Net fishing No. 123

  Fierce Tiger Teacher No. 123 Net Fishing

  The Great Sage is not a good sniper, but the Great Sage is a world-class scout. His grasp of terrain and analysis of timing are the main directions for Wang Jian to learn from.

  So the task of division is to be completed by Dasheng. And the task assigned to Wang Jian, the most difficult and terrifying, was to serve as a meat shield, to survive for more than ten minutes under the guns of the Divine Eagle.

  This was a task that was almost impossible to complete, but Wang Jian was full of confidence. Of course, the Great Sage would assign him such a task, mainly because he believed in Wang Jian's ability. After all, this guy was like a bulldozer, and his close combat skills were nearly invincible. Almost no one could get around him, and anyone who passed in front of him would be knocked down within three seconds.

  Liang Huanhuan was naturally the sniper, and her mission was simple: to protect everyone, including Wang Jian's support team, and to take out Xian Yun with a single shot at the right moment. She had been preparing for this task, after all, that person was the only obstacle standing in her way of becoming the greatest sniper god. If she could get rid of Xian Yun, she would be able to proudly declare to the world that she was the number one sniper god in the entire Chinese region.

  As for Tianran Er and Jinhui Ming, although they are both very capable, they are currently of no use. After all, this is not the world of Harry Potter, where high intelligence can cast magic. Before Zhang Yun was killed or Wang Jian was killed, they had to stay in a safe place to take care of Dawei... Neither of them had any objections to this requirement. Instead, Jinhui Ming asked Huang Weilong to help Wang Jian retrieve his steel crossbow from the office drawer, and she also began searching for usable herbs in the forest park, preparing to apply poison to the arrows.

  In the center of the forest park, there is an artificial lake. Next to the lake, there is a three-story small workshop, mainly for students to burn ceramic works and sculptures. The doorman is only one old man in his sixties who smells strongly of wine. He obviously knows Dawei, after all, this self-proclaimed artist often comes here to play.

  "What's going on?" The old man looked at Da Wei who was in a coma and also had a puzzled face: "What happened to him?"

  Wang Jian chuckled: "Carsick, fell asleep. Do you have a house? Let him rest for a while, quiet down, the kids will be here soon."

  "You're welcome."

  The old man turned around and took Wang Jian to a dark room, gloomy, with no windows on all sides, but it was very dry and warm.

  "This is behind the kiln house, just a single room, it's where I watch the kiln, let this little guy sleep here."

  Wang Jian waved at Tianran Er and Jinhui Ming: "Come in."

  "Ah Jian, you must come back oh." Tian Ran Er stretched out her little thumb: "Let's make a pinky promise first."

  Wang Jian chuckled and hooked his arm around hers: "Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine."

  Jin Huiming walked up to Wang Jian, tugged on his sleeve, and then looked at him with red eyes: "Old Wang, actually if it wasn't for me being a jinx, today's incident wouldn't have happened... I'm indeed someone who invites trouble, right?"

  "Silly girl." Wang Jian squatted down, helping her tidy up her disheveled hair: "Watch how Old Wang resolves this matter, and I'll make you chicken curry for dinner tonight."

  As soon as the words fell, Jin Huiming suddenly pounced into Wang Jian's arms, and without saying a word, she planted a kiss on his lips, then bit down hard before releasing him. She glared at him fiercely: "If you don't come back, I'll keep investigating until I find out who did it, and when I do, I'll wipe out their entire clan!"

  Wang Jian stood up and wiped his mouth: "I told you not to kiss me randomly, this is too much, don't you have any sense of guilt?"

  "I don't care." Jin Huiming provocatively glanced at Tianran Er: "When you're thirty, I'll be twenty, and my hair will have grown out too. Let's see what you have to say then."

  Wang Jian awkwardly spread his hands: "That's just how she is."

  Naturally, the two of them nodded in understanding: "I know, you must be careful yourself, your chances of winning are 93.27%, I don't want you to fall victim to that 6.73% chance."

  "Haha......" Wang Jian pinched Tian Er's face: "This doesn't need to be calculated, it's 100%."

  After finishing, he messed up Jin Huiming's hair as usual, and waved his hand at the two of them: "Let's go."

  As Wang Jian left, Jin Huiming's gentle eyes suddenly turned cold and stern. She looked up at Tianran Er, whose eyes were slightly red, and said harshly: "You, call Ye Wen and let him know that once he arrives, everyone can move freely. Bring the barbecue rack and make this place chaotic!"

  "I've already hit it." Tian Ran's eyes were still glazed over: "That's what I said too."

  "Alright, you're not stupid." Little Jin sat down on a brick, holding his face in his hands: "If I hadn't insisted on going to the buffet, this wouldn't have happened. If only I weren't such an unlucky star..."

