MTL - After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain-Chapter 77 077

77/Seven Streams

Lu Yan came to have his own hands, so he didn't need Tang Xun'an to hold an umbrella. What's more, he likes to sleep wet when it rains.

But a word from the system changed his attitude.

[Shen Qingyang is nearby. ]

[Tsk tsk, this kid likes you. ]

This matter, Lu Yan knows, he is not stupid.

The system does not have any problems with Shen Qingyang even being a child. Shen Qingyang came out to work as soon as he completed the nine-year compulsory education. ‌The family was poor and had no money for him to study. Her biological parents are missing, and she was raised by her alcoholic adoptive parents. It's okay to have only one face.

He was only 20 when he met Lu Yan. In the ward, he broke a leg. Orthopedic surgery is expensive, and he has neither social security nor medical insurance. Because he has no money, he sneaks away at night. He was caught by Lu Yan who had just finished the operation at 3:00 in the morning.

Lu Yan: "Your skeletal condition is still unstable, so you can't be discharged from the hospital."

He turned around and paid him the medical bills.

Because the half of his life was too miserable, Shen Qingyang actually didn't know how to complain, and if he had time to grieve in the spring and autumn, it would be better to move two more bricks. But after meeting Lu Yan, he knew.

It's not that Lu Yan is bad, it's that this is too good.

He pulled him out of the quagmire, and it seemed that he had had a very hard 20 years before his death.

He was almost morbidly obsessed with this one,

From the moment he became a pollutant, Shen Qingyang knew very well that he had lost the qualification to stand by his side. Unless Lu Yan also becomes a monster like him.

He is jealous. Shen Qingyang couldn't figure out the reason, just jealous. Jealous of everyone who can stand beside Lu Yan.

He looked like an incompetent, furious clown.

Lu Yan turned his head calmly and glanced. His eyes, not only visual organs, are more like a camera. Can store images in mind in a short period of time.

It's just that there are quite a few nearby, and he didn't find Shen Qingyang's shadow from them.

[He has a mimesis, you can't find him. The little octopus didn't plan to join the team of the research institute this time, but now it's gone. ]

"For ‌‌?"

The system's tone was inexplicably gloating: [Because, he felt that Tang Xun'an would go there if something like the bombing of the research institute happened. ]

The place where the classmates meet is in the restaurant opposite the school.

It's more of a small Vanity Fair than a reunion party.

After graduation, the grades in school are no longer the focus. The focus is on how you work now and how much you earn.

Lu Yan is good, and his grades are better. Although it's low-key, I can't stand it like a giant glowing light, hooking it. Not to mention he got off a Bentley with a market value of several million.

As soon as he entered the field, the squad leader greeted him enthusiastically.

"Lu Yan, long time no see. Brother, you died!"

The squad leader is an enthusiastic Northeastern member. He came to give Lu Yan a hug, but when he stretched out his arm, he suddenly felt a little cold behind him. He turned his head again and saw a cold-faced cool guy standing beside Lu Yan. , so he had to put down his arms embarrassingly.

In order to go out to meet ‌, Tang XunAnte brought a black color contact lens.

"Hey, this is the family!" The squad leader teased, then stretched out his hand, "Hello, this is Lu Yan's roommate."

Tang Xun'an politely stretched out his hand and reported his name: "Tang Xun'an."

"Xiao Lu really fell in love without saying a word," the squad leader happily arranged Lu Yan to the banquet, and also gave Tang Xun'an a seat, "Which university did you graduate from and where did you go to? "

When the monitor was in school, he was in the student union. In his junior year, he went abroad to exchange for two years. After that, he stayed at the school as a counselor. Outgoing and smooth.

He believes that his condition is good and his family background is good, so when he meets Tang Xun'an, although he feels completely defeated in appearance, he still has the meaning of comparison.

Lu Yan did the math, Tang Xunan joined the Tinder program at the age of 18, and most likely it was too late to get a college degree. As for the special operation, it is not open to the public like other agencies at present, and most of them have never heard of it; so I am going to pass it on.

Unexpectedly, Tang Xun'an's expression was extraordinarily magnanimous: "Graduated from the National Defense Military Academy. At present, there are few ranks."

The squad leader was stunned and was speechless for a moment.

It's impossible for him, Tang Xun'an didn't even reach the age of 30, how could he possibly have a lesser rank.

