Chapter 102 Aqiao's academic performance is not satisfactory
Chapter 102 Aqiao’s academic performance is not ideal
Author: calm office worker
Chapter 102 Aqiao’s academic performance is not ideal
Shibuya District, Tokyo Metropolitan International High School, a fighting master's favorite jeep slowly parked on the campus.
At this time, Qiao Shuya had no idea about the unique skills of the priests in the association. In fact, he only needed a solid cross to be inserted into the ground.
Aqiao's academic performance is not ideal.
Perhaps when he was in junior high school before the age of 15, Qiao Shuya would still care about his academic performance, because at that time at least he had a mother to monitor him every day. Although his academic performance at that time was not particularly outrageous, it was only in a private aristocratic junior high school.
Top ten level.
At that time, Wei Ning told him every day that he should study hard and get admitted to the University of Tokyo or other international universities, and then become a professional scholar in the study of strange demons. This was the path that his adoptive mother had paved for him a long time ago.
That's why he can become a guest guest naturally.
But then he didn't put his mind on it anymore. The whole of Tokyo was chasing a strange demon like a dog. Study? What a waste!
He began to struggle in the association, thinking about how to make money, how to become passive, and even set a record of being absent from school for several months in a row.
If it weren't for his two immediate superiors, Uncle Li and President Bai Nin, who pinned him on the golden toilet seat, he might have dropped out of school and gone to eat, sleep and fight monsters.
Qiao Shuya has never understood that instead of a high school student studying or an expert on strange demons, the world needs a passive brother who quietly stacks his passive to tens of thousands and then comes out.
However, there were so many things about the Association that he couldn't understand, and in the end he didn't bother to think about it. An organization as big as the Association might have its own profound meaning.
The school reorganized classes in the third year of high school. This is the tradition of District 11 schools. Basically, classes are redistributed every year.
He was assigned to Class A, Grade 3, and when he opened the door, the classroom that had been a bit lively during lunch break fell silent.
He took a quick glance and found that his seat was still the familiar last one by the window, a seat reserved for poor students.
After Qiao Shuya sat on his seat, whispers suddenly sounded in the classroom.
Qiao Shuya can be regarded as a famous figure to a certain extent. After all, when he first entered the school, he beat up all the bad guys in the school, and then he skipped classes, beat the teacher, drank, made phone calls in class and other deeds. But only Qiao Shuya knew that he was a good boy.
Until class, the teacher came to the podium and saw Qiao Shuya in class. He smiled and said, "Qiao Shuya, you were absent from class this morning for special reasons, but it doesn't matter. Let's introduce yourself."
Qiao Shuya did not refuse, and slowly walked up to the podium and said: "My name is Qiao Shuya, I am 17 years old, unmarried, do not smoke, I only drink a little, I like sugar, and I am afraid of school violence."
After saying that, he slowly walked off the stage. His 17-year-old face still looked immature, looking like a weak ordinary high school student.
Other students: "..."
I was afraid of school violence, so I beat up all the bad guys who dared to engage in school violence. It is said that the teachers who deviated from the school were beaten up. Those bad parents were still beaten after they came to the school.
From then on, no one in the entire school dared to commit violence on campus, and the bully-headed delinquents would only be polite after being stepped on by their leather shoes.
…
The afternoon class ended quickly. Qiao Shuya almost woke up in a daze, stretched out and looked at the afternoon time.
"Today is another day full of hope." Qiao Shuya said while looking at the sunset outside the window.
He yawned and slowly walked into the toilet. At this time, several cow dung heads gathered here were stunned when they saw Qiao Shuya, and when Qiao Shuya walked into the toilet, his body
A shock.
"What's wrong? Do you want school violence?" Qiao Shuya asked.
"Simi Masai!" The cow dung heads all took a step back, instantly bent at 90 degrees and bowed, yelling, and then they all stepped back and left.
Qiao Shuya saw a few cigarette butts in the toilet and immediately shrugged.
He thinks he is a very reasonable person, but when he doesn't want to be reasonable, he just talks about physics.
And when he left the classroom and was about to go home, he accidentally saw a very beautiful woman.
