"I'll go back soon." Bai Zian paid the money and looked up and down at the two people, whose temperaments were obviously different from ordinary people.

I remembered Ji Shaorong saying that the police were watching the store manager.

She stuck the straw in, bit the straw and went to wait for Mao Kun in the alley ahead.

Five minutes after Bai Qian left, Mao Kun walked over from the end of Qingshui Street with heavy steps.

The store manager was still sharpening the knife. He squatted in front of the store manager and looked at it for a minute before commenting: "Uncle, your knife is not sharp enough and cannot cut bones quickly. I will bring you a sharp one in two days."

"It's okay." The store manager flashed the knife reflecting the cold.

The two police officers who were about to change their shift took a deep breath.

Bai Qian was waiting for Mao Kun in his usual place, leaning against the wall. His slender white fingers were picking at the straw, and his other hand was pressing the phone to memorize words.

As soon as he saw her, Mao Kun quickened his pace and said, "Sister."

He had something to do these two days, so Bai Qian asked him to come over a day early.

Bai Xian stuffed the phone back into his pocket, tilted his head lazily, with a very relaxed posture, his eyebrows shrouded in darkness: "Are you adding sandbags?"

She could see that Mao Kun's limbs were tied with more than a kilogram of sandbags.

"Oh yes," Mao Kun raised his right hand and showed Bai Zian the egg-sized silver-white metal on his wrists and ankles, "I originally used iron, but my godfather said that two pounds of iron is too big, so he gave me

I changed it to this one."

As he said that, he took out a cloth bag and showed Bai Zian the other four metal belongings of the same eldest lady, "I prepared this for you."

Bai Zian felt surprised.

She picked up a piece of metal the size of an egg and weighed it in her hands.

It's obviously only the size of an egg, but weighs two kilograms.

The density is much higher than iron.

Bai Qian has to go to school and it is inconvenient to tie sandbags on her hands, but such a small metal one is fine.

She picked up four pieces of metal and threw them away casually, with a lazy posture, a slight smile on her lips, and nonchalantly complimented: "Very good."

Mao Kun looked at her casually throwing eight pounds of things: "..."

Today, his two hands were replaced with two kilograms of metal each, and he missed two bites of the food at night.

"Today I'm going to teach you body strength, in conjunction with the boxing technique from last time." Bai Qian shook four pieces of metal at random and taught him the body technique. "Three training positions, the first one is with the left foot in front and the right foot behind."

As she said that, she put her four pieces of metal into his hand, "use it as a long stick, push forward and sweep with your right hand, follow with your right foot, pull back with your right hand, push forward with your left hand..."

Suddenly being pressed by an eight-pound object, Mao Kun's right hand shook.

Bai Zian slowly bent over, holding the milk carton in his left hand. He pressed the cold corner of the milk carton against his right hand and gently lifted it up.

Mao Kun looked at her lazy face, her dark eyes clearly not offensive, but it made him feel even more stressed.

"Steady." Bai Zian saw that he had stood firm before letting go of the milk carton.

It took him half an hour to learn the three body-strengthening movements today before he could memorize them by heart.

"Sister, am I stupid?" Mao Kun walked her to the door and suddenly asked cautiously on the way.

Bai Qian cut out a word and said without raising his head when he heard the words, "I have a poor memory, but I am very talented in martial arts."

Mao Kun was stunned.

It was the first time someone praised him.

After a long while, he touched his head and said, "Then can I teach Xiaowu and Xiaoqi?"

It's his two followers.

"Okay." In front of him was the courtyard gate. Bai Qian gave him a look and asked him to go back.

She stood at the door of the yard and opened the door without a key.

Two seconds later.

Ji Heng, who was about to pick her up, opened the door and saw someone standing calmly at the door.

Ji Heng was silent for a moment, then turned sideways to let her in, "What are you holding in your hand?"

Seeing her fingertips hooking a bag, he reached out and took it.

His hand sank as soon as he received it, and he almost staggered. Bai Xian quickly supported the person with quick eyes and hands, and raised his head sincerely, "Grandpa, I'll do it."

Then he slowly hooked the bag over with one finger.

