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 that someone in the Mu family offended her.

At that time, she thought about whether Fu Zhi was gossiping behind Bai Yu, but she and her father rejected her idea until this moment.

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

What a Fu Zhi!

After tossing about Lu Chuwan, it doesn't matter, she is still here to plot against her, plotting against their Mu family!

If she told her father about this, Fu Zhi would definitely be overwhelmed and walk away!

The more Mu Chenxi thought about it, the more angry she became, and she simply threw "Red Sun" on the ground.

There was deep disappointment in her eyes, it was for Bai Yu and Fu Shi.

Bai Yu doesn't deserve the title of a literary hero, nor does he deserve her liking at all!

This time she would be so embarrassing because of Bai Yu's standing in line.

"Fu Zhi, reincarnation of heaven, don't get too complacent!" Mu Chenxi shouted, pushed away the crowd and ran out of the classroom.

The students in Class 1 looked at each other, and her little deskmate immediately chased her out.

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

The weather in the early morning was still a little cold as usual.

Fu Zhi wrapped himself in a little padded jacket.

Song Fang's words are still very deterrent.

Only this time, the students around the door of Class 21 didn't move, their eyes focused on Fu Zhi.

Fu Zhi thought she ignored them and obediently made up for sleep, and they broke up by themselves, so he put the small pillow on the desk.

But before he got down on the ground, he heard those students almost deafeningly say:

"Fu Zhi, I'm sorry!"

Fu Zhi: "..."

Oh, Fu Zhi continued lying on the pillow with a blank face.

As soon as he closed his eyes, a group of students walked outside the door, followed by another group: "Fu Zhi, I'm sorry, and thank you for helping everyone get the book from Bai Yu's side!"

Miscellaneous voices were mixed together, one high and one low, and they continued to enjoy it one after another.

Fu Zhi: "..."

Fu Zhi's drowsiness was finally shouted away by this group of people. He stood up, tilted his head, looked at them expressionlessly, and said word by word to a group of slightly guilty classmates:

"If you keep yelling and yelling, call Director Liu to report and your conduct points will be deducted."

Students who will be deducted conduct points: "..."

Don't try to get a tearjerker with a straight girl because she doesn't understand this stuff.

She just wants to sleep.

But the apology owed to Fu Zhi, as well as a thank you, should always be given to her.

The crowd voluntarily dispersed after the large-scale apology meeting.

Song Fang snorted, opened Bai Yu's specially signed book, and read it leisurely.

It's just that the more he tasted, the more he felt that something was a little strange. He poked Fu Zhi's back, "Hey, sister Zhi, why do you think Bai Yu's signature looks familiar? Where have I seen this lettering?"

Although the writing is rather sloppy, the elegant temperament revealed between the lines can't escape at all.

Fu Zhi: "..."

It is worthy of being the number one in crooked ways and evil ways.

But if he devotes this attention to his studies, will he still compete with Lu Yumo for the first place?

Fu Zhi bought a seed for him in advance, "Oh, it looks familiar, like what I wrote."

"puff--"

Song Fang was so happy that he couldn't straighten up, "I'm sorry, sister Zhi."

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

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

How many points do you not count?

Also signed like Bai Yu...

Song Fang patted Fu Zhi on the shoulder, "Sister Zhi, it's fine to talk about this kind of thing in front of me in the future, but don't dare to tell other students, I'm afraid someone will take revenge on you with your zero score in Chinese. "

Fu Zhi: "...Oh."

Whatever, she probably lost her credibility.

Melancholy JPG.

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

Ouyang Fengzheng was watching the video from Ouyang Yue.

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

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

The young man on the other side of the screen seemed to know what Ouyang Feng was going to ask, and said first, "My father has not heard from me for these years, I don't know if my persistence is meaningful, does Ouyang's family really have blood inheritance? ?”

Ouyang Yue was wearing a military green camouflage uniform, with a military look in his gestures, but in front of Ouyang Feng, the world's top gun designer, it was rare to have the popularity that a young man should have.

After all, Ouyang Feng can be regarded as a genius of the same generation as Ouyang Zhuang, but due to the differences in the two people's physical and other factors, Ouyang Zhuang's main focus is only on firearm design, while Ouyang Feng also needs to double cultivate fighting skills to manage Ouyang He is the shadow of Ouyang's family. Compared with Ouyang Zhui, who is in front of others, his reputation is not much better.

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

That's why Ouyang Ya attaches so much importance to the PK between the two schools.

She wanted to show her face in front of Ouyang Feng, let Ouyang accept her as an apprentice, give her the secret guards in his hand, and take over Ouyang's family completely.

Ouyang Feng drank a cup of tea, and instead of answering Ouyang Yue's words, he asked him, "What do you think of Fu Zhi?"

"I don't know the talent in gun design, but she knows the structure of 927 guns so well, she must have dabbled in this subject. And judging by her personality, she is a good child with understanding."

Ouyang Yue knew that Ouyang Feng attached great importance to the design of firearms. After all, the Ouyang family relied on this knowledge to make a fortune.

Ouyang Feng paused with his fingertips holding the teacup, and after a while, he laughed: "It seems that the two of us want to go together. But she is a girl after all, and in the video she found a shortcut to the end, her The physical strength may not 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 my worries are unfounded."

Comparing the elite of the Dark Guard with Fu Zhi...

Speaking of this, Ouyang Yue pursed his lower lip, as if he understood what Ouyang Feng meant.

