Chapter 3 I am the customs

Pan Hongsheng sat **, like breaking the five-flavor bottle in his heart...

"gay...you're still alive! What a miracle!" I don't know when the black scorpion appeared at the door, or the careless look leaned against the door frame, with a thick cigar in his mouth.

"Are you all right?" Pan Hongsheng took the North American cigar handed over by the other party and took a deep breath.

"It's okay, but last time it was really hanging..." The black scorpion slowly spit a puff of smoke into the sky: "I've never seen such a strong opponent! By the way, there are many leaders who have escaped! According to my investigation during this period, the most threatening one is the patriarch's sister and his deputy general. These two people have great prestige in the Black Fire cult. Although we have destroyed their old nest, there should be a beginning and end of the matter!"

"What are your next steps?" Pan Hongsheng knew this guy's temper, and he must communicate with him in a different way.

"I was going to take a vacation, but looking at what you are like now, you'd better stay here for a while," the black scorpion stood up as soon as he put on his sunglasses, and his cowhide coat trembled and was about to go out.

"Wait, Black Scorpion," Pan Hongsheng breathed a sigh, "I'm fine. Pay attention to the movement on the company. Now I guess my enemies are very happy!"

"They will soon be unhappy..." The corners of the black scorpion's mouth went up, and he felt a little strange when he put on sunglasses.

Pan Hongsheng saw him swagger away, and his heart was confused.

Now I can't use the internal gas, that is to say, the energy has failed. Without this kind of protection power, you should pay more attention to it.

But he thought about it. No matter how early he was, he didn't have these protective energy. Don't you still come here? With fist and foot kung fu and the secret skills learned, I believe that no one can easily defeat himself!

The only thing to worry about is the masked girl... She has reached the early stage of small perfection. It's not something that Zhang Bowen and others can deal with. Fortunately, there is a black scorpion around her...

A series of things were complicated, which made him dizzy. He sighed and lay on his back: "Go to his ground! Love whoever you love! The days are the same!"

Three days later, Pan Hongsheng was discharged from the hospital and went to the morning class. The brothers in the same dormitory were surprised by his return: "Isn't it that he is very sick? Is it all right so soon?"

"It's okay..." Pan Hongsheng coughed from time to time: "It's just a cold, it's a cold..."

I haven't returned to campus for a long time. Everything here is still so familiar and kind. It seems that the bloodshed has never happened here.

In the first class in the morning, Pan Hongsheng saw Zhang Shaogang.

This guy has been shrinking his head and being a man since he was cleaned up by Pan Hongsheng. Unexpectedly, he also has some fans. The tolerance of this era is very strong. Even if two dogs bite each other, it is estimated that fans will cheer. Of course, a more background host like him is not difficult to get along.

Pan Hongsheng's attitude towards him is still the same: he does not support, does not pay attention, does not oppose.

After all, whether it's pretending to be a clown or a gimmick, that's a profession. It's just that he still doesn't like this kind of person.

I haven't been to class for many days, and there are many new faces in the school. Pan Hongsheng sat in the last row and found that the boy sitting in front of him was a little strange.

This boy is five, three, thick, huge and fat. The little wild boar has bald eyes, strong eyebrows, a big belly, two big legs and a ridge-like mouth. Pan Hongsheng couldn't help sighing: I used to think that the most disgusting was Sun Qianwen's second uncle and second aunt. It seems that I'm too shallow... The country is very frustrating, a generation New setbacks beat old setbacks!

Sitting next to the boy was a tall and thin girl in a white sweater. She looked very quiet and honest. She seemed to dislike the boy beside her and tried her best to lean to the right and lean into the Eiffel Tower.

But the boy's body was a little bit, maintaining a stable and hidden movement to slowly approach the girl, and soon became close to the tall girl's body. He also asked softly with a smile, "Hello, my name is Wang Jiawei. What's your name?" I just transferred from the fourth academies..."

The fourth academies is a so-called aristocratic school. Pan Hongsheng knows a little about this school. It is said to be an empty shell school run by a liar. All the textbooks of the school are copied from foreign aristocratic schools. The teachers looking for are all students who have just graduated from the normal school, and even the venue is completely rented. However, the school is on the outside world. It is charged at a sky-high price; it is known as a first-class faculty with first-class facilities. Because the low admission threshold absorbs many children from rich families, it was subsequently banned because it did not coordinate the distribution of benefits with the authorities.

There is only one psychology to say that you are a person from this kind of garbage school - that is, to signal to others that you are rich.

"Why do you always lean this way?" The girl was finally anxious: "I have no place here! What do you want to do?"

If it hadn't been for the free seats around, I guess the girl would have changed seats long ago.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Zhang Shaogang, who was giving a lecture on the stage, quit: "What is the girl behind you arguing about in class?"

The girl was ashamed to speak in full view of the public. Tears rolled in her eyes, stared fiercely at the frustrated man next to her, and sat down angrily.

Zhang Shaogang didn't see what was going on just now, but he didn't dare to provoke the boy.

He could see that the suit of sportswear worn by the boy was his one-year salary, including the host's income.

This kind of character can't afford to be guilty. He is now much more cautious than before.

He knows that this kind of role is not easy to mess with. Maybe it's in whose government. He has always turned a blind eye to this kind of thing.

The girl sat down helplessly, neither standing nor sitting. She could only lean against the wall with tears in her eyes.

The frustrated man laughed a few strangely and became more unscrupulous.

He actually put a fat and fleshy arm on the other party's shoulder, and the other hand stretched out to hold the other party's little hand: "Little sister, why are you like this? I just want to chat with you. How about making friends? My name is Wang Jiawei, and my grandfather is from the customs..."

"Hello, my name is Pan Hongsheng." Suddenly, Pan Hongsheng stretched out a hand and held the frustrated man's hand decisively in time, and said with a smile, "I'm from the customs. Why haven't I seen your grandfather?"

The frustrated man was stunned. He was probably used to being rude and didn't expect that someone here would not give him face like this. Then he swallowed and asked softly, "Who are you?" What do you want?"

"I didn't want to do anything. Seeing that the classmates who just came are so enthusiastic, I also want to join in the fun..." Pan Hongsheng's smile is very sunny and childlike, and his tone of voice is also very gentle, so that Zhang Shaogang on the podium can continue to pretend to be stupid.

"No, brother..." The frustrated man immediately raised his volume when he saw Pan Hongsheng's thin figure: "Are you looking for trouble? I don't seem to talk to you, and I don't intend to compete with you. Are you uncomfortable with yourself?

When he said this again, the sores on his face seemed to burst, his wild boar-like small eyes flashed fiercely, and his fat head seemed to be doubled.

Looking at his staring eyes, Pan Hongsheng touched the back of his head and breathed a sigh of relief...