Wearing white gloves and a men's suit, but underneath the suit is a tight-fitting shirt, and makeup on her face. Her style of painting is incompatible with this school.
If all JK girls in this age group are cute, she highlights the coquettishness and charm, even when she is wearing men's clothes, she gives people this feeling.
Qiao Shuya just glanced at it from a distance, thinking that it must be a person coming to pick up the child. Although he looked less than thirty years old, it seemed normal to have a child in high school.
And when Qiao Shuya came around the jeep and wanted to turn around to look at the woman who was so obvious in the crowd, he found that she had lost track of her.
"Master!" a sudden voice shouted.
Qiao Shuya looked in the direction of the sound and saw a large number of girls surrounding the little one in the middle. Oh, just now he only saw a circle of people here. It turned out that Yuan Zhi'ai was completely blocked by the height of others.
ah.
"Master, master, master..." Yuan Zhi'ai quickly pushed through the crowd and came over to hold Qiao Shuya.
Qiao Shuya took a general look and found that those people should be her new classmates, and they had enthusiastic club invitations or wanted to join her in the homecoming club, but they were all rejected.
"What's wrong? Didn't you get on well with your classmates on the first day?" Qiao Shuya asked.
"Forget it, stop talking, it's so annoying. Everyone is asking me if I am a child prodigy who came directly from elementary school. I am really Fake. When I grow up, I will call everyone me
Kill all the elementary school students!" Yuan Zhiai grinded his teeth viciously, then opened the jeep and got into the driver's seat.
Qiao Shuya also smiled, suddenly feeling as if his own daughter was complaining about school.
"Let's go home." Qiao Shuya said and opened the car door.
At this time, a smell of cosmetics and perfume entered his nostrils, and he frowned, realizing that the mature woman he had noticed before passed by him and even bumped into him slightly.
"I'm sorry, classmate."
"It's okay." Qiao Shuya got in the car and the jeep slowly drove away from the school. Perhaps the new classmates Yuan Zhiai met today will feel unparalleled surprise. After all, it is difficult for them to imagine why this little Yuan Zhiai would do this.
Driving this rough jeep.
"I made a lot of new friends in school today? I saw all those girls surrounding you, with motherly love in their eyes." Qiao Shuya teased Yuan Zhi'ai.
But Xiao Ai just drove the car with a dark face, deciding that there would be no starch or sugar in today's dinner.
However, when Qiao Shuya was touching the pocket of his windbreaker, he suddenly touched a note. He took it out in confusion and frowned for a moment.
The note said "Goodbye, My son" in pink handwriting.
You can even smell the incompatible scent of perfume above if you look closely.
"Stop!" Qiao Shuya shouted.
The jeep braked and stopped on the road in an instant. Yuan Zhiai hurriedly asked: "Master, what happened?"
Qiao Shuya instantly looked around, but he was already some distance away from the school and could not see the mature woman at all.
"Have you noticed a mature lady just now? The woman who bumped into me?" Qiao Shuya suddenly asked.
"Is there any?" Yuan Zhi'ai tilted her head in confusion.
"When I was about to get in the car, a woman bumped into me. Do you have any impression?" Qiao Shuya continued to ask.
"Is there such a person? Master, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Zhi'ai was still very confused.
"No, it's nothing, go home." Qiao Shuya didn't ask any more, but he just looked far away in the direction of the school and put the note in his hand into his pocket.
"Let's have barbecue tonight."
…
At this time, in the association, the priest felt that even if he had some unique skills, he would not be worth the price.
So he thought about it for a long time, and the design drawing was ready, and the selection of spring steel and high carbon steel for stacking and welding was done. What he wanted was to make it more perfect.
To forge a nine-turn horse, he would press and twist the stacked steel, then forge and flatten it after twisting, then cut the steel into three parts and continue welding and stacking them.
Repeat this cycle nine times, and the resulting steel billet will have irregular and dense striped patterns. This unique skill is worthy of the price.
Just as he was told, the priest immediately started calcining the steel.
The equipment department also had a special cold weapon forging room, so he began to make his own nine-turn horse.
