The strongest talent

In the middle of the third month of the lunar calendar, the lanterns at the Kyoto Base begin to light up, and traffic flows continuously on the wide streets, and lights of various colors interweave into a gorgeous sea.

In the middle of Xidan Commercial Street, in front of the Doomsday Bar, Yuan Qing stepped out of the taxi and saw Zhou Yuan waiting there at first sight.

After not seeing each other for more than half a month, Zhou Yuan still looked like a soldier. He stood upright and wore a casual sportswear. He still could not hide his heroic spirit as a Chinese soldier. He came forward with a friendly smile and met Yuan Qing. Shake hands, then walk to the bar, smiling as he goes: "I'm a busy man, it's not easy to invite you to drink. All the students in the class have asked me to ask, when will you have time to give everyone another technical lesson?"

"Let's give it another day. I'm still a little busy recently. Maybe a day or two, maybe three or five days, I can't tell." Yuan Qing smiled as he walked, half joking and half serious: "How are those thorn heads practicing? How are the two little ones doing? Did the fat man lose weight?”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuan couldn't help but laugh.

Yuan Qing was talking about Huang Dongdong and Zhu Tonghai, students from Class A1. They said in the last lecture that practicing spinning skills also requires body shape. Being too fat will inevitably lead to disadvantages; those two little fat guys have been working hard to lose weight recently, control their diet, and use high intensity. Training...I have lost an average of more than ten kilograms, and my figure looks much better.

"If you still remember this, I'll talk to them later and give them a shot of chicken blood." Zhou Yuan walked while laughing, and he and Yuan Qing walked around the vibrating rotating dance floor in the center of the bar, against the beautiful lights in the bar The colorful light passed through the noise of singing and dancing and walked to the reserved private box on the first floor.

The private rooms all have the same decoration, mutated animal skin sofas, wooden wine tables, and soundproofing devices, making them relatively quiet.

"Two gentlemen." In the private room, a voluptuous waitress bowed slightly: "What would you like to order?"

Zhou Yuan reached out and took the smart wine list from the waitress' hand, handed it to Yuan Qing, and said generously: "Yuan Qing, we agreed, I'll pay for this meal, but you can't pay for it."

"OK." Yuan Qing snapped his fingers and quickly clicked on the wine list; Bloody Mary, Huangquan Swamp, Dragon's Kiss, Huoshaoyun, Volcano Love... I ordered double portions of all the spirits I had ever drunk, for a total of More than 30 cups, with a total price of 630,000 alliance coins.

The smile on Zhou Yuan's face froze, and his heart was pounding - Assistant Professor Yuan, when did I offend you? Let's talk about it carefully, please don't do this, okay? 630,000 alliance coins, including subsidies, allowances, and other benefits... My salary in six years has not been this much.

"I'll have a rest today if I'm drunk." Yuan Qing returned the smart wine list to the waitress and said with a smile: "Zhou Yuan, I'm the one who invited you to pay for this meal. It's of great significance... If you don't have enough, please order more. Brother is not short of money. "

The waitress left the box to drink. Zhou Yuan made a fist-clasping gesture full of martial arts atmosphere, and sincerely praised: "Brother is so generous, I admire you. I want an SS-level alloy combat knife. Brother, look..."

Yuan Qing rolled his eyelids and gave this shameless guy two words: "Get out."

"Haha." Zhou Yuan couldn't help but laugh heartily.

Not long after, colorful cocktails were delivered one after another. The two chatted about interesting things in the college and the spinning skills they had been taught. They raised glasses and drank swigs at each other. Something called friendship slowly fermented, and their faces were a little red. , the more we chat, the happier we become.

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"It'll be there soon."

On the Xidan main road in the Kyoto base, a sturdy military-style alloy off-road vehicle was speeding on the road and passed through the red light. The young man surnamed Fan who was driving the off-road vehicle looked through the rearview mirror at Qu who was sitting in the back seat. Zhendong's tone was full of teasing: "Why, after suffering the loss last time, are you still holding back your anger? There's not much use in cramming for the moment. If you practice hard for more than half a month, you might as well come out and relax. Mentality is also a part of practice."

In the back seat, Qu Zhendong was sitting between two young students. The veins on his forehead were twitching and his eyes were blood red. His voice was filled with excitement after exhaustion, implying anger: "Brother Fan, Sister Fan, as long as you let me If we find an opportunity, we will never spare him."

"He is nothing, he just clung to the lap of the King of Siberia." On the passenger seat, the sister of the young man named Fan smiled coldly: "If we really want to kill him, that's all. He is not the King of Siberia. His biological son, would the King of Siberia take such a small favor to heart?"

None of the people in the conversation said who "he" was, but the five people in the car knew clearly that the "he" they were talking about was Yuan Qing.

"Qu Zhendong, your Hongdu Group is useless. You can't even handle it at the grassroots level." The student sitting to the left of Qu Zhendong played with a bone pistol inlaid with animal crystals and made a shot at the crowd outside the car window. He moved the gun, rubbed his lips, and made the sound of a bullet being shot out of the barrel: "piu!"

The student on the right has a fair face, slender hands, and a wisp of flame rising from his fingertips. He lights a slender cigarette himself, and throws another one to Qu Zhendong. He says with a strange tone: "With such a face as the King of Siberia, he is in Kyoto Academy. Let’s go, just leave the academy, hum.”

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and a line of fire shot out from the car window and landed at the door of a shop along the street, causing passers-by to exclaim.

