Chapter 3: Unlike some serious principals

Three men and one woman got off the high-speed locomotive.
Among them, three men may have debuted in combination. The three heads were dyed red, green, and yellow respectively. Standing together, they were a standard set of traffic lights. Ms. hit the shirt with the just-beautiful little girl, and a leather jacket was hung outside the underwear. It seems that this outfit may be the winter fashion of the local female hooligan, which is quite popular.
The four of them descended from the sky. They didn't seem to be good people, but they stood in a row behind the shaky black bar, but they all scratched their heads and didn't dare to say a word.
Several people pushed each other underneath for a moment, and finally, the "traffic light combination" worked together to push out the only woman among them.
The female cyclist who wanted grace and temperature did not hold the cold face of the gentleman at the back door of the bar. She took a firm look. She said stupidly: "That person has a strange shield. lost……"
The man looked at her expressionlessly, and saw the female cyclist sneeze and almost spit out his lungs.
The little boy who had just stopped pumping was startled by this ferocious sneeze, sitting on the ground with a bird-like ass, sighing and crying again.
The man holding the cigarette bowed his head, and the little boy gave him a glance. After a glance, the boy's twitching choked in his throat, he didn't dare to sting.
"Come a policeman, don't line up here, come in." A man who stopped the Ye Ye crying with one hand picked up the little boy, turned his head at the riders and nodded, Yu Guang glanced at the embarrassed corner The girl said something to her, "You too."
The locomotive rushed in like a pardon.
The girl got up and hesitated, but the heating coming from the bar quickly disintegrated her will. She scratched the scratch on the back of her hand, picked up the luggage, and followed in.
The bar is very old-fashioned, with a tattered chic, the sweetness of rum floating in the air, and jazz on the bar. It should have been closed at this time, and the waiter and bartender were not there. Only the man who opened the door was the boss.
"A bistro, dragged like this?" The girl thought puzzledly. At this moment, she faintly felt that something was moving on the shelf near the table. At first, she thought it was a swaying light. Take a closer look. With a pair of small cold eyes, she leaned back, startled, and then she could see clearly that there was a big green lizard lying on it.
"It's okay, this thing is too lazy to bite." The boss put the little boy on the high stool opposite the girl, and asked her again, "What to drink?"
The girl looked back: "Beer."
The boss glanced at her: "How old are you?"
At this time, the girl saw the boss's looks clearly by the light—the man was black hair, and although the facial contour was quite deep, she could still see that it was of oriental origin. The sleeves of his shirt were pulled to his elbows, and his arms were wide open, exposing a strong chest and a well-defined belly. He noticed that the girl was looking at him, and then fastened two buttons.
There was an old scar on the man's neck, which went down from his throat to his shoulders, and was hidden in his shirt, making him more dangerous for no reason. He smoked a cigarette, squinted a little in the smoke, and there was a stubble on the chin that was not shaved. It can be said that it was very shabby, but even if it became a bear, he did not look frivolous. It may be his dark gray eyes.
Those eyes are special, reminiscent of the dense misty valley, deep and cold.
When the girl's eyes touched him, she subconsciously looked away and replied briefly, "Fifty."
The boss squinted his eyelids: "Speak human."
This girl is a gangster who is unrestrained. She has never been afraid, but she is inexplicable. She can't lift her head in front of the little bar owner, and her gray eyes make her nervous-not the woman who saw the handsome man This kind of tension is the tension of the truant bear child looking at the director of education, and the late rookie looking at the boss.
So she bowed her head, and flexed and stretched herself in half: "Twenty-five."
At this moment, a sudden white light flashed in front of her eyes, and the girl responded slowly, covering her face with hindsight: "What are you doing!"
An invisible personal terminal floated on the boss's wrist, swiped at the girl, an identity file immediately floated in the air, two smokes were emitted from his nose, and a long eyebrow was raised slightly, saying the girl's name: " Huang ... quiet? "
The girl blew her hair: "Why do you look at my ID?"
The boss ignored it, and said, "You're also Jing Jing? That's a good name. It's the same name as the wife of the Secretary-General of the Alliance."
What is the meaning of "Mrs. Secretary-General of the Alliance"? For the little sister of the eighth galaxy, it sounds like "scientist names extraterrestrial black holes in the small intestine"-I haven't heard of it, I don't know.
But not everyone can check other people's information at will, and she still has this common sense. The girl stared at the man in full alert: "Is the mother hitting a note?"
The boss ignored her rhetoric: "Born in August 259 in the New Star Calendar, little bunny, just sixteen?"
The girl with a stubborn neck was swept away by his gaze and was three inches shorter for no reason.
The boss reached out and the identity information floating on his wrist was dissipated on the spot. A robotic hand took a bottle of milk from the counter freezer, poured two glasses, and placed it in front of the girl Huang Jingying and the little boy opposite her. Humanistically touched the head of the lizard. It is a pity that the lizard is a cold-blooded animal, and it is not rare to have another cold paw, so it shrank its head and crawled away slowly.
