Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Lu Ziming hung up the phone, sat alone on a rock and smoked several cigarettes, raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of his motherland, at the border defense line that stretched for thousands of miles.

A young man in green military uniform ran over and said to Lu Ziming respectfully: "Brother Yun, I'm looking for you."

Lu Ziming nodded, threw the unfinished cigarette in his hand to the ground, stood up and walked towards a large courtyard. Along the way, he met many people in military uniforms with guns. They were patrolling to protect the safety of the surroundings. When they saw him, they all called out "Hello, Brother Yun" in unison.

When we arrived, the eldest brother's face did not look very good. He was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed, while a beautiful woman in cheongsam was kneeling beside him. The light pink color of her dress made her look even more beautiful.

The cheongsam woman had a hint of charm in the corners of her eyes and a blush on her face that had not yet faded, which made people think of something else at first sight.

Lu Ziming pretended not to smell the lingering smell of decadence in the air and stood aside. The woman then picked up the boiling water, gently made a cup of tea and placed it aside.

"Brother, you are looking for me."

"Come on, sit down first and talk."

The eldest brother slowly opened his eyes and said in annoyance, "Somehow, the land to the west of us was discovered by local farmers, and they called the police. I sent someone to check, and the batch of goods was basically wiped out. You clean up the mess and don't let anyone trace us back."

Lu Ziming also showed a gloomy expression and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck, it's almost mature, how come someone found it? Don't worry, big brother, I will solve this matter as soon as possible."

"It's up to you to decide."

The eldest brother fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand, frowned and warned: "Also, you must be very careful about the transaction with them. On that day, no one is allowed to bring communication equipment. Have someone prepare signal interception to prevent anyone from disobeying."

"By the way, how about the undercover agent I found last time?"

Lu Ziming raised the corners of his mouth slightly, picked up the betel nut on the table, threw it into his mouth and chewed it, then he revealed a cruel smile.

"He's still very stubborn. He's still in the water dungeon. I went to take a look yesterday. I don't think he'll last long."

The boss nodded silently. Besides Lu Ziming, there would be other people who would report this information to him. He naturally knew that Lu Ziming was telling the truth. He then revealed a bloodthirsty look: "If you really can't pry anything out, deal with the person and let those people see the consequences of betraying me."

Lu Ziming seemed to have thought of something. He paused for a moment while chewing betel nut and said hesitantly, "Boss, the eldest lady has been getting close to a boy recently. Should we intervene?"

After saying this, he quietly picked up the tea and took a sip. His long, thick eyelashes hid the hint of mockery in his eyes. He quietly waited for the man whose reverse scale was touched to have his reason devoured by anger, and step by step walked towards the trap he had spent several years setting.

He silently went over every step of the plan in his mind, not wanting to miss anything. Such caution and calmness made Lu Ziming dazed for a moment, as if he saw the figure of his good friend.

He looked forward to the time when they would meet at the top.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Ziming looked up the Oxford International Symposium and read the introductions over and over again, not wanting to miss a single word. Only then did he realize how far the boy who had shared half of the roasted sweet potato with him in the cold winter had come.

Chang Qing was the only student who gave a report at this international seminar, which attracted a lot of attention. She was like a stone from the barren land in the mountains, which, after repeated polishing, emitted a light that shocked the world.

Several good friends called to congratulate him, and even his former classmates sent him messages. After Chang Qing politely replied, he no longer read those polite and flattering messages.

Seeing that her former class monitor had also sent a message, Chang Qing asked everyone how they knew about this. After all, she was not the type of person who liked to show off everywhere. After receiving the invitation letter, she only told Lu Ziming and her parents.

After the message was sent, the person on WeChat quickly responded: Last night, Xu Anxi said this in the class group and also sent a screenshot...

Chang Qing thought about it and logged into QQ which he had not used for a long time, only to find that the class group already had 99+ members. When the students first entered college, there were some messages in this class group every few days. As the students became familiar with the new life and new environment, the class group gradually became deserted and lay in the corner of QQ, gathering dust.

I scrolled down and saw a person without a name posted a screenshot with my name on it.

This picture instantly caused a huge uproar.

Several classmates who, in her impression, were Lu Ziming's younger brothers were the first to put two question marks, obviously not knowing the significance of this picture. Then they saw Xu Anxi explaining to them excitedly, and his words and deeds showed great excitement.

Chang Qing raised his eyebrows slightly. In a forum like this, ordinary people would not pay attention to areas that they are not interested in unless they are in the circle.

It seems that this high school classmate is also in the circle.

She thought for a moment, silently reciting the name Xu Anxi. In her memory, Xu Anxi was a boy about 1.7 meters tall, neither fat nor thin, wearing thick glasses, and often sitting in his seat and doing questions silently.

His grades have always been in the upper-middle range, and he could attend a good second-tier university. Tao Xingqing said that during the college entrance examination, he did not perform well in the Chinese subject because he had eaten a steamed bun in the morning. He scored 20 to 30 points less than in the monthly exams organized by the school. He then repeated a year and was finally admitted to the university of his choice.

Chang Qing himself likes to focus on his own affairs, and he has only heard a little about the plight of his high school classmates after the college entrance examination.

However, she had a good impression of Xu Anxi, so she sent a message to him, wanting to ask about his recent situation.

After all, we are all in the same circle and high school classmates, so it would be nice to help each other in the future.

After a few minutes, there was still no reply, so she put the phone aside and busy herself with her own things.

It was not until the evening that I found that Xu Anxi had replied, and he replied in a series of words, mostly words of admiration, and then he carefully asked two academic questions.

After Chang Qing replied, a message was sent from the other side very quickly. The two of them started discussing the matter one after another until after the early morning, and they still felt reluctant to leave.

Xu Anxi: "Time flies by so fast. It's already past 12 o'clock."

Chang Qing: "Well, go to sleep."

After tonight's discussion, Chang Qing found that Xu Anxi had a very solid foundation and many unexpected viewpoints. The two became more and more familiar with each other. Sometimes they didn't even need to talk. Just by showing a picture, they could guess what the other person wanted to say.

"Su He, I have found several schools. Can you help me choose a better one?"

Chang Qing glanced at those schools. In terms of their majors, these schools were almost on par with each other.

She thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you come to my place?"

Xu Xi'an sent a crying expression, followed by a long paragraph.

"Boss, the admission score of your school is really too high. It is much higher than those of 985 universities. I feel that the road to admission is long and the path to graduate school is endless."

He was a little frustrated: "I feel that with my ability, it's a little hard for me to get into the schools I just selected, let alone your school. I wouldn't even dare to dream of it. I have a clear idea of ​​my own abilities."

Chang Qing: "Try it, I'll help you with your studies."

After some hesitation, Xu Anxi finally decided to apply to Changqing's school. After all, everyone has to have a dream, and there are big guys giving him special treatment. He didn't believe that he really couldn't get into this school.

After making the decision, Chang Qing went to see his teacher the next day and asked him to recruit two younger disciples for him to exploit next year.

The teacher looked at her in surprise: "Last time I asked you, didn't you say you didn't need to recruit?"