"Zhang Yuncheng, Li Baixing." Qu Zhendong looked at the two people on the left and right, and said in a cold voice: "You make a price, let's set up a game, find a way to get Yuan Qing out of the academy, and join forces to get him, I don't believe we can kill him. "

The bone pistol in Zhang Yuncheng's hand paused slightly, and the flame on Li Baixing's fingertips flickered slightly. The two of them looked at each other across Qu Zhendong, then turned away and sneered at the same time.

"Okay, don't say a few words. We're almost here." The young man surnamed Fan looked at the three of them through the rearview mirror and raised the corner of his mouth: "Old rules, clear the place for the night, Zhendong hasn't been out for a long time, drink more today."

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and the off-road vehicle accelerated forward. Like a rampaging beast, it ran all the way and stopped directly at the door of the Doomsday Bar. They all got out of the car and walked in.

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In the private dining room on the first floor of the Doomsday Bar, Yuan Qing's face was flushed with wine, and he was shaking a glass of red cocktail gently with a smile on his face: "Zhou Yuan, when making friends, you need to be heart-to-heart. I have told you a lot about my experience. You can He has been hiding, tell me what his true identity is - the combat staff officer of a small unit, I don't believe this."

"It's guaranteed to be fake." Zhou Yuan's face was as red as before. He took a sip from a dark blue cocktail, rubbed his forehead and said with a smile: "Yuan Qing, how can I have any real identity? I am really a little consultant. You can guess it by looking at my age. Come on, my position is not that high. To become a staff officer, you have to perform meritorious service and assessment... Look at it, you still don’t believe it.”

The two of them were drinking, chatting and laughing. Suddenly, the door to the box was gently pushed open by the waitress from before. She came in with an apologetic face and bowed slightly: "Two gentlemen, I'm really sorry, there are distinguished guests tonight. Requesting to reserve the venue, drinks that have been consumed will be settled at a 20% discount, and drinks that have not been consumed can be refunded, please bear with me."

"Reserved?" Yuan Qing raised his eyebrows.

I have just drank less than half of the more than 80 cocktails I ordered earlier, and I am far from fully enjoying myself. It is a pity to leave now and not achieve the goal of getting drunk before resting.

Opposite the wooden wine table, Zhou Yuan slowly stood up and said with a smile: "Yuan Qing, you sit down while I go and talk to them. We drink in the private room and it won't have much impact on them. If you really don't want to, let's find another bar. Keep drinking.”

"Okay." Yuan Qing held up the cocktail in his hand and said with a smile, "Don't force it, it's the same wherever you drink it."

Zhou Yuan walked out of the private room. The guests outside were shouting. The lights that were rotating and shaking the dance floor in the center had just been extinguished. Many young people who were not enjoying themselves had ugly expressions. However, when he saw the bone pistol in Zhang Yuncheng's hand in front of the bar, he saw Li Baixing picking it up with his finger. The scarlet flames on his face immediately put away the dissatisfaction on his face, he quickly paid the bill from the bar, and then turned around and left the Doomsday Bar.

"Huh?" The moment he saw the brother and sister surnamed Fan, Zhou Yuan immediately recognized them. They were students in Class A2. They were in the same teaching building or on the same floor. Although they were rarely in the academy, they would know it as long as they had met once. Keep in mind...it will be much easier if we are all classmates.

Zhou Yuan walked forward with a smile on his face, took out the student badge from his pocket and hung it on his chest, and said with a smile: "Classmate, the consumption of the Doomsday Bar is not low, and the cost of booking the venue is not small. I admire you, I admire you. Let's discuss it and see if we can be accommodating. For a moment, we will stay in the private room, just the two of us, so we won’t disturb anyone else.”

"The private rooms are also part of the bar. I want to reserve them. All private rooms are mine." The young man surnamed Fan glanced at the student badge on Zhou Yuan's chest, raised his eyebrows, and sneered: "Intermediate A1 class? Other classes are fine. , if you’re not the only class, who do you think you are and you want me to be accommodating?”

Zhou Yuan narrowed his eyes and his voice suddenly turned cold: "You say it again?!"

Behind the bar, the expression of the bar manager on duty changed instantly, and his finger gently pressed the emergency notification button on the smart watch; while Zhang Yuncheng, Li Baixing, and Qu Zhendong, their eyes fell on Zhou Yuan's face at the same time, each with a sneer on their face - - None of them spoke, obviously led by the Fan family brothers and sisters, waiting for them to speak.

"It seems that you have a bit of a temper." The young man surnamed Fan casually picked up a glass of cocktail on the bar, took a sip, and said with a playful expression on his face: "I like people with temper the most, do you want to drink, right? I’ll reserve the venue but not the toilet, so you can go hold the toilet and drink to your heart’s content, haha!”

The younger sister of the young man surnamed Fan glanced at Zhou Yuan's face with a cold look on her face: "Let me advise you, if you know what's going on, then leave quickly. If you don't know what's going on, don't blame us for being merciless. My brother asked you to hold the toilet." You must go!"

Swish, swish, swish!

As soon as the woman finished speaking, Zhang Yuncheng, Li Baixing, and Qu Zhendong swayed their steps at the same time, instantly surrounding Zhou Yuan in the center.

Just at this time……

"Old Zhou, what's going on? The discussion hasn't been completed for so long?" Yuan Qing walked out of the private room with a glass of cocktail in hand. Under the flickering lights of the bar, among the mottled figures on the central dance floor, in a somewhat chaotic environment Inside, the first thing he saw was Qu Zhendong opposite Zhou Yuan.

At the same time, almost everyone's eyes fell on Yuan Qing's face; Qu Zhendong clenched his fists instantly, with bulging veins on his forehead and anger rising in his heart. He gritted his teeth and looked at Zhou Yuan: "I'm drinking with you. Man, is it him?!"