When it came to Thunder, Shao Han's eyes softened a bit. A low barking sound came from the back of the cabin, followed by the laughter of Zhao Lei, the captain of the fencing team: "Don't worry about it, kid. Thunder is more valuable than you. When I went through the security check at the airport yesterday, the security inspector almost hit the instrument on its nose, but with a flick of its tail, it short-circuited the line at the security gate. It's so awesome."
Shao Han got up and walked toward the back of the cabin. As soon as he turned around the aisle, he saw a strong black wolfdog lying in the middle of the aisle, with his head resting on the lap of Lin Miao, a member of the swimming team. Lei Lei's coat is shiny and smooth, and there is a light green medical bandage wrapped around his left front leg - it was scratched by a stray bullet when he rescued people at Su Zhiqing's overseas base last time, and it is almost healed now. Hearing Shao Han's footsteps, Lei Lei immediately raised his head. His golden pupils were full of excitement. His tail lightly swept the ground, but he did not pounce as usual. Apparently he still remembered Shao Han's instructions to keep a low profile in public places.
"Team Han, you're here," Lin Miao was a girl in her early twenties, her skin was the cold white color of being in the swimming pool all year round. She gently touched Lei Lei's ears and said helplessly, "This little guy has been restless since takeoff. He insisted on looking through the porthole window just now, and almost removed the visor."
