Code Zero Nine

practise!

practise!

　　Han Feng steadily implemented according to the plan.

　　 Thanks to the improvement brought by "Advanced Deduction Skills", the Dance of Wind has become more powerful in Han Feng's hands, and Han Feng's control of energy is even stronger!

　　85%...

　　86%...

　　88%...

　　Han Feng's degree of completion continues to improve.

finally.

　　 After he fully integrated the skills of the dance of wind and the skills of sand table deduction, the completion of the park sand table stabilized at 92%, an amazing number.

"very good."

　　Han Feng is very satisfied.

Hey.

　　 The remaining 8%, even if it's a life-threatening one, can you pass it? !

　　 So far.

　　 The thread hanging from the head...

　　 The weird feeling of stepping on the line of life and death was finally relieved.

he.

　　 Han Feng.

　　 can survive!

　　...

　　 The next day.

　　Han Feng arrived at the unit.

　　 "Training again?"

　　 Uncle Zhang admired.

　　 These days, he watched Han Feng step by step from the beginning to the present, and also watched Han Feng's sand table become more perfect and more refined.

　　 Great progress.

　　 "You kid..."

　　 Uncle Zhang sighed, "Much better than me."

"Oh?"

　　 Han Feng's mind moved slightly.

　　 Uncle Zhang back then...

　　 How did a graduate of Super Academy get to the Urban Construction Bureau?

　　 "Uncle Zhang."

　　 Han Feng curiously asked, "What is your super element?"

　　"..."

　　 Uncle Zhang was silent for a moment.

for a long time.

　　 He just opened his mouth and said: "My super element belongs to the most common and widely classified fire element-the hand of flame, which can release hot flames from the palm of the hand and cause great damage. Super element code: 183."

"Oh?"

　　 Han Feng's eyes lit up.

　　 Flame!

　　 sounds very powerful!

　　 The last time Uncle Zhang was smoking, he was so handsome!

　　 However, with the element code of 183, it is almost the tail of the crane of the third echelon! Even the fire element is the most vulnerable type!

so…

　　 "Uncle Zhang."

　　Han Feng cautiously, "The highest temperature you currently display..."

"Hold on."

　　 Uncle Zhang waved his hand.

　　 soon.

　　 He was very skilled at taking out a huge sweet potato from the drawer of the office, holding it tightly with his right hand, a ball of flame wrapped his palm and began to burn in all directions.

for a long time.

　　 An attractive fragrance came.

　　 A burnt sweet potato with stout arms, freshly baked.

　　"..."

　　Han Feng was silent.

　　 Is this the compromise of middle-aged people to real life?

　　 "Try it?"

　　 Uncle Zhang handed it to Han Feng.

"good."

　　 Han Feng took it.

　　 Peeling aside the burnt black skin of the sweet potato, there is a delicate orange inside. He tasted it. It was soft and sweet, and there was a unique burnt fragrance.

"too delicious!"

　　 Han Feng was shocked.

　　 This taste is definitely not something that a microwave oven can make.

　　 This is the purest roasted sweet potato, and it is directly grilled with super energy elements. It is pure natural and pollution-free, far surpassing the kind in the stove!

　　 This is definitely a magical skill second only to pancakes!

"Ah."

　　 Uncle Zhang is a little proud.

　　 As long as anyone who has eaten his scorched sweet potato, there is no one who doesn't say it is good.

pity.

　　 will end here.

　　...

　　 "Can't you sell it?"

　　 Han Feng exclaimed.

　　 With such a taste, it won’t be bad even if you do business.

"no."

Uncle Zhang shook his head, "I have forgotten it. It takes energy to display the hand of flame, and it can be done through natural recovery. Once you do business, you must add energy to display it... The price of energy consumed by roasting sweet potatoes is not low, plus the rent. You can't make a lot of money in a month."

"What a pity."

　　Han Feng has some regrets.

　　 There is a feeling that such a beautiful thing is buried.

　　 "It's okay."

　　Uncle Zhang smiled, "You can come and eat Uncle Zhang's big sweet potato anytime."

　　"→_→"

　　 Han Feng was speechless.

　　 This is Uncle Zhang’s super power!

　　 The codes of super power elements are arranged in the Hand of Flame of 183.

　　 The third echelon still has some powerful auxiliary superpowers, but it's a bit embarrassing because the hand of flame is a pure combat type.

　　 No wonder...

　　 ahem.

　　 Sometimes, the direction is wrong, it is good to give up early.

　　...

"rest assured."

　　 "I'm used to it."

　　Uncle Zhang was very calm, "Giving up means giving up. I won't be entangled."

"Um."

　　 Han Feng nodded slightly.

　　 "How complete is your park sand table?"

　　 Uncle Zhang lighted a cigarette and took a hard sip.

　　 "92%!"

　　 Han Feng answered truthfully.

"How many?!"

　　 Uncle Zhang's hands trembled, his cigarette butts burned in circles in his hands.

　　 However, he didn't care, but looked at Han Feng blankly. Although he didn't understand the sand table master, he heard Lao Wang say this that day...

　　 It seems that as long as 100% can get the qualification certificate of "Shaban Master"!

and many more.

　　 That is to say.

　　 Han Feng only spent half a month, is he about to break through the F level? !

　　 This fucking...

　　 He is still an intern superpower for twenty years!

"wait."

　　 Uncle Zhang took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that this kind of blow could not be taken by himself, he had to share it, and let others suffer with him.

Um…

　　 "Pharaoh?"

　　 Uncle Zhang made a special call to call Wang Jiancai back.

　　 "What are you doing?"

　　 Pharaoh is dissatisfied.

　　 His work here is not over yet.

