Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

There are two cafes in the college, one is operated by the school cafeteria and only delivers food, the portion is large and the price is cheap.

Another has a silly name - Little Bird Café.The store manager is a middle-aged man with a goatee. The store also makes a variety of exquisite and delicious desserts. The decoration style is warm and quiet, which is very inconsistent with the cold and futuristic style of the entire college.

This is Brock's favorite place except for the training room. Unfortunately, he is very poor compared to other students, and there is not much left after the scholarship is paid for tuition.

"Why did you arrive so late, I ate two small cakes and drank three cups of milk tea!" Clint slumped on the soft sofa, with a panda pillow behind his waist.

God knows how many kilometers he would have to run to burn off those calories!

Bullock refuses to take the blame: "Didn't I send you a message telling you I'd be late?"

Brock will not suspend his training plan just to drink coffee with Clint. He is very talented, but as an ordinary human being and a recognized weak Omega, his ability today is every drop of sweat Little things add up.

"It's 09:30 now! Did you say that if you're late, it's three and a half hours late?" Clint rolled his eyes, "It seems that others are right, Omega just has no sense of time."

Bullock flicked his wrist, and said with a sneer, "My Omega can defeat you within a minute, not more than a millisecond. Do you want to try?"

Several labels that belong to Bullock floated in front of Clint's eyes: the illegitimate son of the Red Skull, the Hydra reserve, the Alpha terminator, the winner of the fighting championship in the combat department, and the school bully who is keen to send people to the hospital...

He couldn't help being cowardly for a second, pulled out two shiny green dollar bills from his pocket with drooping eyebrows, and stared at Bullock eagerly, meaning: Can we start the interview?

Bullock rarely studied the menu very Omega, and said to the store manager who had to serve himself because the waiters were off work: "I want a sundae with double blueberry sauce, and three plain egg tarts." , a cup of strawberry milkshake, a piece of Black Forest cake and a shortbread with cherry filling, and the Alpha on the opposite side pays the bill.”

Clint was dumbfounded: "..."

The goatee store manager surnamed Kui En obviously regarded the two as a young couple, and said with a smile: "Add 20 yuan and you can get a couple juice~"

Clint: "No... no more."

Bullock: "Of course."

Clint touched the cash in his pocket, and with some confidence, he cleared his throat: "To make sure you won't lie to me, I bought a magic seal from the magic department, and after opening it, the seal is two meters away. Everyone inside can only tell the truth."

Bullock said that I must tell the truth when I take the money, so you should ask the fuck quickly, and don't waste my time.

"First question, tell me about your parents."

"My mother is a daughter-in-law, and my father is unknown." Bullock took two hundred dollars from the table.

Clint was a little nervous, he swallowed and continued to ask: "Everyone says you are a Hydra reserve, will you join Hydra after graduation? How much do you know about Hydra?"

Bullock stretched out two fingers: "This is two questions."

Clint took out another four hundred dollars and stuffed them generously into Bullock's jacket pocket.

Hey, this Omega has full chest muscles and feels good to the touch...

"I'll go to whoever gives me more money, and I may go back to my hometown of Gotham," Brock didn't think about Clint at all, and kept looking forward to the kitchen entrance. "As for Hydra, I don't know much about it. , know that they have existed for a long time, and their purpose is to pursue absolute order."

In fact, I was sent to the academy by Red Skull, the leader of Hydra, Brock thought to himself, it's a pity that your half-baked magic seal can only guarantee that what you say is the truth, and what I don't want to say can be completely suppressed.

But Clint on the opposite side was satisfied, and he didn't expect that a fraudulent interview would reveal all his old stories.

Next, it’s time to ask a gossip question. You can’t continue to ask Hydra-related questions, or it will arouse suspicion. With this in mind, Clint asked a question that many people in the academy wanted to know:

"How did you get kicked out by the red house?"

Brock paused slightly for the sinful hand of the cookie on Clint's plate, and simply sat down and raised the price brazenly: "It's a long story, and I want a thousand dollars."

Clint was an eye-opener. Bullock completely shattered the little virgin's beautiful fantasy of Omgea, and replaced it with scattered chicken feathers.

It just so happened that Mr. Quinn, the owner of the shop, came over slowly with a plate of small desserts. He held the plate with one hand, and put all the food on the table deftly with the other hand. I really want to know, can I listen in?"

Clint cast a glance at him. As an archer, he found that Mr. Quinn's hands were very similar to his own. The shape of the middle finger and index finger was different from ordinary people, and the distribution of calluses on the fingertips looked very familiar.

"Mr. Quinn, do you also like archery?"

Quinn blurted out: "I'm a good archer."

