Chapter 495: The person I like is never a flower in the greenhouse.

Qinghe Group is located in the hinterland of the Central Plains, but unlike other consortia that control several or even more than a dozen barriers, Qinghe Group has only one control area. According to the number of the barrier alliance, it should be the No. 66 barrier.
But over the years, Qinghe Group’s own people have called it the No. 66 barrier, but it is called Los Angeles.
Over time, other people began to control the barrier called Los Angeles.
It is as special as the 178 fortress.
At the time of the initial establishment of the barrier alliance, the Qinghe Group showed a strong side. They had a fixed organization, a solid organizational structure, and many technologies that were retained before the disaster. Of course, they did not retain all of them.
At the beginning, other consortiums were wary of Qinghe Group. It took a long time. Everyone found that Qinghe Group did not seem to be very interested in expanding the territory.
Moreover, the resources of the Central Plains have not seen the Qinghe Group, they are only stubbornly looking for something.
But what is even more strange is that the person who is in charge of the Qinghe Group is now surnamed Xu, and the old Xu family is single-passed. It is said that the ancestors were selling sanitary napkins. Later, a technical genius called promise was issued, and the owner of Qinghe was flying.
However, the owner of Qinghe seems to have no descendants, so Xu Jia will take charge of Qinghe Group, but they always insist that they are only small shareholders. When the heirs of the major shareholders have found it, they will abdicate.
This incident was also passed down as a joke. The world of this wasteland, who would abdicate to the sage?
Today, Qinghe Group has become a very special existence in the Central Plains. It is located between Wang’s, Chen’s and Kong’s consortiums. Wang’s position occupies the northwest of the Central Plains and connects with the northwest. The Kong’s place is located in the northeast and continues to the sea. With Kanto; Zhou is located on the intersection of Sanjiang and radiates to the south.
There are still more than a dozen consortia, but the strength of the three is indeed the strongest.
However, the Qinghe Group is special, not because of its special geographical location, but because of its way of life. Los Angeles has the largest institution of higher learning in the entire barrier alliance, and is the closest to the pre-catastrophe teaching model.
Other consortiums have been serving their own technology since the establishment of the university. All of them have a very utilitarian main direction. All disciplines are researched to improve the strength of the consortium one day. The children of other consortia cannot enter their university.
The difference between Qinghe University is that anyone can go to take the exams, and the teachings are varied. Even on this waste land, there are also art categories.
When the course was opened, many consortiums were jokingly saying that there is still a soil for art survival today.
Moreover, when other consortiums acquired the pre-catastrophe civilization heritage, they focused on laboratory materials and some scientific and technological achievements, while Qinghe Group received everything, and even sent people to find them. They seemed to be particularly interested in calligraphy and painting and antiques. It is the treasure of mankind.
Such a consortium is like a different kind of wasteland. The second consortium can no longer be found in the world.
At this time, Qinghe University just finished class. On the lush campus, students happily walked out of the classroom with their schoolbags. Some people went to the teaching building to go to the next class. Others had no classes, and simply went to participate in community activities.
A girl with a cap carried a bag to the outside of the school, a person, tall and straight.
At this time, someone was shouting at her: "Yang Xiaowei!"
Yang Xiaoyan looked back calmly: "Is there something?"
There are a lot of other people. The person who speaks is a very tall college student. He wears a white shirt and smiles very sunny. He smiles at Yang Xiaoyu: "We have a friendship at night, invite you to join us, start school. You are alone in time, is it not suitable for the pace of life in Los Angeles?"
Yang Xiaoyu shook his head: "I just came to learn knowledge and I am not interested in networking."
Some of the men behind the boy were whispering, and some people seemed to be whispering to the boy: "Don't be tempted, just say it."
The boy seemed to hesitate for a long time and suddenly said: "Yang Xiaoying, I like you, can you give me a chance? I can..."
However, this was interrupted by Yang Xiaoyu: "I have someone I like."
The boy froze at once, didn't know what to say, and he retired.
Yang Xiaoyan shook his head and said: "You see, your feelings are not so deep. Today I refused you. You will re-appreciate others tomorrow. Your so-called like is just a speculative temptation. Once blocked, it will be Retreat immediately."
Suddenly someone whispered next to him: "This is a bit too much."
The boy struggled: "Who do you like, the student council president? Or..."
Yang Xiaoyan shook his head again: "He is not in Los Angeles. You think that the president of the student union is excellent because you have not had the chance to see the world outside, and the person I like, he is never a flower in the greenhouse."
However, Yang Xiaoyu is not sure whether he is still alive. The red-red javelin penetrated the other's body in front of her eyes. The mob organization promised to avenge her, but only if she had to do enough for the mob.
In the past two months, she kept asking her aunt whether she had any other news, but she had a negative answer.
The aunt arranged her to go to Qinghe University to continue her studies, and to understand the details of Qinghe Group, but Yang Xiaoyu was never an ordinary student. She killed someone. She also accompanied someone to build a certain kind in the wilderness. Hope, until that hope is shattered.
But it doesn't matter, she believes that the other party will survive, and she will find out the other side sooner or later.
Yang Xiaoyan turned and left. She walked along Kaiyuan Avenue all the way back to her small nest in Luocheng, and then kept disassembling her own sniper rifle and wiping it at home.
After repeating it several times, I personally pressed all kinds of bullets to control the gunpowder. If the students in the school saw this scene, I am afraid I will be shocked. This is not a toy that the little girl should have.
Until then, Yang Xiaoyu's mood slowly calmed down. In fact, under the calm appearance, there was a warm heart hidden.
She went to the kitchen to make a meal for herself, then crushed the remaining diced green onion and pressed out the juice.
Yang Xiaoyan took a thin brush, then took out a thousand paper cranes from his pocket and opened it. He used a brush to smash the onion juice and wrote a few lines on the white paper, and then re-stacked the paper cranes.
I saw that the thousand paper cranes spread their wings, as if they suddenly came alive and flew away to the west.
After the other party receives the thousand paper cranes, it only needs to be slightly baked on the fire, and the writing inside will appear immediately.