"welcome."

At the door, Wang Wei was wearing an apron and looking expressionlessly at Bai Ling who was knocking on the door.

At this moment, Bai Ling was holding a bottle of white wine in his hand. The outer packaging was a box with a flashy purple bow tie tied on it.

Bai Ling poked his head out from behind the bottle and said with a smile, "Good evening, Director Wang."

"I happened to be in Xiaoxing Village today, and then I went to the next city to buy a bottle of good wine before coming back. Am I not late?"

Wang Weizheng took the bottle of wine from Bai Ling, weighed it, and said to Bai Ling: "You are not late, take off your shoes before entering the door."

As he said this, he carefully carried the wine into the kitchen.

Wang Wei really likes drinking.

Or to be more precise, this guy likes to drink, smoke, stay up late and exercise. He usually has a very regular daily routine, getting up early in the morning to exercise, clocking in at the Countermeasures Bureau in the morning, handling affairs in the morning and afternoon, eating in the cafeteria in the evening, and playing games in bed late at night.

These things all require the assistance of cigarettes and alcohol. If he doesn't smoke or drink a few puffs, it's hard for him to get motivated.

I have to say, Wang Weizhen is indeed a strong man, as he is still alive despite living such a terrible lifestyle every day.

Finding a pair of shoes from the porch, Bering took off his boots and stepped into slippers.

He walked towards the living room.

Wang Weizheng's home is not too big, and the decoration style is a bit rough - he has almost no extra decorations, even the tables and chairs are made of sturdy and durable wood, other than that it can be described as "simple".

This is true throughout the house, and even more so in each room.

Walking into Wang Weizheng's living room, Bai Ling saw at a glance the huge grey sofa placed in the middle of the living room, and the TV hanging on the wall facing the sofa.

At this moment, someone was lying on the sofa playing with his phone. After hearing the footsteps, he raised his head and looked over here: "Uncle, is your friend here..."

However, before he could finish, the words seemed to be stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter them for a long time.

Looking at the speechless boy, Bai Ling raised his eyebrows slightly.

interesting.

It turned out to be an "acquaintance".

Sitting on the sofa next to him, Bai Ling smiled and shook his head, thinking to himself: "It's a small world indeed."

I originally thought that two people who had no intersection would unexpectedly be connected by a new bond.

With this thought in mind, Bai Ling nodded slightly, chuckled and said, "Good evening."

The young man stared at Bai Ling blankly.

After watching for a while, he felt like there was a fire burning under his butt and jumped up from the sofa!

He didn't even bother to put on slippers, and rushed straight through the living room and entrance and into the kitchen where Wang Wei was.

Bai Ling could still vaguely hear the young man's anxious voice: "Uncle, uncle! Your friend, your friend...!"

In the kitchen, Wang Wei was cutting vegetables in a freehand and straight manner, as if he had long been chopping off the heads of alien creatures with a flick of the knife. With a slight shake of his wrist, the monsters and vegetable roots were all picked off intact.

While cutting vegetables, Wang Weizheng said calmly: "What's the hurry?"

"He is one of the people who came to our house for dinner today," Wang Weizheng said, "Go and pour him a cup of tea."

This is not a question of whether to pour the tea or not!

The young man was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "Uncle! He, he... Hey!"

He sighed heavily, then resignedly took a teacup from the side, sprinkled some tea leaves in it, added some hot water, and tremblingly walked out of the kitchen holding the hot tea.

Standing next to Bai Ling, the young man said stiffly: "First... please use it, wait a moment, my uncle will be ready soon..."

Taking the teacup from the other person's hand, Bai Ling said with a smile: "Don't be so reserved. This is not the first time we have met."

"To be honest, the last time we met was only half a month ago," Bai Ling said, "Isn't that right, classmate Wang Guangyao?"

The young man who was called trembled slightly.

He couldn't help but think of the almost nightmarish collapse of his worldview that he experienced in the abandoned hospital more than half a month ago.

