedented number of people in the cabin. Su Tang stands by the window.

It's a fine day again, but the flower bed outside the window is not as colorful as usual. In the fierce battle last night, the situation of the flower garden at this time is much more serious than that of Lu Ping's cabin. Maureen stood next to a flattened flower and was scolded bloody by mausen.

”You're not going to class yet?” Lu Ping asked behind her.

”Right away.” Su Tang looked back from the window and pointed to the small table: ”there's breakfast.”

”OK.” Lu Ping nodded.

”Then I'll go. Will there be a text after that?” Asked Su Tang.

”Probably not.” Lu Ping said.

”Be careful.”

”Don't worry.”

Sutang left. Lu Ping went to the small table and took breakfast.

The steamed stuffed bun was cold, and Lu Ping didn't care. He stood by the window and ate silently. He was used to this. When Su Tang went to class and practice, he was alone.

Outside the window, Maureen was still scolded by mausen, with a helpless face.

Lu Ping looked, but smiled.

This scene was actually warm to him. The depth of love is the responsibility! Mr. Morson hated him so much and scolded him a lot, but he never paid attention to it after two or three important words. When did he complain so long and painstakingly?

This guy's relationship with Mr. Morson seems to be deeper than he thought at the beginning!

Just thinking, Mosen finally finished scolding there, and then hurried to check which of the flowers and plants damaged last night could be saved. Where's Maureen? I don't know where he came from when he woke up in the morning. Finally, he picked it back, buckled it back, and came to the window of the hut again.

Lu Ping didn't avoid this time. He left two steamed buns in his bag and handed them to Maureen.

Maureen took it.

”Only two?” He muttered.

”It's cold.” And then despise it.

”Cold food is bad for the stomach.” He continued while putting one in his mouth.

”What's your relationship with Mr. Morson?” Lu Ping asked.

”He is my second uncle.” Maureen said.

”You're also mo.”

”Yes, actually, my name is Maureen, not Lin mo. don't say it!” Maureen said.

”Is it necessary?” Lu Ping said.

”Of course, I'm an assassin, and I'm running away from... Er... Pursuit?” The voice became weaker and weaker. Maureen finally remembered that his pursuers had now become the nutrient of this flower bed.

”It doesn't seem particularly necessary.” But as an assassin, it's always good to hide your name. Is your name a pseudonym? ”

”No.” Lu Ping said.

”Can you be my mentor?” Maureen said.

”What?” Lu Ping was startled by Maureen's sentence. He thought Maureen would ask him the questions he was always curious about yesterday.