Shilan Middle School, teaching building rooftop.

There is a whimpering air conditioning unit on the rooftop. The stairs leading to the rooftop feel a bit horrible. They are piled with cardboard boxes and a pile of damaged desks and chairs, covered in dust, and the gap is small and difficult to get off the feet.

At the end of the stairs, an iron door was covered with an equally worn "The rooftop is closed", but Nan Feng still jumped skillfully on the garbage, like a light kangaroo.

Outside the iron gate, the shadows are close by, and the lights are thousands of miles away.

Nan Feng crawled out of the gap in the iron gate, stood in the sky with stars, took a deep breath, and looked at the quiet school.

Every boy has his own secret base, and this belongs to Nan Feng. Every time he fails the exam or is in a bad mood, he will sneak over while he is during the break and enjoy the peace and freedom alone.

"Nan Feng, why did you bring us to such a ghost place?" Looking at the dusty corridor, Nuonuo stood at the iron gate, covering his mouth and nose, hesitating whether to continue following.

"This is the safest place in the school." Nan Feng said without hesitation, "No one can guess that we will hide here."

It was Su Xiaolu who took the lead in passing the iron gate, and Nuonuo followed half-believingly.

Looking through the guardrail of the rooftop, the school below was shrouded in pitch black, but the lights of the city in the distance were on.

The hard skyline is hidden in the lights. The tall buildings in the business district look like a square cage woven with light from a distance. In the distance is a wide lake, adjacent to the lakeside.

Traffic flow was surging on the elevated road. If they had telescopes on them at this moment, they could see the familiar black sports car racing on it, followed by a large number of traffic composed of motorcycles and Wuling Hongguang.

The traffic flow gathered into a light flow, and Nuonuo had the illusion that no light in the entire light flow was a living firefly.

"The night view here... surprised me a little." Nuonuo was stunned for a while and couldn't help but say.

Su Xiaoxiang was lying quietly on the guardrail, holding his cheeks with both hands, looking a little sad, and I don’t know what I was thinking.

Nuonuo poked Nan Feng beside him with his finger, and glanced at Su Xiaolu again, meaning that Nan Feng would go over and comfort him quickly.

However…

This guy became cowardly again, and turned around one step and three times, his eyes full of weakness and helplessness. Nono simply turned his head and ignored him.

I finally moved to someone's side, but after a while I came back dejectedly.

"How is it?" Nono asked curiously, his tone filled with a hint of gossip.

"It's okay..." Nan Feng said shyly, "I asked her what's wrong. She said it's okay, don't worry about her..."

"What?" Nono had an unknown premonition.

"Then..." Nan Feng hesitated for a moment, "I'll be back..."

Nuonuo stroked his left hand and gasped on the side, trying hard to calm himself down.

"Now I immediately disappeared before my eyes..." Nuonuo's tone could not be suppressed, "Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't control myself and throw you directly from here."

At that moment, Nan Feng clearly felt a trace of murderous intent hidden in the surrounding air and hurriedly walked back.

The girl was still secretly sad while leaning on the railing. Nan Feng didn't know how to speak, but he didn't dare to go back to ask Nuonuo for advice, so he had to stay by the girl and look at the street scene in the distance together.

"Tomorrow is a drama competition." The girl suddenly spoke, as if she had figured out something and put away the sadness in her eyes.

"Well..." Nan Feng quickly reacted, "But we may not be here for a long time, I'm afraid we can't participate."

"That's right..." the girl said, not sure whether it was loss or something.

It seems that since her father took her out of school this afternoon, everything has begun to walk in an unknown direction.

If it weren't for the group of "gangsters" who emerged from somewhere, maybe Su Xiaoxiang was still the little princess of the past, showing herself in the most brilliant position on the stage.

But now, my father is in the hands of those "gangsters", and I don't know when I will be captured by them.

"Hey~" Before the girl expressed anything, Nan Feng sighed first, "Anyway, I am also acting as a tree, which is optional. But you are different. You are the leading actor, and I don't think you should be absent."

"No..." the girl refused, "None of us knows what will happen in the future, so we have that energy..."

"Anyway, we don't know where we can go now..." Nan Feng had already made up his mind to make the girl the most dazzling presence on the stage tomorrow. "I remember a celebrity named Kuang once said, 'Instead of worrying about the dangers in the future, it's better to seize the comfort of the moment.', I think we should try it."

"Maybe..." Su Xiaolu stopped talking after saying that, and fell into deep thought again. Nan Feng had to continue looking up at the night sky.

But in the corner that Nan Feng didn't notice, a black shadow jumped down from the roof, muttering to the mouth, "This brat is still so cowardly. Isn't it just the protagonist of a drama? That's not casual."

...

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the window of his villa, Zhao Menghua had already washed up early, looking at the violet outside the window, muttering the content of a London Daily.

Practicing spoken English is something that Zhao Menghua must do every day. After all, he has a heart to study abroad, and he has a mine at home, so studying abroad is just one sentence, so Zhao Menghua has been actively preparing.

It’s just that he got up early today because of the drama performance today. This time, Zhao Menghua once again took it for granted and was destined to shine in the center of the stage.

If Nan Feng had such an opportunity, he would probably be cheering and his eyes were full of complacency, but it was a normal thing for Zhao Menghua.

When he was in elementary school, he won the first prize in the district competition for an article "My District Mayor's Dad". Later, when he was in junior high school, he defeated Liu Miaomiao, who was at the level 10 of the piano, and won the championship in the piano competition he invested in and held.

At that time, Liu Miaomiao was only at the eighth level of piano and was always worried about it. Then she practiced the piano harder and reached the tenth level of piano in one fell swoop. Of course, Liu Miaomiao didn't know that the competition was held by Zhao Menghua's family, otherwise it would be another story.

It can be said that Zhao Menghua grew up in the spotlight since he was a child. Compared with a dead child like Nan Feng, he is naturally in the sky and underground.

After Zhao Menghua finished reciting the New York Times in his hand, he turned around and found that there was a man wearing a black mask behind him. The yellow Pikachu on the mask shone strangely in the sun.

"Who are you!" Zhao Menghua was a little surprised.

You should know that the security measures in his villa are excellent. There are more than a dozen security guards patrolling every day. How could idle people easily break in? It's the kind that's silent.

"Teaching you to be a human being..." the man said lightly, then "not being virtuous" and directly hit Zhao Menghua unconscious on the ground with an elbow.

The man casually threw Zhao Menghua on the bed and said, "Young man, just have a good sleep. Let the opportunity be given to that brat this time."

After dealing with everything, the man did not forget to tie up a faint security guard in the Zhao family. He seemed to be worried. The man also unloaded all the tires of all the luxury cars in his garage.
Chapter completed!