At that time, he had no idea that in this world there existed such strange monsters, as well as evil people who could strike fear into people's hearts with just one look.

Half a month ago, he was just the president of an ordinary club at Morning Wind University. Half a month later, he had become an insider who knew the dark side of the world! Taking a sip of green tea, Bai Ling thought thoughtfully: "Wang Guangyao is actually Wang Weizheng's nephew?"

There is no record of this in the diary.

That's right. After all, after Wang Weizheng died, there were no other outstanding talents in his family. In order to protect Wang Weizheng's relatives, his family would definitely not make a big report, so it was normal for Bai Ling not to know.

But, how to say it.

It was still a bit surprising to see someone whom I hadn't seen for more than half a month reappear in front of me.

And it seems that Wang Weizheng hasn’t told Wang Guangyao his occupation yet?

Thinking of this, Bai Ling couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly.

I always feel that it is getting interesting.

Just at this moment, the doorbell rang again.

Outside the door, Qi Guang's voice was particularly prominent: "Wang Weizheng, we are here, open the door quickly!"

His voice was loud and noisy, and annoying.

It's like thousands of ducks are quacking in your ears, and every time they quack they step on your pants with their webbed feet, leaving your pants covered with duck shit.

Wang Weizheng, who was cooking, had a dark face.

He poked his head out of the kitchen and said to Wang Guangyao, "Go open the door!"

Wang Guangyao was eager to slip away from Bai Ling, so he quickly ran to the door and opened it for the person outside.

As soon as the door opened, Qi Guang glanced at Wang Guangyao, thought for a moment, and then said, "Oh, it's Guangyao."

Wang Guangyao was also slightly startled: "Brother Qi Guang? You came to our house for dinner today too?"

Qi Guang curled his lips when he heard this: "Yes, because a troublesome guy came to your house today."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. Qianqiu, push me in first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person standing behind Qi Guang and holding the handle of his wheelchair nodded.

Hearing the voice, Bai Ling looked back.

Then he saw a petite and frail girl grabbing Qi Guang's wheelchair with both hands, and she "picked" Qi Guang up easily as if she didn't use much strength.

The size of the wheelchair alone was almost a head bigger than that of the girl. In addition, Qi Guang was sitting on it. From a visual perspective, a small girl holding a wheelchair person horizontally was more impactful than Lin Jue picking up Ding Yan with one hand and throwing him into the artificial lake! Obviously, Wang Guangyao was stunned.

He stared blankly at the girl who carried Qi Guang in, changed her shoes, and pushed the wheelchair into the living room.

As soon as he arrived in the living room, Qi Guang saw Bai Ling.

“Tsk.”

An unusually loud smacking sound came from Qi Guang's mouth.

But even so, he asked the girl to push her wheelchair next to Bering's sofa and put her hands on the armrests of the sofa.

Sitting on the sofa, Bai Ling tilted his head and looked at Qi Guang: "Good evening, Director Qi."

"Good evening, but not very good," Qi Guang said unhappily, "The list you gave me today was really abstract. If it weren't for the first few names being relatively reliable, I would have thought you were deliberately making fun of me after reading the rest."

"It's easy to deal with semi-official organizations like the Secret Prayer People, but you've also targeted religious groups like Linghuamen and Jing'an Temple that advocate seclusion and avoid getting involved in worldly grudges?"

Facing this question, Bai Ling just smiled and said, "Escape from the world? No, in the future when the fog dissipates and everything comes naturally, these monks who keep their hearts will be the most active type."

"Because they are worried that the true meaning of their cultivation has also been distorted by some invisible force. After all, no one wants to see their ancestor crawl out of the grave with ideas that are completely opposite to their own. Therefore, in comparison, they are more aggressive towards those who are different from them."

After hearing Bai Ling's answer, Qi Guang just sighed: "That's what I said..."

But that is something that will happen in the future.

