Tomb Raider: To protect the research, the school flowers are rolled up in the tomb

He Lianjing looked at Ye Fan. Although his eyes were blocked by the sunglasses, he could still see the smile on the corner of his mouth. He was still looking forward to Ye Fan's reaction.

Ye Fan tapped the two shallow nicks on the ground with his chin, and said:

"Somewhat scribbled."

"Just saw it."

He Lianjing snorted twice, then cursed softly:

"Stinky boy."

On one side, Zhang Qiling also looked back at Ye Fan and said:

"Nine, people?"

Ye Fan nodded.

Zhang Qiling's eyes flickered, and the dark and unclear emotions flashed across his calm and unmarked eyes in an instant.

Ye Fan noticed Zhang Qiling's slightly fluctuating mood, and when he looked back at him, he found that Zhang Qiling had returned to his usual appearance.Fairy Book Pavilion

And for Ye Fan, who had already read all kinds of very famous novels about tomb robbery in his previous life, he also cared a little about this nine characters.

The reason why he said that he only saw these two characters now is because of the black eyes. In fact, it was not just to tease him.

It's like kindergarten teachers know Chinese characters, but they don't know the characters drawn by the children who just learned to write.

Or the marking teacher knows how to read and is familiar with all the knowledge points, but he still doesn't know what his students are answering when he sees some flamboyant papers.

He originally thought that with so many old professors in the team, the reward for being able to recognize all fonts could only be used in exams in the future.

I didn't expect this skill to come in handy so soon.

Ye Fan explained:

"This is the mortuary language, that is, the language of the dead."

The old professors opened their eyes immediately after hearing this.

Mortuary language?

Mo Hongxuan poked Bai Changming's arm carefully, and blamed in a low voice:

"Old Bai, you are too dishonest."

"Why is your school still teaching this language secretly, and you don't tell our brother colleges, do you want to do something big in silence?"

Bai Changming hissed and said:

"Who do you see in a college that only teaches one student, and doesn't even know how to teach its own vice president?"

He Lianjing and Zhang Qiling who were beside Ye Fan also showed a somewhat surprised expression.

For two people who have always been cold-faced and one who has been smiling all the time, such a surprised expression is really rare on their faces.

So the two of them noticed the change on each other's face almost instantly and at the same time.

The shock on the other party's face also made them show a somewhat surprised expression. Obviously, the other party did not know about the mortuary language.

He Lianjing laughed first, patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, and said:

"It seems that the Qilin lineage is indeed better than the Zhang family."

"This one can be regarded as the victory of the dragon-slaying lineage over the guarding dragon lineage."

These few words mentioned by He Lianjing reminded Ye Fan of the fact that he was crowned as the little patriarch of the Qilin family of the dragon-slaying line because of a pure coincidence.

He immediately shook his head resolutely and said:

"I'm not."

After coming out of Wang Mang's tomb, Ye Fan actually let the matter go.

The world is changing rapidly, and gossip news emerges endlessly every day. As long as he is a quiet pool of stagnant water, he will not make any splashes on this matter.

Then when the heat of Wang Mang's tomb passes, this misunderstanding will naturally be resolved.

However, he never calculated that he would go to the tomb for the second time, nor that he would meet He Lianjing and Zhang Qiling in this tomb.

From He Lianjing's words, Ye Fan had heard that Zhang Qiling's identity was definitely not simple.

Since the Qilin family of the dragon-slaying lineage refers to himself, the Zhang family of the dragon-shouping lineage must refer to Zhang Qiling's family.

Therefore, if he didn't know this situation, Ye Fanhai could still pretend to be confused when he heard about him, the leader of the Qilin family who was a dragon-slaying lineage, and just didn't respond.

Just like before, just be a smart guy who waits for the heat of this to pass by himself.

But now, Ye Fan had to give a clear negative answer.

He didn't mind, or he was willing to use his skills to reward and protect these two people who had always been protectors in the team.

But if they really wanted to find the Qilin patriarch of the dragon-slaying lineage, then he really couldn't be so perfunctory anymore.

After all, it seems that this is not just about me.

Ye Fan lowered his head and coughed dryly twice, and said:

"I'm just a student, and I'm just scratching the surface of what I've learned in elective courses."

"Rather unpopular."

He Lianjing showed a meaningful smile on his face, and said:

"Oh, by the way, I also forgot to introduce myself formally."

"I'm just a glasses shop."

"this."

He Lianjing hooked Zhang Qiling's shoulder, and said:

"The big boss of the chicken farm."

The onlookers were overwhelmed by He Lianjing's introduction.

Along the way, they had gotten used to He Lianjing's indecency, so they were just shocked at how outrageously these professions were related to their identities.

However, after He Lianjing's introduction, Zhang Qiling, who was the most serious in the eyes of everyone, and also the least cooperative with He Lianjing's unscrupulousness under normal circumstances, nodded for the first time.

This made the onlookers even more shocked.

