The fake daughter-in-law holds the script of Long Aotian

The widely publicized military mutiny was scheduled to take place at seven o'clock in the morning.

Shen Mian yawned and walked out of the bedroom, and found her elusive roommate and dormitory chief, Crown Prince Cynthia, sitting on the sofa in the common living room.

It was obviously for her.

"You don't look too good," Cynthia put down the magazine and smiled: "Would you like to have breakfast with me?"

Shen Mian recovered from his sleepiness: "Thank you..."

"I'll cook it myself."

Shen Mian immediately changed his mind: "Then I would rather obey your orders than be respectful."

Two minutes passed.

"So, what you cooked for breakfast was fried steak?"

Shen Mian sat at the dining table, watching Cynthia take out the packaged steak from the refrigerator, melt butter in the pan, and finally experienced what a novel experience it was to be fucked.

Shen Mian said politely with difficulty: "I didn't expect you to like cooking."

"Is running a big country like cooking small dishes?" Cynthia pressed the steak until it sizzled and got right to the point. "The maximum cost for new students is 10 SS and 100 S. It is best not to have a family background above the count. "

"Take it easy and don't make too much of a fuss," Cynthia said, flipping the steak. "If we have a big business, we cannot tolerate the presence of some pests. Don't destroy the stability we have worked so hard to maintain."

"Do you need me to arrange some guards?"

"No need," Shen Mian said very naturally: "Don't worry, except for jokes and gossip, these carrots will leave nothing behind from the meeting."

"Can you reveal it in advance?"

"Use magic to defeat magic?" Shen Mian raised his chin: "Or it can be said to be biological control."

"Then I'm relieved," Cynthia didn't know whether she understood or not, so she changed the subject: "I saw Celia's lost back last night."

"Even though she is a little older, she is still an incredible beauty. I feel pity for her." Cynthia's tone was no different from her chatting tone. "Do you like the old one, or the young one?"

Shen Mian was stunned for a moment before realizing that Cynthia was talking about the doneness of the steak.

"Something tender."

The next second, the plate was placed in front of Shen Mian.

Shen Mian picked up the knife and cut the steak.

A drop of blood flowed down the cross section.

……

A large amount of blood spurted out from the large hole in Wang Guangzong's chest.

It is now 13:25 in the afternoon of the incident.

The frightened shouts of dozens of boys around him could not be heard clearly. He covered the wound blankly, trying to stop the loss of blood.

But to no avail.

It's strange that there is so much blood in my body.

At the last moment of his life, he used his rusty brain to recall everything today like a revolving door.

Countless doubts lingered in his mind, and he would never get the answer until his death.

With such a perfect plan and such an unbreakable alliance, why did things irreversibly deteriorate to this point?

Why did I die like a clown when I was obviously supposed to be a hero?

Ah, yes! It’s all little Hunter, why didn’t he come!

It's all his fault!

……

At 12 o'clock at noon that day, it was already the time that little Hunter had agreed with everyone.

But his figure has not appeared for a long time. Not only him, but also several SS and others who often surround him are nowhere to be seen.

Excluding the SS and others who were promised during the meeting, there was suddenly no news today. There were only nearly twenty SS and others present, including Wang Guangzong.

I don't know the truth, but there are quite a lot of S's who came to the sorority party stupidly, and they are gathering together to discuss how to choose a concubine later.

What's the use of this rabble?

Time passed for five minutes, but little Hunter still didn't come, and SS and the others were already distraught.

"Don't you dare come," someone said, "He is hiding behind, but he tells us to come forward."

"Actually, if you think about it, the school didn't punish us very much, and it didn't force us to put on makeup and look like sissies. Isn't it okay if they don't do it and I don't?"

Someone said angrily: "As for the differential treatment, I didn't plan to stay in the Sixth Army. My family has already made arrangements for me. I just came to get my diploma. Why am I messing with you blindly."

"That's right, small things can be tolerated and they'll be over. There's no need for a man to be so sensitive."

"Actually, I wanted to say yesterday that you are a bit too radical. Can't you raise your opinion with the school? We boys account for only a small portion of the freshmen. Can the school really openly discriminate against us?"

Another ten minutes passed, but little Hunter hadn't arrived yet, and there were only five or six SS and others left.

The S's also noticed that something was vaguely wrong, and quickly found excuses to disperse. There were still dozens of idiots and scoundrels left, still waiting for the "sorority" to send them women, and they were making a lot of noise.

The midday sun is annoying.

Wang Guangzong is still here. His withdrawal from school is imminent, so he can't leave. He still has to hope for a comeback today.

His face was extremely ugly, and he roared at Lu Heng: "You still can't contact little Hunter?"

Lu Heng was calm and frightened: "I could still contact him this morning, but now there is no news at all. What should I do?"

Wang Guangzong's eyeballs almost bulged out of his sockets, and he growled: "What should I do? You ask me what to do!"

Lu Heng continued in a deep voice: "Little Hunter gave me the infiltration route map and contact codes, otherwise..."

Or...or what?

Lu Heng's hint was very effective.

Wang Guangzong's sun-burnt head suddenly realized that the most important thing in their plan was him as the leader. Does it matter whether little Hunter comes or not?

Nothing.

Although we have less than a hundred people now, there are still hundreds of seniors waiting to join us. These people are enough to cause major public opinion incidents.

A huge sense of mission seemed to weigh heavily on Wang Guangzong.

He thought about being rejected from transferring classes, about his sisters, about the conditions under Xiao Heng's charter, and about the inferiority complex and resentment he felt after coming to school because of poverty.

"Done!" He swallowed and said to Lu Heng, "Give me the thing. It's not your turn to make a sound here."

Lu Heng shrugged and disappeared into the crowd.

How to gather people's hearts and incite hatred in the middle is omitted.

It was impossible to break into the school hospital head-on. They could only sneak in according to the route map. The school hospital was very quiet during the lunch break, and their infiltration went very smoothly.

Wang Guangzong felt relieved and even felt a little complacent.

This pleasure lasted until he reached his destination.

When he opened the door, his face turned pale for a moment, and he turned his head not knowing who he was asking.

"Why, why, there's nothing here?"

There is no signal transceiver device, and there is no so-called senior.

All the premise of the plan disappeared at this moment.

From the very beginning, it was all just a scam.

This is just an ordinary warehouse.

Only one doctor on duty, who had an ordinary face and no memory, stood up and looked at them in surprise.

Wang Guangzong felt hot blood pouring into his brain, mixed with anger, shame and anger, turning into an extreme desire for destruction and violence.

In a daze, he grabbed some sharp object and stabbed it towards the doctor on duty.

Then he was punched directly through the chest.

Amidst the shouts of drake all around him, he heard the doctor sigh: "Oh, I have today too, it's my retribution."

The doctor's badge flashed in front of Wang Guangzong before he died:

——"Intern doctor, Suyun"

At six o'clock that night, all the freshmen's mobile terminals received two notifications.

"Freshman Wang Guangzong gathered his classmates to attack a doctor because of a medical dispute. He died due to self-defense and failed to save his life. 56 freshmen involved in the medical dispute were expelled."

The second news is that little Hunter was seriously injured and unable to continue his studies, so he had no choice but to suspend school.