Now everyone feels that the threat from alien species is not that big, and even more so from the stubbornness of those religions.

Only after three months, when clues about the monsters can no longer be concealed and their frequency of appearances increases, will they attempt to enter the world.

Nowadays, they probably still hold the ideas of the older generation, believing that hiding in the mountains and forests is the true transcendence.

Thinking of this, Qi Guang lost interest: "Forget it, I don't need to ask you for these things. If I can't handle things like this, I think my brain really can't support my work."

At this moment, the girl from before suddenly popped her head out.

She held a cup in both hands, and there was clear water inside the quilt, which looked like a mirror reflecting the top of the cup.

Holding the cup of water, the girl placed it straight in front of Qi Guang with both hands with a calm expression.

Bai Ling could clearly feel that her gray eyes lacked the necessary agility.

It's like... a robot.

Looking at the girl holding the cup and offering him water, Qi Guang sighed and reached out his hand to touch the girl's head: "Very good, very good."

The girl's hair was messed up by Qi Guang's slightly rough action, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she squinted her eyes and looked like she was enjoying it.

Watching the interaction between the two people, Bai Ling said: "This is..."

Retracting his hand and taking the water cup from the girl, Qi Guang said, "Han Qianqiu, a poor little girl. She was sold when she was a child, and the buyer was an alien."

Hearing this, Bai Ling nodded slightly.

He didn't need to think too much to guess what the story would be about.

Although there are indeed alien species in this world that are friendly to humans, such as the "Weavers", the survivor effect cannot be taken seriously.

The vast majority of alien species are still cruel and brutal monsters to humans.

When telling the story of this girl, Qi Guang had no interest in making jokes and looked a little tired: "By the time we found her, she had a serious mental problem. Until now, she is rarely willing to communicate with others and doesn't have many friends. However, she has a good relationship with me."

Qi Guang shook his head and said, "I think it was because I was... angry that day. I killed the person who bought her in a rage. The method was quite cruel, and blood was splattered all over the walls."

"Qianqiu may be so attached to me because he saw me kill that beast with my own hands."

As he spoke, Qi Guang patted Han Qianqiu on the head and took a sip of water.

Then he almost vomited after drinking it: "Damn, tap water..."

He muttered, "Drinking tap water will break your intestines..."

Spitting the water aside, Qi Guang said nonchalantly, "By the way, regarding the joint military exercise, I still have something to explain to you."

As he said this, he handed the cup of water to Bai Ling.

When handing over the cup of water, Qi Guang's movements were very natural, without any pause or hesitation, as if this thing was supposed to be enjoyed by Bai Ling.

However, Bai Ling just looked at him and smiled.

Qi Guang, who had failed to gain any benefit, had to put the cup aside: "I don't know whether you understand the situation of the joint military exercise. However, even if you do, I need to emphasize that this is my duty and the rules."

"As a teacher accompanying them, you may lead a team. However, for safety and fairness reasons, your team should not include anyone you are familiar with. Your job is to protect those students, and if special circumstances arise, you must also take action to deal with them."

Qi Guang then changed his tone: "Of course, there is a high probability that nothing 'unexpected' will happen to you."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "In addition, the instructor is also obliged to give scores. Your score will be used as one of the final scores of the team. How should I put it? It doesn't really mean much. After all, you are only a small part of the scoring criteria."

"There are still some requirements. I'll tell you in half a month. This year's session is quite special, so there will be many new items. Remember to check them all when the time comes to avoid any mistakes."

In response to Qi Guang's serious reminder, Bai Ling nodded slightly.

Since he had already agreed to set out as a teacher, he should follow the rules that teachers should follow.

Nodding, Qi Guang patted the handle of the wheelchair: "Where is Wang Weizheng!"

"Hurry up and cook, I'm starving!"

Wang Wei, who was hearing these words, just walked out of the kitchen.

"Got it," Director Wang sighed, "It's ready and can be served."