The association began to gradually become busier at this time. After all, it was time to get off work, and many people were hurriedly keeping an eye on the person taking over the shift.
And in this environment, an uninvited guest slowly sneaked into the association.
"No. 8, your mission this time is to steal a top-secret information from the association, codenamed "Project ACE." This is a mission assigned by Mother." Someone's voice sounded in the in-ear headphones.
"Understood." No. 8 slowly held up his briefcase. He looked like a recently graduated college student, wearing glasses and being polite, but this was not his true appearance.
In the laboratory, the lower the number, the more powerful it is, because those with higher numbers are often those who conducted experiments before the technology was immature, and they have more or less flaws. After the 7th,
That is the truly perfect artificial god.
In fact, the strange demons fused by their No. 8, No. 9 and the strongest No. 10 are all S-level strange demons.
The strange demon fused in No. 8 is an S-level mirror demon. This is a very special kind of strange demon. Its body is like a slime that can change its form at any time.
It doesn't even need to slowly erode and replace humans like other strange demons. It can even reach the point where it can directly obtain someone's blood to perfectly copy their appearance, fingerprints and even DNA.
The copying of S-class mirror demons will even affect the watchers' perception of strange demons, so he was responsible for executing this plan to steal information.
However, No. 8 believes that he does not need to disguise himself at all. He is now a perfect fusion of S-class mirror demons. This is S-class. How many S-class can there be in the entire Tokyo, or in the entire District 11?
Moreover, even when facing other S-classes, No. 8, who felt the surging power within his body, felt that he could destroy everything.
But since this was Mother's mission, he decided to complete it in the most perfect manner.
And now, he is replacing an ordinary clerk in the association's logistics department.
He also synchronized the clerk's fingerprints and identification and successfully infiltrated the Watchmen Association.
After entering, it was possible that the inconspicuous guys walking around him were at least B-level watchers, and there might even be many A-level ones among them, but he still walked into the association calmly and silently.
Someone has given them the three-dimensional structure diagram of the entire association, and now he only needs to find the area where top-secret information is stored.
The journey went smoothly. The mirror demon's copy was so perfect that it could deceive modern technology. He soon quietly arrived at the negative 13th floor of the association, which is the area where the entire association keeps top-secret files.
Even after arriving here, he couldn't contact the person he was connecting with because all signals were blocked here.
But here, the clerk he copied no longer had enough authority, so he hid, secretly knocked down a passing bald professor, and replaced him.
He even thoughtfully put the professor's clothes on himself and threw the naked professor into a large box filled with paper scraps.
After doing all this, he disguised himself as a bald professor and openly entered the area where top-secret information was stored.
"Hey, Professor Togashi, didn't you get off work just now?" someone asked.
"Well, I forgot to take some things..." No. 8 almost thought that his disguise was exposed, and he quickly said in a low voice.
"Professor Togashi, what's wrong with you?" one of the experimenters asked.
No. 8 did not dare to speak again and just kept shaking his head.
He can't go on a rampage now. At the very least, he needs to find the top-secret information and then kill everyone who sees him. This is the perfect infiltration.
Soon he passed everyone and walked deeper.
This was a computer room. When he came here, he understood that he had arrived at the area where the association really hid top-secret information.
At this time, it was time to witness his strength. He actually successfully opened the insurance through the identity information of the bald professor, and he began to walk into the file room.
""ACE Plan", is the association cultivating an ace watcher? What level of combat power will it be, S level? Serial level? Or the level of the devil?" Even No. 8 felt a wave of excitement at this time.
Excited.
Soon, he found the corresponding safe. At this time, his hand turned into a sharp blade and easily cut through the metal of the safe.
He might be able to get the truth about "Project ACE".
However, there was only one piece of paper in the safe. No. 8 picked up the piece of paper and took a look...
It says "Gotcha!"
"Buzz!"
The lights in the entire room were completely turned off. No. 8 was extremely vigilant for a moment. He finally understood why it went so smoothly!
He fell into the trap! The association is obviously a fishing law enforcement agency, and he is the fish!
but……
No. 8 is full of alienation, he wants to be the shark that breaks through the fishing net!