Chapter 69 Target!

"Outside the number! Outside the number!"

"The Ripper under the Darkness provoked the arrest of His Excellency Jason, Special Counsel to the Police!"

"Outside the number! Outside the number!"

"The Ripper under the Darkness provoked the arrest of His Excellency Jason, Special Counsel to the Police!"

...

A few hours later than usual, the cries of newsboys appeared in the streets.

People stopped and paid for it.

You must know that in Xindecheng in recent months, the 'Ripper in the Night' can be regarded as a famous figure, who has brought countless fearful nights to people.

Even, let people dare not appear on the streets of Xindecheng at night.

Although most of the time, people don't show up on cold winter nights either.

However, that doesn't stop people from wondering who Jason is.

And when people learned about Jason's past from the newspaper, many people flocked to Pea Corner Street curiously.

From a detailed report in the newspaper, they learned that Jason was temporarily living in the 'Watchdog Pastry House'.

It's just that the 'Watchdog Pastry House' has already hung a sign of suspension of business at this moment.

Where has Jason gone?

Everyone is wondering.

At the moment, Jason is sitting in the student union office of St. Mungo's College.

Classroom 13 is different from the temporary meeting room.

The official meeting room of the Student Union is in Room 33 on the fifth floor.

Leaning in a sofa chair, Jason looked at the prompt in front of him

【City recognition +25%】

...

A figure that far exceeds the previous figure.

"That guy is more influential than I thought."

Jason thought,

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Although Jason didn't see today's newspapers, the late release of Xindecheng newspapers made Jason already guess what these newspapers were going to do.

It's nothing more than publishing everything about 'The Ripper under the Night' for the first time.

Teddy, who was sitting opposite Jason, saw Jason's smile.

"Mr. Jason, you seem very happy?"

"Anything good?"

The female student council president asked, and then, after thinking about it, she added: "Today's lunch is a normal lunch, and there are no special snacks."

"Why not?"

Jason's attention was immediately drawn.

Although he didn't know the so-called special snack before.

"Additional meals only exist on the monthly issue."

"It was made by the teachers of the cooking class for the students and teachers who have performed well for half a month."

"It's an extra reward."

The female pastry chef who knew St Mungo's College very well explained.

"What does it mean to be a good performer?"

Jason focused on the point.

"Maintaining the school's image, abiding by school discipline, good learning or good teaching are all counts."

The female student council president replied.

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Jason had already stood up.

"What are you waiting for?"

"As the instructor of the student union, I can't wait to start my first teaching to you."

Jason said.

"But the guidance class of the student union is only needed once a week..."

"I can add class."

Jason said without a doubt.

"But everyone..."

"Do you remember your oath?"

"Do you still want to learn real battlefield skills?"

"Or, are you planning to back off?"

Jason interrupted the female student council president with a serious expression.

"of course not."

"We will never forget our oath."

The female student council president answered with the same seriousness.

"very good."

"Ten minutes later, the racecourse will gather."

Jason nodded.

"Yes."

The female student council president turned around and walked out.

When walking out the door, the female student council president was a little stunned.

Did she get a kick out of it?

However, the words have been spoken just now, and if you regret it at this time...

Do not!

Can not go back!

I will keep my oath!

Thinking of this, the female student will walk forward with great strides.

In the conference room, with the departure of the female student council president, Jason, who had a serious face just now, instantly became excited.

Snack!

Still food made by a cooking class teacher!

That must taste great!

Jason thought.

And the female pastry chef looked at it all with a smile.

She knew Jason was there to eat.

Although this is a bit sorry for my friend, but compared with Jason, what does Teddy count?

It's just that she stayed in a good mood.

The kind that can be thrown away at will.

I'm sorry I'm sorry.

and……

Jason is so cute at this time.

Different from that powerful look.

But it made her even more excited.

How to do?

How to do?

Some couldn't help it.

Jason, who was immersed in food fantasies, seemed to have noticed something. When he turned his head, all he saw was a confused female pastry chef.

"Did I just fall asleep?"

"I have this problem."

"Always don't know when to fall asleep."

After the female pastry chef noticed Jason's gaze, she explained a little embarrassedly.

"Since childhood?"

Jason asked.

"no."

"It only appeared after I accidentally set the cooking classroom on fire during my last entrance exam."

"The doctor said it was similar to post-traumatic stress syndrome."

The female pastry chef shook her head and said.

Also PTSD?

Jason was startled.

It never occurred to him that a female pastry chef would have a similar experience to 'him'.

"Do I need to see another doctor?"

"I know a psychiatrist who is very good."

Jason said out of concern for his friends.

"Is that Doctor Hannibal?"

asked the pastry chef.

Jason nodded.

Immediately, there was an extremely strong resistance in the heart of the female pastry chef.

Then, the words that came out of her heart made her involuntarily speak:

"no need."

"That doctor made me feel weird."

"I don't like it very much."

Jason watched the female pastry chef, and immediately chose to give up after discovering the persistence of the female pastry chef.

"OK."

He just did it out of good intentions and didn't force it.

Then, the two walked towards the racecourse together.

This time, the female pastry chef walking beside Jason completely recovered the slightly confused feeling.

Jason looked at the female pastry chef calmly and remained silent.

The world will have unspoken secrets.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Because, who can truly open their hearts?

After all, there are two things in the world that cannot be looked directly at... the sun and the human heart.

Along the way, after all the members of the student council gathered, Jason brought the female pastry chef to the racecourse.

"Mr. Jason, all the members are assembled."

"Excuse me, what are we training today?"

The female student council president stood at the front of the line and reported to Jason.

Jason was about to say something.

Suddenly he felt a glance over him.

Filled with extreme malice.

'Ghost Squad'? !

Jason's eyes froze.

Subconsciously, he moved towards the position of the female pastry chef.

Then

boom!

The girl student council president fell to the ground with the sound of gunfire.