Fire ABO

"I just found it not long ago." Wynn replied, "Isn't it because I'm too busy, can I find someone to help me share it?"

Doyle was used to him talking nonsense with his eyes open, so he waved his hands and said, "What are you going to do with Lin Zhi, just let them go?"

Wynn paused, looked past him to the crack of the door behind, and his eyes became meaningful.

"Of course." He put down the cup and said helplessly, "What else can I do, tie them to the competition?"

"Exactly," Doyle agreed.

Then the two began to talk about some innocuous things. The topics ranged from which fish they caught on the beach of which planet in the past, to the cost-effectiveness of the latest batch of aircraft.

Outside the door, the assistant who had just appeared in the office took off the bugging earplugs and moved something in his arms to restore the monitor in this small space before leaving calmly.

Everyone knows that Mr. Principal is happy to be at leisure, and no one comes to disturb him usually, which happens to be a great convenience for him.

When he reached the open space, he looked around and saw no one else, and installed a shielding magnetic field on his body before switching on the communicator.

"Mr. Owen, I just heard some news from Wynn that there is a high probability that Lin Zhi will not participate in this mecha operation competition."

"High probability?"

Hearing the dissatisfaction on the other side, he changed his mouth and said: "No, it must be."

"Okay, Felton, if there is any movement over there, let me know as soon as possible."

"Yes, Mr. Owen."

After the communication was hung up, he straightened his clothes and continued to work as the principal's assistant.

In the office, after Wynn realized that Felton had completely left, he tapped on the table with half of his index finger.

Doyle took the lead and said, "Wynn, haven't you seen anyone here for a long time, how did you mix in some other things?"

"I'm getting older, and my reaction is not as sharp as before." Wynn said with emotion: "Speaking of which, Lin Zhi, I believe you can handle it, right?"

Doyle didn't affirm or deny it, he just smiled back and asked: "Why, I can't figure it out, do you want to go out?"

"Of course." The headmaster bent his eyes, and the creases at the corners of his eyes were wrinkled: "If he is not willing to go, we will find a few people to tie him up, and we have to let him and Fu Li pay the bonus. Win it back."

"It's you, not us," Doyle corrected.

"Only the two of us know about this, and you are my accomplice no matter what."

Doyle Green felt that after being a professor for so long, he was still too ignorant in front of Wynn, so he was tricked into boarding a thief ship. He only hoped that Lin Zhi and Fu Li wouldn't do deceitful things when they knew the truth. The matter of the master destroying the ancestors is good.

Lin Zhi still doesn't know that he has been sold. He is finishing the extra homework assigned by Esther. Since she insisted on changing his bandaging habits before the end of last semester, she has been finding all kinds of free time to train him in first aid. medical level.Lin Zhi always felt that she was deliberately making things difficult for him, and every time he assigned a task, he wished that he could turn one arm into a leg.

Lin Zhi took his hand out of the incubator, and the blood dripped down, almost staining the pure white rubber gloves pink. He was a little bit against this scene, but he was not really afraid, so he pulled the edge of the glove off. Throw it in the recycling bin.

Yesterday Fu Li asked him what he was afraid of, but he couldn't tell. Most likely, the person who framed him last year has not been found yet. If something goes wrong this year, will Fu Li be dragged into the water again?