Ninth class citizen

Chapter 213 Confusing
At this moment, Nan Rong's heart was filled with huge waves.

Many facts that had long been established were suddenly turned upside down and completely shattered.

He clearly saw someone die with his own eyes, yet he is standing here just fine.

If Florent is still alive, what about the others?
Are those comrades who once fought side by side still alive?

Perhaps, like Florent, they no longer remembered themselves or their past experiences - but what did it matter?

As soon as he thought that they might still be alive, able to cry and laugh, living with flesh and blood, and existing in the same starry sky with him, an indescribable joy arose from the bottom of Nan Rong's heart and quickly spread to every part of his body.

Her whole body seemed to be bathed in warm sunshine, and a smile couldn't help but bloom on her lips, cheeks, and eyes.

Floran's light grey eyes were fixed on Nan Rong's face without blinking, taking in every one of her expressions: her initial indifference, her surprise, and her final joy and warmth.

The teacher was right. This "variable" did have some unusual feelings towards me.

A woman he had no impression of, but remembered the name Florent, and looked at him with such tenderness, what else could the reason be?

Florent knew exactly what he should do now. His body, life, and soul had long been devoted to the cause of equality, and he should not have any boring emotions like shame.

As long as you follow the path arranged by the teacher and perform the scene well and thoroughly, you will naturally gain the recognition of the leader of the road to equality, the omnipotent great being.

The teacher even promised him that after the matter was accomplished, he would personally take him to meet that being, listen to his teachings in person, and receive his guidance.

Before today, whenever Florent thought of that moment, his heart would become hot like a red-hot coal, and he would be so excited that he couldn't control himself.

However, for some reason, when he looked directly into Nan Rong's eyes as dark as ink, he suddenly felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

The throbbing was sudden and uncontrollable.

It seemed as if he wanted to remind him that the girl in front of him named Nan Rong should only be protected and not hurt.

But this is undoubtedly absurd and ridiculous. She is an obstacle and variable that affects the cause of freedom, an irreconcilable enemy of the organization, and an object that must be eliminated and purged at all costs.

Florent suppressed the throbbing in his heart and tried hard to force a smile.

"They found me, and I need your help." He said softly, looking at Nan Rong with eager and sincere eyes.

It was as if he and she were really good friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

However, the hostility and resistance emanating from her spiritual sea were immediately transmitted to Nan Rong's heart, causing her to wake up instantly.

Yes, in Florent's eyes now, she should be an enemy, an enemy who destroyed the carefully arranged plan of the Equality Fighters and destroyed the artifact.

And he repeatedly approached me, showing a closeness that was inconsistent with his true feelings, which must have an unspeakable purpose.

But the man in front of him was Florent after all. Nan Rong couldn't use his mental power to dig out the memories deep in his brain like he would a real enemy, because that would cause great harm to the other party.

"So, what did you do?" she asked calmly.

"It's just what I should do, but it's a pity that I was discovered before I succeeded." Florent said, taking a step forward and trying to hold her in his arms: "Now, you are the only one who can help me."

Nan Rong took a step back calmly, avoiding his hand.

With just this one action, she could confirm that the Florent in front of her really remembered nothing.

Otherwise, he would know that he and she were just comrades-in-arms, without any extra emotions. Not to mention such an intimate action, they had never even touched hands.

Moreover, Florent also knew that she and that man admired each other, and he had given his sincere blessings like everyone else.

So he should still be there, right?
For the first time in months, Nan Rong stopped avoiding and indulged himself in thinking about that person.

Because I still have hope, when I think of him, I no longer feel that heart-wrenching despair.

Although she knew very well that given that man's family background and status, she would probably not be able to see him again for a long time.

But in the face of life and death, love and trivial matters are not important. As long as he is alive, it doesn't matter even if we never see each other again.

"Nan Rong?" Florian looked straight into her eyes, not ignoring the blush on her face.

So is she shy?
At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded.

Florent’s expression changed: “Go!”

He pulled Nan Rong's hand, but did not pull her body.

"It's too late." She said, looking at the special police who appeared from nowhere, and Shen Yao and others who came from afar.

Even from a distance of hundreds of meters, she could see Shen Yao's dark face.

"No." Floran dodged behind Nan Rong like a frightened ragdoll. "I can't fall into their hands. Nan Rong, you will help me, right? You are the same as us. You grew up in injustice and oppression, but you yearn for freedom. If I fall into their hands, I would rather die."

".I can plead for you." Nan Rong said: "Don't talk about death easily, because being alive itself is the greatest luck and miracle in the world."

"No, you don't understand." Florent laughed suddenly: "It is better to die freely than to live in servility."

He found a sharp knife from somewhere, placed it on the side of his neck, and pressed it down without hesitation.

Nan Rong subconsciously wanted to stop him, but before he was about to do so, he suddenly had an idea and stopped.

She watched coldly as Floran cut open the carotid artery, watched a large amount of blood splatter on her body, watched his pupils change from firmness to confusion, and finally spread into a large ball, watched the special police rush forward quickly, pin her to the ground, put special energy-blocking handcuffs and a hood on her, and took her to a room for interrogation.

The person who asked the question was not Shen Yao, but the middle-aged man who had walked side by side with him before.

“When did you join the Equality Fighters?”

"How did you and Fred meet?"

"What do you know about their plans?"

"Besides providing support, what else do they want you to do?"

Nan Rong said nothing from beginning to end, and Shen Yao also remained silent, with no intention of speaking up for her.

"Looks like he's a diehard." The man asked until his mouth was dry, but he didn't get a single answer. He said helplessly, "For this kind of person, just asking is useless. We must take some measures."

"But she's still a student." Nan Rong heard Shen Yao's voice for the first time tonight: "And she has to participate in a competition tomorrow."

"Competition?" The man sneered, "Don't even think about it. For a diehard like this, the best fate is to do hard labor on a garbage planet."

"I'm not going." Nan Rong broke free from the cuffs at some point, reached out to take off the mask, and said in a calm voice.