Four Hundred and Ninety-Five, the Person I Like Is Never a Flower in a Greenhouse

Qinghe Group is located in the hinterland of the Central Plains, but unlike other consortiums that often control several or even dozens of barriers, Qinghe Group always controls only one area. According to the number of the barrier alliance, it should be barrier 66.

But these years, Qinghe Group's own people don't care that it is called the No. 66 barrier, but the city of Los Angeles.

As time passed, other people also began to call that barrier Los Angeles.

As special as Fort 178 is.

When the barrier alliance was first established, the Qinghe Group showed a strong side. They had a fixed organization, a solid organizational structure, and many technologies that had been preserved from before the catastrophe. Of course, they did not retain all of them.

At the beginning, other consortiums were wary of Qinghe Group, but after a long time, everyone found that Qinghe Group did not seem to be very interested in expanding its territory.

Moreover, the Qinghe Group has never been seen in the previous resource scrambles in the Central Plains. They are just stubbornly looking for something.

But what is even more strange is that the person in charge of Qinghe Group is surnamed Xu. The old Xu family is a single descendant. It is said that the ancestors sold sanitary napkins. Later, a technical genius named Xu Nuo came out, who became a great success next to the boss of Qinghe.

However, the big boss of Qinghe seems to have no descendants, so the Xu family took charge of the Qinghe Group, but they always insisted that they are only small shareholders, and when the successor of the major shareholder is found, they will abdicate and make way for the virtuous.

It was a joke before, how could anyone abdicate in this wasteland world?

Today, Qinghe Group has become a very special existence in the Central Plains. It is located between the Wang, Chen, and Kong consortiums. The Wang occupies the northwest position of the Central Plains and is connected to the northwest; the Kong family is located in the northeast and connects to the sea. and Kanto; Zhou's is located above the confluence of the three rivers, radiating to the south.

There are more than a dozen remaining consortiums, but these three are indeed the strongest.

But Qinghe Group is special not because of its special geographical location, but because of its way of dealing with the world. Los Angeles has the largest institution of higher learning in the entire Barrier Alliance, and it is the closest to the teaching model before the catastrophe.

The other consortiums have been serving their own technology since the day they established the university, and all of them have a very utilitarian focus. The research of all disciplines is all for the purpose of improving the strength of the consortium one day. The children of other consortiums cannot enter their universities to study.

But Qinghe University is different in that anyone can take the exam, and it teaches all kinds of things, and even set up art classes on this wasteland.

When this course was offered,

Many consortiums are jokingly saying, how can there be any soil for the survival of art nowadays?

Moreover, when other consortiums acquired pre-catastrophic civilization heritage, they focused on laboratory materials and some scientific and technological achievements, while Qinghe Group accepted everything, and even sent people to find it themselves. They seemed to be particularly interested in calligraphy, paintings, and antiques. It is a treasure of mankind.

Such a consortium is like a different kind in the wasteland, and there will never be another consortium like them in the world.

At this time, Qinghe University had just finished class. On the green campus, some students happily walked out of the classroom with their schoolbags on their backs. Some rushed to the teaching building where they were going to go to the next class, and some had no classes anymore, so they simply went directly to participate in club activities.

A girl wearing a peaked cap was walking outside the school with a schoolbag on her back. She was alone, with a tall and straight figure.

At this moment, someone behind her stopped her: "Yang Xiaojin!"

Yang Xiaojin looked back calmly: "Is there something wrong?"

There were a lot of people on the other side, and the person who spoke was a tall college student, wearing a white shirt, with a very sunny smile, and he smiled at Yang Xiaojin: "We have a fellowship at night, and I invite you to join us. You are alone all the time, are you not used to the rhythm of life in Los Angeles?"

Yang Xiaojin shook her head: "I'm just here to learn knowledge, I'm not interested in friendship."

Some people behind the boy were whispering, and someone seemed to be cheering the boy up in a low voice: "Don't be hypocritical, just speak up."

The boy seemed to hesitate for a long time and suddenly said: "Yang Xiaojin, I like you, can you give me a chance? I can..."

However, these words were interrupted by Yang Xiaojin: "I have someone I like."

The boy froze immediately, not knowing what to say, and wanted to quit.

Yang Xiaojin shook her head and said: "Look, your feelings are not very deep. If I reject you today, you will fall in love with someone else tomorrow. Your so-called liking is just a speculative temptation. Once blocked, you will fall in love with someone else again." Back off now."

Suddenly someone nearby whispered: "This is a bit too much."

The boy struggled and said, "Then who do you like, the student union chairman? Or..."

Yang Xiaojin shook her head again: "He's not in Los Angeles. You think that student council president is excellent because you haven't had a chance to see the outside world, and the person I like has never been a flower in a greenhouse."

However, Yang Xiaojin is not sure if he is still alive, the crimson javelin pierced the opponent's body right in front of her eyes, the mob organization promised to avenge her, but the condition is that she must do ten things for the mob.

In the past two months, she kept asking her aunt if she had any news about the other party, but she got a negative answer.

The aunt arranged for her to continue her studies at Qinghe University and knew the details of Qinghe Group, but Yang Xiaojin was never an ordinary student. She had killed people, and she had accompanied someone to build a a hope until that hope is dashed.

But it doesn't matter, she believes that the other party will survive, and she will find the other party sooner or later.

Yang Xiaojin turned and left. She walked along Kaiyuan Avenue all the way back to her nest in Los Angeles, and then kept disassembling and wiping her sniper rifle at home.

After repeating it several times, he pressed gunpowder for various bullets with his own hands. If the students in the school saw this scene, they would probably be stunned. This is not a toy that a little girl should have.

It wasn't until this time that Yang Xiaojin's mood gradually calmed down. In fact, under that calm appearance, there was a warm heart hidden.

She went to the kitchen to cook a meal for herself, and then crushed the remaining shallots to squeeze out the juice.

Yang Xiaojin took a thin writing brush, and then took out a paper crane from his pocket, took it apart, dipped the brush into green onion juice, wrote a few lines of small characters on the white paper, and then folded the paper crane again.

I saw the Thousand Paper Crane spreading its wings, as if it had come to life suddenly, and flew away towards the west.

After receiving the thousand paper cranes, the other party only needs to lightly bake them on the fire, and the handwriting inside will immediately appear.