Song Min said, "This is a photo of the young master's military training in his first year of high school."

The students in the photo are all wearing camouflage uniforms, military caps on their heads, belts on their waists, and their feet wearing green military shoes are close together, looking forward with their heads raised, standing upright like green bamboo.

They were so young and energetic in their salute postures.

Huang Dan looked at him and saw a boy standing in the last row, the tallest, standing out from the crowd.

Like everyone else, the boy was laughing, but his smile was a little lazy and did not belong to that age innocence.

His military cap was also worn inappropriately, and he was placed on his head casually. In the shadow under the brim, he was handsome, disdainful, and arrogant, and smashed it on his face.

It was what appeared on the boy's face, not in his eyes. In his eyes, there was concentration, gentleness, firmness, and a hint of careful madness.

After many years, Huang Dan couldn't remember many people and things in high school. He had already forgotten the appearance of a gangster, but now he looked at the photos and got a little more impression.

He recognized that the tallest boy was a gangster.

Taking the photo closer, Huang Dan found that the gangster turned his head slightly and looked in one direction very seriously.

Huang Dan followed the gangster's gaze and saw himself.

A little unexpected.

Huang Dan went to see it again and was sure that he was correct. He put the photo on the table and bent his fingers and tapped a few times.

Song Min said, "Is there any problem?"

Huang Shan said no, "There will be a high school classmate reunion tomorrow."

Song Min asked, "Am or afternoon?"

Huang Dan said, "The schedule is three o'clock in the afternoon, and he said he could play all night."

Song Min said, "Young Master is going?"

Huang Dan pinched his nose bridge, "I agreed, I can't go back on my word."

Speaking of which, it was inexplicable and strange to travel through time. It started after agreeing to attend the class reunion.

Song Min said seriously, "What the young master said is that since he agreed, he will not be untrustworthy. What time will he call you tomorrow?"

Huang Dan said, "It's good for normal time."

Song Min asked him to go to bed early after drinking milk, so he stepped back and took him out.

Huang Dan picked up the milk and drank it sipped. His fingertips rubbed against the edge of the photo, and suddenly turned the photo over.

There is a sentence in English after that.

The translation is - My Princess, we will meet soon.

Huang Dan twitched his mouth, Your Highness, Princess? Did you write the word wrong, or did you send the photo wrong?

He put the photo in the drawer, thought about it and took it out, found the Chinese document on the shelf, and threw it in casually.

There was a thunderous sound on the window and raindrops hitting the glass, which made people feel upset.

Huang Dan took a shower after drinking milk. When he lay down in the quilt, the rain was still falling and there was no sign of stopping for the time being.

He reached the phone on the bedside table, poked the screen and browsed the news and looked at it.

The bedroom has a moderate temperature, which makes people fall asleep peacefully.

Huang Dan lost insomnia. After he had brushed the news less than ten times, he compromised against this winter night, got up, put on his coat, and went to the study next door.

The light cast by the desk lamp is very warm, and the person will feel relaxed physically and mentally.

Huang Dan opened a sketchbook and planned to draw something. He took a 2B pencil, then took a knife, and sharpened the pencil in front of the garbage can.

I don’t know if it was because I used too much force or if the pencil was thrown before I bought it, a small piece of refill in front broke and fell into the garbage can with a snap.

Huang Dan continued to sharpen the refill and sharpened it. He drew a contour on the white paper, which was a man's face with clear edges.

The refill was broken again.

Huang Dan frowned, and he carried the garbage can to his feet, lowered his eyes to sharpen the pencil.

Sharpening pencils is not an easy job. Some people will sharpen pencils like works of art. Huang Dan is not the kind of person. He can only sharpen pencils like dogs.

I had a lot of pencil dust on my hands and didn't even wipe the yellow sheet, so I started to refine the outline on the paper.

He was serious about painting, forgot about time, and had no rest.

I accidentally drew the eyes of the person in the painting with double eyelids. I wanted to touch the eraser. An eraser appeared in front of me. The hand holding the eraser was a little fat and a little short. The nails were blue nail polish. This piece fell a lot and it was not good-looking.