It was very relaxed, as if the bag was not eight pounds heavy, but a feather.

Ji Heng: "...?"

"What is this?" He locked the door and looked at her. It was only about the size of four eggs.

So heavy?

"A tool for exercising," Bai Zian took out a small ball from the bag and tilted his head: "Grandpa, do you have a thicker belt? I'll put it on."

Five minutes later.

Ji Heng looked at his weak granddaughter and tied four balls to her hands and feet.

Then she said "good night" to him calmly.

**

Early the next morning.

Bai Qian made an appointment with Jiang He to go to the Xiangcheng Library.

The No. 12 bus on Qingshui Street is very convenient. It runs from the city gate to Qingshui Street to the school to the library. It is an assembly line that almost runs through the entire Xiangcheng.

The library is just next to the school.

From a distance in the car, Bai Zian saw Jiang He squatting by the lamppost opposite the library.

Wearing a small blue shirt and a white vest, he squatted facing the pillar and ignored anyone around him.

Jiang Fuli stood beside him, with a cold face, helping Jiang He restore the broken Rubik's Cube to its three central faces with the same color.

He was wearing a black T-shirt, his cold white fingers seemed to be holding frost and snow, and his long black eyelashes were curled.

He slowly restored the Rubik's Cube with one hand while looking down at him coldly: "Did you squat here all night to restore it with your feet?"

Jiang He didn't want to stay next to him, so he moved to another position and squatted facing the trash can.

"Do you think it's time for you to fit in?" Jiang Fuli sneered.

Jiang He covered his ears with both hands.

opposite.

Ming Dongheng and Bureau Chen stood far away from the black business car, not daring to get close to them.

Ming Dongheng, who was nervous, saw the No. 12 bus arriving. He cheered up. The bus stopped and an aqua figure got off. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Bureau Chen was smoking with his eyebrows furrowed.

When he saw Bai Xian, he immediately put out his cigarette. Finally knowing what Ming Dongheng was waiting for, he immediately greeted Bai Xian: "Miss Bai."

"Miss Bai," Ming Dongheng also stepped forward. He respectfully handed the small schoolbag in his hand to Bai Jian, "This is the young master's schoolbag. Please give it to him later."

When Jiang Fuli taught Jiang He a lesson, no one in the entire Jiang family dared to approach Dongheng.

Even Jiang Xijue would be affected when he passed by.

Jiang Fuli stayed in the laboratory last night and did not come back.

Jiang He didn't sleep at home alone. In the middle of the night, he ran to the opposite side of the library to wait for Bai Qian. After the Rubik's Cube was broken, he squatted by the pillar, motionless.

Ming Dongheng did not dare to disturb Jiang Fuli, nor did he dare to call Bai Jian.

Jiang Fuli's laboratory involved the handover of detectors. Ming Dongheng knew the importance and stayed with Jiang He here.

Jiang Fuli didn't know Jiang He was here until he came back in the morning.

"Jiang He's?" Bai Qian reached out and took the small backpack with Chinese cabbage printed on it from Ming Dongheng's hand.

Today she was wearing a wide aqua placket top with wide sleeves, a dark green horse mask underneath, and her hair was still tied up with a wooden hairpin.

As soon as he raised his hand, a touch of red and a silver-white metal made of an egg were faintly revealed on his wrist.

"Yes," Ming Dongheng glanced at Jiang Fuli, "If you can, please tell the young master that Bureau Chen will come to him if he has something to do."

Bai Zian walked towards the opposite side.

Director Chen still held the extinguished cigarette in one hand, and he was still staring at the silver-white metal in Bai Jian's hand.

Ming Dongheng frowned and reminded sternly, "Bureau Chen, pay attention to your gaze."

"Ah," Director Chen came back to his senses and looked at Ming Dongheng faintly, "Mr. Ming, don't you think the silver decoration on Miss Bai's hand looks familiar?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Ming Dongheng glanced at him gloomily.

"Hey, no," Bureau Chen quickly explained, "Is it such a big piece of iridium? Such a big piece! It must weigh two kilograms! It's still purely natural, not recycled! It's enough to make a rocket engine.
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