They even felt that Ye Fan, who sounded like the most normal student, was extremely unreliable. The identity of the owner of the optical shop and the head of the chicken farm was even more outrageous.

As for Ye Fan, he wasn't surprised by the occupations of these two people at all. He was just troubled by He Lianjing's way of responding, which obviously didn't take his denial seriously.

He glanced at the top of the tomb with some melancholy, and felt that he was not Ye Fan now, but Ye Fan.

At the same time, the audience in the live broadcast room also became excited because of Ye Fan and He Lianjing's explanations of their identities.

"Patriarch Xiaoye, you can lie to me, but pay attention to the number of times."

"He Lianjing, you can lie to me, but pay attention to how outrageous it is."

"Brother Qiling, don't lie to me, don't learn from He Lianjing, my little brother Qiling!"

"Patriarch Xiaoye, are you lying to me that I didn't go to college, how could there be mortuary language in elective courses?"

"So now we put the pressure on the Kyoto University of Archeology."

"Throwing the blame on my own university is a wish I have been dreaming about for many years."

"Student, manager of an optical shop, manager of a chicken farm, I never thought that the most outrageous job would belong to Brother Qi Ling."

"Thank you, I was shown that in order to match my wife's avatar, I even admitted such an outrageous profession. Brother Qiling, you are amazing."

"I asked Du Niang and Gu Ge successively with the map recognition tool, and they said that this question was beyond the outline."

"The screenshot was put in the photo album, and the system recognized the history homework of my chicken chop. For a while, I don't know if I was offended or Master Hei was offended."

Chapter 174 Zhang Qiling: I may have forgotten him

He Lianjing smiled and looked at Ye Fan who was obviously a little melancholy.

He let go of the shoulder of the "big dumb" and turned to the "little dumb" and said:

"Little friend, have you seen it? If you don't study hard, you will be like this in the future. Go raise chickens."

As a spiritual pusher, Ye Fan replied without thinking:

"It's okay, the little yellow chicken is quite cute."

The expressions on the faces of He Lianjing and Zhang Qiling changed slightly.

Neither of them mentioned the little yellow chicken, even He Lianjing had just mentioned the identity of the head of the chicken farm.

When most people think of a chicken farm, the first thing that comes to mind may be the harsh environment inside, stuffy and smelly.

No matter how bad it is, what comes to mind should be an adult rooster and an old hen laying eggs.Not a chick.

And even so accurate three words, word for word, little yellow chicken.

He Lianjing glanced back at Zhang Qiling, realizing that his eyes were indeed somewhat complicated at this time, and there was some sadness in his shock.

He knew that Ye Fan's hearing was excellent, so he mouthed Zhang Qiling and said:

"What do you think."

Zhang Qiling frowned slightly, looking at the ground, obviously thinking about something.

After a while, he raised his head again, and answered He Lianjing with the same mouth shape:

"I suspect……"

"I forgot him."

At this time, because of the close relationship between Yu Lei's power and Zhang Qiling's Shentu power, Ye Fan noticed the sadness in Zhang Qiling's emotions, and looked back at him.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Zhang Qiling looked deeply at Ye Fan. ..

Ye Fan was taken aback by that gaze, he even felt that he had misread it, because he actually saw guilt in that gaze.

But he couldn't figure out where the guilt came from.

Zhang Qiling shook his head at him and said:

"fine."

Ye Fan nodded hesitantly, looked up at the top of the tomb, and said:

"Black glasses, you can write all the words on it like this."

He Lianjing was still thinking about whether Zhang Qiling and Ye Fan had known such a possibility before.

After all, along the way, there are too many doubts.

Ye Fan has a tacit understanding that surpasses that he and Zhang Qiling have known each other for many years, worked side by side, and survived many times of life and death. He can recognize Jing Zhe at a glance, and can even control Jing Zhe.

Up to now, it is obvious that Ye Fan also understands Zhang Qiling's liking for little yellow chickens.

He Lianjing calculated the time, if this is the case, then the time when these two people knew each other was earlier than the time when he and Zhang Qiling knew each other.

When he was thinking about this, Ye Fan suddenly named him.

Immediately, the corners of He Lianjing's rarely stern mouth relaxed again, showing his signature smile again, and said:

"Okay."

"Hand out."

Ye Fan said "Huh?" with some confusion, but at the same time stretched out his hand according to He Lianjing's request.

He Lianjing looked at Ye Fan's outstretched hand, the fingers were long and slender, first of all it was worth appreciating.

The lines on his palm were a little messy, as if to indicate something in the dark.

He Lianjing's gaze fell on Ye Fan's index finger and middle finger, which were longer than ordinary people and also slightly longer than the other three. These two fingers were exactly the same as Zhang Qiling's fingers, they were both Faqiu fingers.

Seeing this, He Lianjing showed a helpless smile.

He kept teasing that Zhang Qiling and Ye Fan were dumb, but he had to admit that the two were really similar in many ways.

This kind of resemblance cannot be achieved by ordinary imitation.

Take this Faqiu finger as an example, it means that the two must have experienced the same difficult childhood.