At this moment, a rustling sound appeared beside Huang Dan's ears, the sound of pencil rubbing against the drawing paper, and a female voice was sandwiched in the noisy sounds, "What are you thinking? Do you want an eraser? If you don't want it, I won't return it to you."

Huang Shanxun looked at him and saw a childish smile. He was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old with a ponytail and the eraser was held in her hand, shaking in front of his eyes.

He immediately lowered his head, the desk under his nose disappeared, the unfinished painting disappeared, and replaced by a painting board, supported by a tripod, with a piece of painting paper on it, small nails of different colors nailed at four corners, and a large iron clip on the top fixed the painting paper and the painting board together.

There are still lifes that have just been drafted on the drawing paper.

This is the studio.

Huang Dan smelled a mixed smell, mixed with pigments, moisture, breakfast, soil...

He still traveled through time.

"Hey, why are you still dazed?"

Huang Dan came back to his senses, and he said nothing, but just reached out to catch the eraser.

The girl didn't think much about it, turned her head and talked and laughed with others. She held a pencil in her hand and drew two strokes on the drawing paper, stuffing dried sweet potatoes into her mouth from time to time, using all three things.

Huang Dan pinched the eraser and said, "Mr. System, are you here?"

The system responded quickly, "It's here, but I'm leaving soon."

Huang Dan is prepared, "Do you want to prepare for the exam?"

"Yes."

System, "Mr. Huang, the above has made arrangements. During the period when you leave, a senior worker will come to receive you."

Huang Shan asked, "Do you understand?"

System, "I haven't seen anyone, I have only heard of legends."

Huang Dan was speechless.

System, "According to the company's regulations, you cannot talk about colleagues behind the scenes."

When Huang Dan heard this, he knew there was a chance.

The next moment, the mechanical sound of the system sounded, "However, I am not talking about it, but just expressing my admiration and admiration for that person."

Huang Dan was speechless again.

System, "Mr. Huang, I have done a survey for you. That person is the 666th jurisdiction of Supernatural Area 120. He is selfless and has a strong principle. Don't reason and favors to him. If it doesn't work, don't mess with him."

Huang Dan remembered the work code, for nothing else, just casually.

System, "The last sentence, the existence of Zone 120 is that everyone has their own destiny, and everyone has their own destiny. Mr. Huang remember not to try to change anyone's destiny."

Huang Shan is grateful. Mr. System is going to prepare for the exam, and he is still worried about him so much. "I wish the exam a smooth and I will wait for you to come back."

[Mr. Huang, your guardian sends you a "love hug". Are you willing to accept it?]

Huang Dan thought for a while, "I'm willing."

The body of Mr. System did not appear in front of him, but he just felt that he was being hugged.

The next second, a voice appeared in Huang Dan's mind, "Host, the guardian who takes over you is teleporting."

"Ding, the teleportation is completed."

Before Huang Dan could react, he heard the sound in his mind. It was still the mechanical sound he was familiar with, but he had the illusion of even colder, "Now, post the task, please check it carefully, and take it back in thirty seconds."

Very formulaic tone.

Huang Dan was stunned for a moment and didn't chat with the legendary character. He couldn't talk, "Okay."

The last sound falls and the task screen appears.

[Lin Mao's crazy: Damn it, it's so damn. Guess what I saw when I came to the studio this morning? I saw that the head that I finished painting last night was passive. That head was shameless. I must know which bastard was killed!]

Thirty seconds later, the task screen disappears.

Huang Dan sighed in his heart, and the fifth time travel began.

System, "If you have any questions, please be shocked."

Huang Dan, “I know.”

He asked, "What do I call you? Mr. 6?"

System, "Lu."

Huang Dan said, "Oh, Mr. Lu, please give me some advice during the next period."

A lot of memories surging like a tide, instantly submerging his mind. He didn't care about thinking or asking anything.

The owner of this body is Zhang Shuran, seventeen years old, from T City. He has just arrived in the studio for less than half a month. He was scared to death and didn't know what he saw.
To be continued...