After saying that, he was slightly startled, not understanding why he said these things to strangers, but the explanation was just to cover up, and he didn't try to deny it: "Shooting is a little hobby of mine."

Bullock ignored the turbulent undercurrents between the two, and after receiving a thousand dollars from Clint, he ate and talked, telling a story with a handful of bitter tears.

The Red House and the Ability Department are two very special majors in the academy. Unlike others, the Ability Department only recruits students with abilities, while the Red House only recruits Omega, and is committed to cultivating these weak little Omegas into masters. The beauty snakes who assassinate, seduce, lurk and steal information, the Omega in the academy are basically concentrated there.

Bullock was the first student in college history to be expelled from the Red House.Prior to this, he had been placed in the Red House after being divided at the age of 13. He was regarded as the second unborn genius of the Red House. He was expected to inherit the mantle of Natasha Romanov and become the second-generation black widow.

A year later, he was kicked out in disgrace.

"I've accepted a bounty mission," Brock said absently, "I need to lurk next to some high-ranking European official with a teenage fetish. God knows what's wrong with him. Anyway, he can only deal with puberty. Teenage brats get hard."

Clint, Mr. Quinn: "And then what?"

The corner of Bullock's mouth twitched: "He took me to a hotel room, took off his clothes, and asked me to kiss him. I cut off his right hand, tied him up, packed him in a box, and sent it to his wife."

Perhaps this magic seal of telling the truth still played a role, and Bullock also explained for the first time: "I came here to go to school so that I don't have to be a female cousin who sells ass for a living like my mother. Selling your own ass for a shit mission?"

As a good person who is often overflowing with sympathy, Clint couldn't bear to ask, and quickly changed the subject: "You were kicked out because the mission failed?"

Bullock: "Of course not! I sneaked into his office and stole all his information. The security of that building is rubbish."

Clint: "emm..."

"The red house insisted that I did not complete the task as required, and the commission cannot be paid to me in full," Brock used a straw to stir the fruit that had settled under the cup, and took a sip, "I had a fight with the person in charge. , she was beaten black and blue by me, she cried and fired me."

Clint: There were twists and turns, but... suddenly there was no sympathy for him at all.

The next morning, the hands of the alarm clock had just pointed to six o'clock, and the students crawled out of bed sleepily, all with pale faces, sitting like chickens.

The high-intensity training before the match tortured them a lot.

There are no grades in the college, and there are irregular assessments every semester. There will also be year-end exams at the end of the year. The school office also releases new reward tasks on the official website every week. These are the ways to get points. Only when your points reach the standard You can apply for graduation online.

But if the points are lower than 300 points, they can only be expelled from school, and will be blacklisted by the major cooperative institutions of the college.

The reason Bullock has not graduated so far is that he converted most of his points into scholarships, which is enough to pay the high tuition fees.

As long as he leads the combat department to win the competition, he can finally graduate.

"Is your estrus coming soon?" Rollins smelled a rush of Omega pheromone as soon as he opened his eyes, and asked quite painfully with two big dark circles under his eyes.

Bullock is quietly doing plank support. Heavy physical exercise will disrupt his hormone secretion and affect his state. He decided to reduce his exercise and formulate a battle plan from today.

"Maybe it will arrive today, don't worry, it won't affect the competition." He projected a task interface on the official website on the TV, "In fact, it is very beneficial."

Rollins rubbed his eyes: "What is this?"

"The new task released by the school office this morning has a difficulty index of four and a half stars. If you complete more than 90.00%, you can get 500 medal points."

Students can obtain medal points through bounty tasks and private transactions. When the competition starts, the medal points will play a great role, for example, they can be used to exchange weapons and choose the instructor to lead the team.

Even in order to get rid of Deadpool, an unreliable teacher, and choose an instructor who is not only strong but also serious and responsible, it is worth fighting hard for the combat department.

"Brock!! Are you up yet?"

Clint's voice came from outside the door, and Bullock reluctantly got up from the ground and opened the door for him.

"Come to see me for something?"

Clint was standing in the corridor looking left and right. The moment he opened the door, his face was blurred by the oncoming pheromone, and even the roots of his ears were red. He pointed at Bullock: "You, you, you..."

Bullock: "What's wrong with me?"

Clint covered his flushed face: "How could you open the door for me like this! I'm an Alpha, aren't you afraid that I'll be a beast?"

Bullock was amused by this little idiot, he sneered: "What's the matter, I have an Alpha roommate, why don't you two come together?"

Clint may have short-circuited his head, and he didn't catch the irony at all. He stammered, "No, no, but thank you for the invitation...I, I'm going first!"

After finishing speaking, he trotted out quickly.

Bullock: So what the hell are you doing here?