  "It has nothing to do with you." Tian Ran Er slowly shifted her gaze to Xiao Jin: "You're not a jinx, you should know that."

  "There are many things that can't be explained by science." Little Jin smiled wistfully: "Everything that is good to me, everything I like, will die."

  Tian Ran patted her head: "Ajian won't."

  Wang Jian had already taken off his outer clothes, wearing only a tank top, revealing his robust muscles and the faint tiger tattoo. He looked incredibly handsome, especially after Liang Huan saw the tattoo and her eyes widened in surprise. She then pulled down her pant legs to cover up the large butterfly tattoo on her ankle... "Are you here to flirt with Huan?" The Great Sage also wore a black tank top, his muscles looking even more impressive than Wang Jian's: "She loves this."

  "Pfft." Liang Huanhuan loaded the bullets into the M700 while spitting at Dasheng, but when she spat, she secretly glanced at Wang Jian: "You two, stop making me sick."

  Wang Jian didn't have the mood to joke around. Looking at the distant bus slowly approaching, he pointed at Liang Huanhuan: "You should go do what you need to do."

  "Go if you go... what's the fuss." Liang Huanhuan said, then started smearing camouflage on her face, wrapped her exposed skin with a gray-green cloth, and began collecting weeds and dry leaves, and stuck them onto her sun hat with a sticky substance.

  The Great Sage pulled out two Uzi submachine guns from his backpack, mounted silencers on them, and loaded seven or eight magazines and a revolver onto himself. With an air of killing intent, he said, "It's time to clean up the door."

  Wang Jian patted the Great Sage's waist: "You have to come back alive, your sister-in-law is still waiting for you to satisfy her every day."

  The Great Sage was taken aback, then punched Wang Jian with a fist: "You little brat, when did you also learn to play the yellow tune? Haha... Alright, after I clean up the door, please have a big meal."

  "KFC Family Bucket, two buckets." Wang Jian drew a "two": "Also Mexican chicken rolls, many of them."

  "Die!" The Great Sage burst out laughing and flashed into the dense forest, disappearing in an instant.

  Wang Jian now had to wait, silently waiting. Before he knew it, the students' bus had arrived in front of him, and then the kids from Class 29 swarmed out chattering.

  "Ah yo! Dear Teacher Wang! I miss you!" Emperor of the mouth, Zhao Feng, looked at Wang Jian and opened his arms to give him a warm hug: "Let me have a hot and spicy hug!"

  Wang Jian picked up a small stone and flicked it at his forehead: "Get a grip."

  Behind him was the quiet and beautiful Bai Fumei, He Rui. At first glance, she saw Wang Jian wearing a sleeveless shirt, and her face immediately turned red. She circled around Wang Jian several times, and when she saw the tattoo on his back, her breathing suddenly became urgent. However, she then ran away in embarrassment... "Boss, your tattoo is so domineering!" Tang Jun came down and saw Wang Jian's tattoo at first glance. He stared at it with envy for a long time: "Damn, which tattoo artist did this? Just by looking at the edges, I can tell it was done by a master, probably costing tens of thousands of yuan?"

  "Stinky kid." Wang Jian smiled and ruffled his hair: "You guys are doing great, today is the last time to relax before the mid-term exam, no one is allowed to leave this house."

  At this time, the big guy Huang Weilong walked to Wang Jian's side, took out the crossbow wrapped in cloth from his backpack, and handed it over to Wang Jian along with a bundle of arrows he had respectfully given to his master: "Master, this was made by a friend of my dad who sells handmade guns. There are 100 of them... but only less than 40 of them are qualified."

  "Thanks." Wang Jian patted Huang Weilong's hand: "Later I'll ask you to do something, just keep an eye on these guys, no one can leave your sight, no one can leave this small lake."

  "No problem." Huang Weilong looked at Wang Jian and hesitated: "Teacher you..."

  Wang Jian smiled: "I'm going to hunt wild boars."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Jian walked to He Ami who was doing stretching exercises by the lake: "Ami, it's all up to you now."

  He Anmei nodded and said with a pleasant mood: "I like to eat barbecue the most, and another Wang teacher? Where is she?"

  "She's carsick, resting in the house. You guys go ahead and play, I'll be right back."

  Bidding farewell to Amy, he briefly gave the monkey cubs some rules, then hurriedly walked into the forest, and after a turn, like a ninja, climbed up a large tree with dense branches and leaves, leaning on the branch, watching the students by the lake who had already started their busy work, quietly enjoying the tranquility before the storm.

  "I'm in position." The voice of Liang Huanhuan came from the walkie-talkie hanging on her ear: "Over."

  Then, the Great Sage's voice also came: "Get into position."

  "According to calculations, the target will arrive in twenty minutes."

  Wang Jian listened and picked up the intercom: "The cage is ready."

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