"A minor, what do you care about?" Said the boss. "Not even going home in the middle of the night, and drawing a grimace here. What about your adults? No one cares about you?"
"What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you? My old lady is a 'black hole'," the young girl slaps at the table, "how much nonsense, I want beer, isn't it enough to give money!"
As soon as the words came to an end, even the music at the bar paused intelligently, everyone's eyes were strangely gathered on the girl, and the red-haired motorcycle driver in the "traffic light combination" spit out the wine in his mouth and coughed. This is earthshaking. Mr. Green Hair raised his sleeve tremblingly, wiped his spray-painted face, turned his head and asked, "What do you say you are?"
As we all know, the democratic government of the Eighth Galaxy is just like a disposable lunch box, and so on, and the governments of the planets are simply not as good as scratch paper, and the police station is probably only a signpost, and no one takes them seriously. Now that the government has said no, somebody has to say the last word. Over time, this has caused the situation of gangs to become popular. The eighth galaxy has many gangs, each with its own territory, and is the "invisible government" of each planet.
And the "invisible government" entrenched in Beijing's beta star is called a "black hole". The source of income is protection fees. Sometimes it also does some killing and arson business.
There is a mysterious power-holder in the black hole, named Lin. Whether "Lin" or "Lynn" cannot be tested, anyway, they all call him "Four Brothers". There are various opinions about the origin of Si Brother. Some people say that he is a wanted criminal, and some people say that he is a star pirate ashore. However, for several years, this person became famous in the "black hole", first becoming the predecessor's confidant, and then becoming the current predecessor.
How did Sige climb to the top of this food chain? There are many legends full of conspiracy and flesh in the folk. I do n’t know if it is true or not. Anyway, this kind of story has a vast market in the eighth galaxy.
All the hooligans and little sisters on the Beijing β star want to be the next four brothers. Their vision of the "black hole" is just as devoted as that of Votto's wealthy children's vision of Wulan College.
The young girl Huang Jingying said loudly: "Black holes, haven't you heard of black holes on Beijing stars?"
The female motorcycle rider listened to her words and looked at the girl's thick makeup that could not cover her childish face, and she was happy: "The fourth brother is poor, even child labor?"
The girl raised her eyebrows and waited for her lips to turn against each other, but before she opened her embroidery mouth and exhaled a stream of dark smoke, she saw the boss wipe her hands and instructed the next robot to say, "Call Lu Bixing."
The manipulator compared the gesture of "ok" and said in a tablet voice: "Call principal Lu—"
The girl was shocked: "You ..."
"How do I know which school you are from?" The boss asked for her, and then asked and answered, "The underages of the eighth galaxy posing as black holes are all students of that grandson."
As soon as his voice fell, the manipulator stumbled, and "the grandson" 's phone was connected.
The manipulator just changed the cold electronic sound of the tablet into a man's voice, and a low and soft voice came out of the manipulator's palm: "It's rare, how do you think of me?"
The boss replied briefly: "You come here, lost and found."
"Well?" The principal Lu asked with a smile, "What have I lost?"
He speaks lazily, like singing, but the words are very clear, the ending with a nasal sound, looks very sloppy, it sounds like no serious principal.
"A bear child, called Huang Jinglian, check if it's your school."
The manipulator gave a meal. Then, the voice of the "midnight column host" immediately turned three octaves, and the speed of light switched to the "news" mode: "What, what happened? Where are you?"
The boss has not answered yet. A small silver sword suddenly flashed on the wrist of the robot. The boss's gaze fixed and he immediately got up and put on a coat. At the same time, he said to the robot: "Don't talk nonsense," Hurry up and take them away. "
After speaking, he ended the call without saying a word. As soon as he reached out, the manipulator behind the bar immediately fell off the base and automatically shrunk, and the armband buckled on the boss's arm—like a trained live parrot!
The young girl Huang Jingying grew up in the mountain stream of the eighth galaxy. She had never seen the world before, and was stunned.
The boss said "Penny, you look at the house" and hurried away from the back door.
As soon as he walked on his front feet, he heard the sound of "Ding Dong". A sleepy middle-aged man wearing a police uniform and a probe came in and smiled politely at the demon-like motorcycle riders: "Why, I heard Something trivial needs me to deal with. "
"Just that," the female rider named Penny raised his chin at the little boy in the corner. "Lost child, take it away."
"Okay, no problem, Miss Penny, rest assured." The little brother-like police enthusiastically hugged the little boy, patted the child's back skillfully, and quickly coaxed the little boy who was scared. Honestly, he then glanced down and asked with a smile, "So what ... was the fourth brother just now?"
The bad girl, Huang Jingying, was yawned and returned with a yawn, her jaw was almost dislocated.
Penny looked at her with a smile.
"Unfortunately," she pushed out the toothpick in her mouth, and Yan Hong moved the corner of her mouth, pointing at the closed back door. "Just left."