Pokémon the Second Reality

"Xiaoyu told me that you are investigating this case."

Shangguan Qinglin stretched out her hand. Her hands were white and slender. Xia Wushuang looked a little green, but she finally gritted her teeth and held it. However, he hadn't fully felt her tenderness yet, so he politely withdrew his flawless hands, generously and appropriately.

Xia Wushuang smiled slightly and said, "Miss Shangguan, there must be many people chasing you."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately regretted it, not because it would be embarrassing if he was rejected; but because one day, there will be such a living and stunning woman standing in front of you, generous and gentle, as if she was gifted to you by God. No one would be willing to open a gift; regrettably, as soon as he spoke the words, he easily revealed his true feelings, fearing that he would offend the beautiful woman and become strangers again.

And you and I have just begun to get acquainted.

Shangguan Qinglin is a very considerate woman. She smiled and said: "There are many boring people. There are probably no people who know me and understand me yet." This was an understatement, but in her early years, she was still studying at Fudan University. When I was an undergraduate, there was a popular saying among my classmates: "It's hard to reach the sky even if an official smiles."

That year Fudan started school, and the world's elite gathered here. There are only a few schools of this kind in the entire land of China, and all kinds of talented young people and scientific madmen are everywhere at once. To put it exaggeratedly, when new students are checking in, the person you might accidentally bump into will be Einstein or Michael Jackson of China in the future. That kind of scene is almost the same as the scenes of the Gao Dynasty in several martial arts novels by Mr. Jin Yong. For example, the six sects of Yitian besieged Guangmingding, and the battle of Tianlong Shaoshi Mountain was really turbulent and there were many masters.

At that moment, not long after Shangguan Qinglin, a lady from the south of the Yangtze River, walked into the gate of Fudan University for the first time, she was awarded the honor of "Tie Hua" by the good guys. In those years, I don’t know how many handsome men sang for her downstairs in the dormitory, but after all, she was not the ignorant Xiuxiu who listened to songs in the border town and dreamed of picking saxifrages.

She is Shangguan Qinglin, who grew up in the spirituality of the Jiangnan water town. Therefore, ordinary things cannot be noticed by her, and many young talents and high-level government officials who have never failed to conquer a city among girls can't even get a good look when they come to her.

"What a fool." Shangguan Qinglin looked at Xia Wushuang, who was now honest, and said with a smile in her heart.

Shangguan Qinglin likes the most primitive beauty. In her words, you can only experience the beauty of the city by taking a bus; on the bus, your rhythm will follow the red lights and green lights, stop-and-go, men and women, all kinds of things, and even High-rise buildings and alleys, everything is in your eyes.

She said this was the closest thing to what Yang said: In the past, carriages and horses were very slow and letters were far away.

Xia Wushuang was happy to take the bus with him, after all, it was the only mode of transportation when he was a student. From Tongji Hospital to where Shangguan Qinglin lives, it took nearly an hour and a half to get there by bus. If we took the subway, it would probably take half an hour.

Since Yezi followed Xia Wushuang, he has become a little bit more like a "puppy", and the liveliness of the dog is gradually revealed. But it was very sensible and kept hiding in its pocket on the bus.

The two of them and the dog walked to the community where Shangguan Qinglin rented. The location was impartial and the environment was first-class. As soon as you enter the community, you feel as if you have returned from the city of steel and concrete to the mountains and forests with overlapping mountains and rivers.

"That", when walking downstairs, Xia Wushuang hesitated.

"Come on up, you are the first man I have invited to my home." Shangguan Qinglin was very generous and led him and Nozi directly into the elevator.

Entering the house, you can feel the strong bookish atmosphere and the fresh air of nature. She lives in two bedrooms and one living room, and the other bedroom has been converted into a study room. There are not many books in it, and the environment is quite elegant.

"I live by myself. The space in the house is small. Just stay by yourself for a while while I go." Shangguan Qinglin took Yezi into the bathroom. The sound of the shower sounded, and water mist rose on the carved glass.

Xia Wushuang picked up a book at random, which was Mr. Shen Congwen's After the Rain and Others. He flipped through it roughly without looking carefully. He was able to arrange and combine the words like a poem in an understatement. Who else could do it except Mr.

The phone continued to ring, and on social media, the discussion about the reappearance of multiple unknown corpses on Jinshan Island had become heated. Xia Wushuang simply scrolled through all kinds of unreliable speculations and unreasonable regional wars. It is obvious that both major portals and every ordinary netizen are waiting for a definite answer. The answer lies in Xia Wushuang's heart.

Xia Wushuang's in-depth report is about to be released.

At this time, I received a text message, which was a transaction reminder to deposit 5 yuan into my bank account. Then a text message from Director Liu arrived almost at the same time, with only one word: "Quick"

Xia Wushuang couldn't hold back the excitement in her heart. Of course, the most excited person at this time was not him, but the people behind the East China Sea Dragon Palace. Public opinion is the battlefield with the lowest cost for ordinary people to seek justice. Xia Wushuang took a deep breath and wrote a few words: Fuck fairness and justice.

A secret war is about to begin

After finishing writing, Xia Wushuang felt much better. He threw the note he wrote into the trash can and said with a smile: "Fuck your ideals."

Damn it, it’s something that’s just out of reach, yet we’re after it.

"Wang Wang Wang"

After Yezi finished taking a bath, before Shangguan Qinglin could help him dry his hair, he shook the water drops on his forehead and ran directly towards Xia Wushuang.

Shangguan Qinglin now put on a homely light-colored sweater and a blue knee-length skirt. Her curvy figure is like a ripe fruit hanging high on a branch for you to pick. See more Weixin official account: hhxs665