What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

"No need." Zhang Lin said bluntly.

"It's all men, it doesn't matter." Shu Xingmi's voice was extraordinarily soft in the mist, "Come here, you'll catch a cold if you always stand there."

Zhanglin thought that if he caught a cold, he would drag the teacher down. Now is a time of life and death, so he can't be so willful.

He still didn't turn around, just walked backwards, the shower room was so small, within two steps, his back touched Shu Xingmi's chest, and his heel accidentally stepped on Shu Xingmi's toes , He hurriedly took another small step forward: "I'm sorry, I can handle it myself."

Your boyfriend is standing in front of you, and you say you have to deal with it yourself...

I hope you won't regret it when you think about it in the future.

Originally, Shu Xingmi was still thinking about whether to confess his love, but now that he thinks about it, he should wait a little longer, Zhanglin obviously still treats him as an elder, if this layer of paper is punctured... what if he runs away?

"Okay, let's talk about something else, I don't know where you are from yet."

"My home is in City C."

Talking about other topics, Zhang Lin really relaxed a lot.

Shu Xingmi's hand holding the shower stopped in mid-air, surprise flashed across his eyes: "Me too."

"Really?" Zhanglin turned his head, "What about the others? Will they be the same as us?"

"I don't know, but do you still remember the exquisite dice pendant worn by gamblers? There is an underground casino in City C, and every member has that special pendant. I suspect he is also from City C."

"Is that so..." Zhanglin lived in a very narrow range of life, and had hardly been out of the urban area where his family was located. Because of his mental retardation, he was easy to get lost, so his parents rarely let him go far. He naturally didn't know much about casinos. learn.

Shu Xingmi thought carefully, if all nine people are from City C, what does it mean?Could it be that these nine people were hijacked to this island because they had something to do with someone or something?But he didn't remember any important events that he had participated in.In the previous obscenity incident, I was the victim and did not harm others.

Could it be that it is the grievances of the parents?Not like him, Shu Xingmi's father was a teacher like him, and he was usually the most honest person, and it was impossible to provoke anyone.

Is it a "fun pastime" for the rich, as it is said in comics and movies?They grab nine people with superpowers, play a battle royale game, and then they bet on who will survive? ...

He couldn't figure it out, there were too few clues.

"By the way, teacher, what do you think this is? It seems to be found everywhere." Zhanglin pointed to the shower head, which was engraved with a small and exquisite pattern, wrinkled leaves, and small clusters of petals.

"Peppermint flower." Shu Xingmi's eyes were fixed. Indeed, this pattern is really everywhere. It is also on the kitchen knives in the villa, and on the bed sheets... Could it be the manufacturer's trademark?

He raised his leg, looked at the metal ring on his ankle, and turned it around a little. Sure enough, there was a mark like this on the inside.

"Mint?" Goosebumps appeared on Zhanglin's arms: "I went to the library in the morning and saw an atlas. The island we are on is called Mint. It is said that it is because the area is too small, like Mint. The petals are the same, hence the name."

The two were silent for a moment.

They all seem to realize that they have been involved in a conspiracy closely related to Mint.

Mint, what exactly does it mean?

"Do you know what the flower language of mint is?" Shu Xingmi said.

Zhang Lin shook his head blankly.

"On the fourth day, when the library opens again, let's go and have a look."

"kindness."

After the two took a shower, they washed their respective clothes, but unfortunately they didn't change their underwear, so they could only put on school pants.

After returning to the dormitory and drying the clothes, Zhanglin found that Shu Xingmi seemed to have become more beautiful.

His hair is not completely dry yet, it is slightly wet, and it looks darker, which makes his skin fair. The skin just after taking a bath is the smoothest and cleanest. His white skin makes his eyes black and bright, and his white skin It also makes the lips red, and the red lips make the teeth whiter. The whole person is refreshed, and there is a faint scent of soap on his body.

Shu Xingmi noticed Zhanglin's gaze and smiled at him.

What is he thinking in his heart, can he still not know?

We all know.

Zhanglin looked at Shu Xingmi and thought, the teacher is so neatly dressed, but he doesn't wear underwear underneath.Only I know about it.

The teacher also knew that I didn't wear it.

This atmosphere is too subtle.

At dusk, in front of the playground and the vending machines.

"Buy me a chocolate bar?" The psychic propped his chin in one hand, and cast a lingering wink at the photographer.

"No time, go by yourself." The photographer held the camera and used a small amount of film to shoot the carousel in the sunset.

Suddenly, several coins rolled out of the photographer's trouser pocket.

The photographer looked up at the psychic, and the psychic put on a coquettish expression: "Look, I have no spiritual power, and I can't even move the coin to the coin slot."

The photographer bent down helplessly to pick up the coin, got up and walked to the vending machine, put in the coin, and pressed the serial number of the chocolate bar.

"Let's not take this as an example, buy what you want to eat next time, don't always call me." The photographer said, and heard a "boom".

A box of chocolate bars fell out.

But there was something wrong with the sound just now. The photographer felt that a box of chocolate bars would not make such a loud sound, but the "boom" sound seemed like an iron block fell down.

He took out the box of chocolate bars, weighed them, and it was still wrong. A box of chocolate bars could never be so heavy, unless the biscuits were covered with molten iron instead of chocolate sauce.

He opened the box and looked inside, startled.

"I'm stupid." The photographer held the box.

"What's wrong? I was surprised." The psychic hooked his fingers and said, "Give it to me."

The hypnotist smiled, she already knew what was in there.

Knowing that he could not deceive the hypnotist, the photographer turned the box over, and twelve brand new bullets clanged into his palm, with a peppermint flower scalded on each shell.

The psychic opened his mouth wide, and his eyes kept wandering between the hypnotist and the photographer.

"We're fucking lucky." The photographer looked at the shiny, afterglow-covered bullet in his hand.

"But the gun is in the hands of the professor." The psychic covered his face with his hands.

The photographer bought three more boxes of chocolate bars, all genuine chocolate bars, without bullets.

"When you are almost recuperating, let's work together to steal that gun."

"Can you know how to use a gun?"

"I will remember to turn on the safety," the photographer smiled, "I don't believe that twelve bullets can't take down a professor."