Ouyang Yue couldn't tell what his mood was, in short, he was not as worried as he was when he heard that Ouyang Feng was going to take Ouyang Ya as his disciple, and he even felt a little unspeakable joy.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, hinting: "Didn't you arrange the weakest group of the dark guards in the camp over there in City A? They have fighting competitions every afternoon, you might as well take some time this afternoon Take Fu Zhi to test it?"

Fu Zhi, who had recovered from sleep, didn't know that she was about to become Ouyang Feng's apprentice for no reason.

After 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 only felt Ouyang Feng's inexplicable scrutiny.

He smiled warmly like jade, "No. 1 Middle School held a winter camp, and the venue is being selected. You are a recognized student representative in the third year of high school. Come with me to have a look this afternoon."

This was the first time that Fu Zhi saw the principal of No. 1 Middle School in person. He had a literati demeanor in his gestures, not much different from the photos on the bulletin board.

It's just that the pair of eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses frame are slender and deep, giving people an unfathomable feeling.

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

But Ouyang Feng seemed to have expected that she would refuse, and said with a slight smile, "I'm going this time. In the future, I can ask for leave at will. If I don't answer the test papers well, I won't be criticized for my improper attitude."

Fu Zhi: "!!!"

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

Ouyang Feng nodded meaningfully.

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

He took a lonely path.

Fu Zhi was a little motion sick. After opening the car window, he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Generally, winter camps are chosen in a place with good mountains and rivers, so Fu Zhi didn't care much about Ouyang Feng's purpose of taking her up the mountain.

Until the magnetic card is hung on the magnificent iron gate.

"Ding——" sounded, the man in black who was standing on the handle of the door stepped forward, and performed a well-trained military salute to Ouyang: "Boss!"

Fu Zhi: "???"

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

Fu Zhi looked at Ouyang Feng expressionlessly: "Don't you have anything to explain to me?"

"Oh," said Ouyang Feng, "I thought you kids liked cosplay."

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

Well, not a model rifle.

So who are you cosplaying with me here?

Fu Zhi had a serious face.

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

Fu Zhi: "..."

Okay, Fu Zhiren had to bow his head under the eaves, "This cosplay is also quite realistic, then you lead the way, let's watch other cosplays."

Ouyang Feng explained something to the man in black in front of him, and then took Fu Zhi to the base.

Along the way, Fu Zhi felt that he was almost regarded as an endangered rare animal by others.

Fortunately, Ouyang Feng prepared a cup of Strawberry Shake Ice for Fu Zhi, so Fu Zhi's face was not so ugly.

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

In particular, the institutions set up in this base are almost exactly the same as what Fu Zhi saw at Ouyang's house.

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

These people are different from those at the base in the capital.

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

Fu Zhi took another sip of milk tea when he came to the place of peace.

I plan to walk around with Ouyang Feng for a few more times, after all, there are a lot of sophisticated firearms here, which Fu Zhi has never seen before.

One thing to say, Fu Zhi's palms were a little itchy, she wanted to disassemble and assemble other people's firearms for research.

But this is not good.

Impolite, no no no!

Fu Zhi's eyes were glued to the improved version of the revolver, and he even forgot to sip his milk tea.

Ouyang Feng noticed, and suddenly said: "Today, the dark guards have a group arena."

Fu Zhi's eyes still did not move away from the left wheel, and he responded with a "hmm".

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

Ouyang Feng was even more convinced of his decision.

He took Fu Zhi out of the exhibition room, and the two walked towards a large arena built in the base.

The dark team has five teams of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, and their strengths increase sequentially.

This time, the teammate of the Jinzi Team of the Dark Guard participated in the group arena.

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

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

His left hand was injured during the mission, and the three fingers on the back of his left hand were injured and fractured, and they were wrapped twice with white cloth.

After Ji Hou took the stage, he said in a clear voice: "A few days ago, I accidentally got injured a little while escorting the goods for the sideline, but it's not in the way. If you are a man, you can't say you can't do it. It's time to compete!"

Except for the ordinary members, everyone in the audience is the elite of the team. Their own strength is not as good as Ji Hou's, and they have always obeyed Ji Hou.

They all said: "Old Ji is so awesome, it's over!"

Ji Hou was held up by a group of teammates in the audience, and he was not proud of it. He just saluted in Ouyang Feng's direction.

Then he touched the bayonet in the military boots, and said loudly on the stage: "Everyone just ignore my injury. In this competition, we will follow the rules. The ordinary members will come to learn first, and the others will let it go later."

"Okay!" There was a catering voice from the audience.

As expected of being the vice-captain, Ji Hou didn't use his left hand very much and relied on his right hand to attack quickly, quickly knocking down some ordinary members.

The teammates who were kicked down thanked him for his teaching.

With the cold wind howling, Ouyang Feng took Fu Zhi to the ring.

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

Discussions in the dark team are a daily occurrence. There is a gap between the ordinary members and the elite members. What's more, with the vice-captain of the team, isn't it clear that they are waiting for others to abuse them?

The stage was silent for a moment.

Ouyang Feng looked at Fu Zhi who bowed her head and sipped milk tea. Her behavior at the moment was very different from the way she saw the gun just now.

Doesn't she seem to like martial arts very much?

That won't work!

If they really took over the team only by gun design, no one would be convinced, would they?

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

It's far behind the other teams.

What's the matter, Fu Zhi also has to do a few tricks under Ji Hou's hands, right?

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