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    After the blow from the middle-aged aunt, the brown-haired girl also lost interest in talking. She picked up the detective collection again and looked through it. Several other girls seemed to be still immersed in the terrifying atmosphere just now and remained silent.  Suning was leaning against the window, still playing with the phone communicator, not knowing what he was thinking.  The train was bumpy all the way and soon arrived at City Z. Everyone got off the train with their suitcases.  Although these little girls are thin and thin, they have quite a lot of luggage, including large and small bags. The sum of the large and small bags is probably much heavier than them.  The little girls were so stubborn that they didn¡¯t ask other boys to help. They carried luggage that was taller than them and walked towards the carriage door.  The look of gnashing teeth and struggling couldn't help but impress some of the male compatriots who are prone to male chauvinism, and they rushed to help carry the luggage.  But what they didn't expect was that several girls actually rejected them, and either they were polite or embarrassed, or they refused sternly.  The flower protectors retreated, not understanding the girls' actions. Suning, on the other hand, was more appreciative of the girls who seemed fragile but were actually strong.  Suning picked up the huge suitcase from behind and walked straight off the train.  The round-faced girl only felt her body being transferred, and her back was empty. She stared blankly at Suning's back. It wasn't until he got off the car that she came back to her senses and shouted loudly: "Hey, hey! Is your classmate polite?  What a quality! Why are you taking other people¡¯s things so casually?¡± Suning ignored her and said something stupid when the round-faced girl came to her.  "Actually, sometimes, it takes the same courage to accept other people's kindness and face reality." After saying that, he turned around and left.  Behind him, both the brown-haired girl and the oval-faced girl heard this sentence.  The brown-haired girl was deep in thought, but the oval-faced girl curled her lips in disdain and muttered: "Oh, the freshmen now are not cute at all. They try to show off." The round-faced girl echoed, waving at Suning's back with dissatisfaction.  Little fist.  At this time, the fair-skinned girl who had been silent and seemed to have been forgotten pushed up her glasses and said calmly: "You seem to have forgotten one thing. He carried Qianqian's luggage with one hand. Please note that it was a single bag.  Hands! Qianqian's suitcase weighs 56.2 kilograms, and when lifted from the middle, not counting the strength arm bonus, his one-hand grip strength can lift at least 489.8 kilograms, which means he can easily lift a ton.  It¡¯s a heavy weight and it doesn¡¯t take any effort.¡± As soon as he said this, even the freshman girl standing aside was stunned!  He can lift a ton of objects with his bare hands. Is he a monster?  !  The girls looked at the fair-skinned girl stupidly.  The girl pushed up her glasses, her fair cheeks showing a sickly paleness, and said: "Don't look at me like that. As far as I know, using reasonable methods, the theoretical limit of human arms is between 1.2 and  About 1.5 tons. If you are born with good blood and physical constitution, it would not be surprising if it reaches two tons!" The fair-skinned girl paused, with a hint of crazy persistence in her eyes, and then said: "So, human potential is unlimited," she turned her gaze.  The brown-haired woman said with a hint of pleading in her tone, "Xuanxuan, you have no future as a detective, come and study the great theory of human race evolution with me!"  After waiting for a while, just as Suning was about to leave their sight, she seemed to have finally made a decision and shouted loudly: "Classmate, can you leave your name and contact information?" Suning stopped for about ten seconds.  Suddenly he turned his back to them, raised his phone, waved it twice, and then walked away.  What does he mean?  !  The girls looked at each other, but the fair-skinned girl raised her chin high, pushed up her glasses, and sneered: "Xuanxuan, he is asking you to look at your phone." My phone?  The brown-haired girl was startled, wondering what I was doing with my phone, but she didn¡¯t doubt the fair-skinned girl. It¡¯s simple. The fair-skinned girl¡¯s IQ of 180 is enough to kill them in an instant.  Strangely enough, geniuses with high IQs often have poor health, and the result of poor health is often a morbid pursuit of physical fitness.  For example, the fair-skinned girl in front of Xuanxuan is extremely enthusiastic and enthusiastic about the idea of ????human descent. If she had not determined to research the strongest human body, with her IQ, the detective agency would not be a joke.  Son? ?? Is this message sent by that classmate?  If so, how did he know my mobile phone number? Did he know me before, or The fair-skinned woman looked at the brown-haired womanThe look on her face showed that she was thinking too much, and she said angrily: "Stupid woman! Think about it with your brain, which only sells detective novels and eats them. There is such a big piece on your chest that says 'Shaqima'  Detective Agency President Xie Xuan, contact number XXXXX's name tag, do you really think that everyone in the world is blind?"  It was a sign of something, so she quickly comforted her in a low voice: "Yuchen, don't be angry, I just didn't pay attention for a moment." The fair-skinned girl took a few deep breaths and barely suppressed her anger. She didn't know how to do it. It has always been easy recently.  Angry and furious, Dr. Wang in the research room suggested that she join the church to make her mind more peaceful.  It seems that I have to take some time to check it out.  She waved her hand to indicate to the girls not to worry. She looked at Suning's disappearing back and smiled thoughtfully.  "An interesting new student, his name is Suning, right? He has a very strong physique and is a good research direction. I believe we will meet again soon."  Suning sent a text message and quickly forgot about it.  After leaving the station, I saw a huge banner of Zhehai University. Under the banner were a long row of tables and chairs, and several young students who looked like students were wiping their sweat.  Suning stepped forward and took out the notice and showed it to the other party. One of the students immediately stood up and led Suning to the side. As he walked, he urged that the school bus would leave soon. If he didn't hurry up, he would have to wait again.  There are fifty or sixty new students who report, and if they are lucky, it will take more than an hour.  The senior¡¯s warm-heartedness won Suning¡¯s favor, so he followed the senior and ran towards the school bus, luckily he was ahead of the driver.  After thanking the senior, Suning got on the bus, found a seat and sat down, and began to close his eyes and meditate.  The car drove smoothly, and soon we arrived at our destination, Zhehai University.  Suning was quite familiar with Zhejiang University, where both of them had attended their entire lives. He left the freshmen who were still sighing with excitement and went straight to the registration office of the Department of Computer Science.  As for why he chose a computer, Suning won¡¯t tell you. He chose it by drawing lots.  Soon, the reporting procedures were completed, and then the dormitories were allocated.  Suning was assigned to dormitory 310, Xiyuan Building 7, Guzhonglou Campus, the old campus. There were four people in the dormitory, and Suning was the last to arrive.  Suning took a look. Two of them should be classmates who have known each other for a long time, and they were called more casually. The other one did not speak, and was bored at the desk reading Sherlock Holmes.  Why is he a detective fan again? Suning narrowed his eyes slightly.  Next, of course, was military training, and Suning also became familiar with the other three people in the dormitory.  Two of them are indeed high school classmates, while the other is a detective enthusiast.  At noon that day, after the military training, Suning suddenly received a call.
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