　　 "Guess how complete Han Feng's sand table is?"

　　 Uncle Zhang smiled slightly.

"Oh?"

　　 Lao Wang thought for a while, and decided to go bigger and say, "Could it be... it has reached 30%?"

"Ha ha."

　　Old Zhang smiled slightly and stretched out his finger: "92%!"

　　? ? ?

　　 Lao Wang's eyes changed from doubt to shock. After confirming with Han Feng, he changed from shock to doubt about life, and finally squatted in a corner blankly.

　　 "Uncle Wang..."

　　Han Feng is a little embarrassed.

　　Uncle Zhang is good at everything, but he is his own person, he is very bad.

"Hey-hey."

　　 Uncle Zhang has a smirk on his face.

　　啧.

　　 Let the guy like Pharaoh show off how wise he is to be a sandbox and how stupid he is to give up the road to super power...

now…

Hey-hey.

"do you know?"

　　 "Han Feng."

　　 Uncle Wang tears his eyes, "It took me five years, and it took me five full years to become a sandbox maker!"

　　 "When other people are playing games, I am practicing on the sand table."

　　 "When others are reading novels, I am practicing on the sand table."

　　 "When other people are in love, I am practicing on the sand table."

　　 "When other people fail their exams, I am practicing on the sand table."

"The results of it?"

　　 "I am still a sandbox maker, and there is still a long way to go before playing the sandbox. You are about to catch up with me in only half a month..."

　　 "What's the point of me all these years?"

　　Uncle Wang is sad.

　　"..."

　　Han Feng didn't know how to comfort him, "Do you regret becoming a sandboxer?"

"Do not."

　　 Uncle Wang shook his head, "I just regretted that I wasted my time in college. Back then, if I knew something in college, I won't be single now."

　　Han Feng:? ? ?

　　 hey hey?

"Yes."

　　 The complacency on Lao Zhang’s face also solidified. Speaking of feelings...

Hey.

　　 Along the way, life is unpredictable.

　　 No hurry, I'm only twenty.

　　 No hurry, I'm only twenty-five.

　　 No hurry, I'm only thirty.

　　What anxious, I'm thirty-five, anxious is useful?

　　 What anxious, I'm forty...

Then.

That's all.

　　 Then.

　　 Uncle Zhang is also depressed.

　　 "Han Feng."

"do you know?"

　　 Uncle Zhang's eyes were a little lost, "Back then, my dad and I ate together, skipped classes, and were beaten... even girls who liked the same one."

"Hey?"

　　Han Feng was surprised, "Could it be..."

"Yes."

　　Uncle Zhang sighed, "I did like your mother back then, but well, your father chased him first, so I will help your father chase him."

　　 "You are so righteous!"

　　 Han Feng exclaimed.

　　 Uncle Zhang is really benevolent and righteous.

"Ah."

　　 "Just made a correct choice."

　　Uncle Zhang laughed at himself, "However, sometimes, in the dead of night, I would also think about it, if I had caught up with your mother back then, maybe now I have the sixth child..."

　　? ? ?

　　 Han Feng's face turned black.

　　How can you insult people so much?

　　 But after another thought, to my mother, there seems to be no problem with this...

　　淦!

　　...

　　 Then.

　　 Everyone feels gloomy together.

　　Han Feng: "..."

　　What can he say?

　　 sigh.

　　 Fortunately.

　　 Uncle Zhang has been hit frequently over the years and has long been used to it.

"never mind."

　　 "The past is like smoke."

　　 Old Zhang shot a spark from his right hand to light a cigarette, watching the smoke ring rolling, floating in the air like his own memories, he was full of emotions, "Years..."

　　 "Uncle Zhang."

　　 "You didn't plan to find someone?"

　　 Han Feng is curious.

　　 "How easy is it."

　　Uncle Zhang laughed dumbly, "When two people with different personalities are together, they will only stand up to each other. It's not as clean as a single person."

"Oh…"

　　 Han Feng doesn't quite understand.

　　 He really doesn't know about feelings.

　　 Although he had no shortage of girlfriends before, UU reading www.uukanshu. However, the relationship between the two parties is limited to the mutual conflict that occurs on the physical level, and has not yet developed to the level of language conflict and life contradiction.

　　 "You will understand later."

　　Uncle Zhang looked vicissitudes of life, "The most important thing in life is not to die!"

"Oh…"

　　 Han Feng seems to understand but not understand.

　　 It seems that Uncle Zhang is also a person with a story.

　　 And this time.

　　 Sister Wang from the Finance Department next door turned over and said, "Old Zhang, have you been busy? I have an account here or come back, you have time to come with me."

"okay."

　　 Uncle Zhang pinched Yanpidianpidian and passed by.

"Hi."

　　 "Sister Wang, just send me a private message next time."

　　 "No need, no need to report this kind of trivial matter, just ask me to have a meal in the evening... I heard that there is a car tour nearby... Late night barbecue, the taste is very good."

　　? ? ?

　　 Han Feng was wrong.

　　 This is what you always said that life will not end in life? !

　　 Where will it be?

　　 You have reached the stage of negligence, right?

never mind.

　　Han Feng sighed, what happened to the elders, can it be called something?

　　 Actually.

　　 He suddenly felt that this state is also good.

　　 Parents live the lives of their parents.

　　 Uncle Zhang has the life of Uncle Zhang.

Rather than being kidnapped by life...children are kidnapped by their parents' lives, parents are kidnapped by their children's lives, the involuntary life that everyone leads is always for who and for whom, never for one moment, for oneself .

therefore.

　　 Han Feng decided to live his life well.

　　 this moment.

　　 Life and death line, only 14 days left.

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