But the aura on the other side is too tyrannical, and it is not ordinary at once, and there is a chill that is unique to the military. So much so that the squad leader did not dare to refute it.

The squad leader quietly took out his mobile phone and asked his grandfather who was still working in the army.

Grandpa replied quickly: "Where did you hear this name?"

The squad leader briefly explained the matter, and grandpa only sent two words: "offer".

These two words completely shocked the squad leader.

He raised his glass with a smile on his face: "Brother Tang, you can just be Xiao Wang."

The squad leader turned grief and anger into strength and began to drag Tang Xun'an to drink.

Lu Yan doesn't drink alcohol, and simply doesn't like the kind of feeling that makes it hard to think after being paralyzed.

Tang Xun'an didn't drink much, but he didn't refuse. He knows how much he can drink, and he won't get too drunk.

"Your Yanyan is the most juicy cabbage in the whole hospital." The squad leader drank, and his eyes were red, "...you, you are not good at Yanyan, it doesn't matter who you are. ‌Fight with you."

Tang Xun'an couldn't hold back, and let out a sneer that belonged to a powerful old man.

The eye sockets of the system are wet: [This is also ‌‌‌. ]

Lu Yan: "..."

Lu Yan didn't like to socialize, so he agreed to come to the meeting for the sake of his own teacher.

The monitor, Professor Zhao is still on the road, stuck in traffic.

His attention drifted to the conversation at the lead table.

"Have you heard, the teacher from Changming University's medical school has been lost again."

"Teacher" is the honorary title given to bequest donors by the medical profession. Changming University is a general department near Yanda University, which offers medicine.

In the past, around 2050, there was still the vulgar custom of yin marriage in some backward areas. So the bodies of young ladies are occasionally stolen and sold for money. But after entering the 22nd century, with the strengthening of security measures, this kind of thing has rarely happened.

"Have you called the police?"

"Reported. There was no surveillance. There were security guards all night, and I didn't see anyone approaching..." One person lowered his voice, "My high school classmate is studying medicine in Changming. During the recent period, many teachers of Changming University have been bitten on their bodies. Some of them are only half eaten, sigh. When they were doing experimental teaching, when they opened the shroud, it was full of blood. I called the hospital that sent it, and it was still fine when it came."

"No... there's a ghost, right?" You heard the trembling in his heart, and touched the white sweat on his arm.

The people present here are all outstanding young people who have received higher education, and many of them are still staunch supporters of atheists: "Most of them are rumors!"

Lu Yan was not very interested in the food outside, and since he became an initiator, his desire to eat has also decreased a lot.

Holding a teacup in his hand, he felt that there might not be a ghost, but there was no pollution.

Out of caution, Lu Yan turned on his phone and sent the news to the prevention and control center. Hope you can always send someone there when you have time.

Prevention and control of pollution is also one of the tasks of the members of the special operation.

Half an hour after the opening ceremony, Professor Zhao, who was in his sixtieth year, finally arrived late.

Professor Zhao Ke came to the door, and the students who were present got up one after another and went up to meet them, one "teacher" one after another.

He has been teaching for many years, and the doctors are benevolent and full of peach and plum, and he has always been deeply loved.

"I'm sorry, classmates. I had a minor operation today, so I'm a little late." Zhao Ke said cheerfully.

It's only been a few years since he hadn't seen him, and Zhao Ke, who was full of energy, has already appeared a little old-fashioned.

The monitor said: "My wife passed away some time ago... The teacher was very hit by this and chose to retire directly. This time the class reunion also has plans to let him relax."

Tang Xun'an was a little drunk after drinking, but he wasn't really drunk after all. At the moment when Zhao Ke opened the door, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He turned his head and whispered in Lu Yan's ear, "Did you smell it?"

Lu Yan took a sniff and smelled the faint smell of formalin, which was not a pleasant smell, but he was used to it.

However, Lu Yan knew clearly that Tang Xun Anken didn't let him hear this.

[Your teacher has been exposed to pollutants. Smell left. ]

Lu Yan was inconvenient to expose the system, so he had to pretend he didn't know: "‌‌?"

Tang Xun'an couldn't control the urge to bite Lu Yan's earlobe. So much so that he was in a trance for a moment, unable to give an answer in the first time.

As you can see, drinking is really wrong.

Tang Xun'an said slowly, "The smell of pollutants."