"Is it hard in class B?"
President Huang had a slightly hunched back and was standing under the yellowed photo, looking at Baili Xin kindly.
The boy in the center of the photo is smiling arrogantly with three of his discipline buttons undone. The students next to him are sitting or standing quietly, but he is the only one with his legs crossed and his chin raised high, looking unruly and arrogant.
Below the photo, President Huang’s smile became more gentle.
Sensing Baili Xin's gaze, President Huang turned around and pointed at the big boy in the center position: "This one is, is he not coming out?"
"Alas, the past is too painful to recall," President Huang sighed, "According to your current words, everyone has a rebellious and immature period."
s380 class, this photo is from more than 50 years ago.
Baili Xin did not answer President Huang. His gaze quickly moved from the arrogant boy in the middle to the skinny boy in the corner.
He pointed, "Who is this person?"
President Huang: "He is a pitiful man."
With a sigh, President Huang aged several years in an instant. "Let's not talk about the past anymore. Let's talk about you."
"Class B is crowded, right? Do you know why students in Class A can always stay in Class A?"
Baili Xin: "Yes, because we have the best teachers."
President Huang: "Wrong, this is a virtuous cycle. As long as you can enter Class A, you can change your destiny."
His voice gradually became bewitching: "You want to join Class A? You have excellent academic performance and are a rare genius. It's just that your bottom score dropped by more than 100 points that you have never been able to join Class A."
Baili Xin said timidly: "It's not like I can go if I want to."
President Huang: "If so, can I help you clean up the lost areas?"
Baili Xin looked at President Huang with Bambi-like eyes: "Is it really possible?"
Seeing the other party's hook, President Huang's voice became gentler, "Of course, you can, you know, you are the president of the affairs association, this kind of thing is easy for you."
"But," Baili Xin lowered his head and twirled his fingers, "Why are you so nice to me?"
President Huang: "I told you that I value talent and don't want you to be neglected. You are so outstanding, you should be in Class A. I really don't like the system of our school. If you violate the rules, you will be punished. People make mistakes sometimes, and you should correct them. Besides, you are just children at this age."
"Of course, there is another reason." President Huang walked calmly to the sofa and sat down. He picked up the black tea in front of him and took a sip. In the misty air, his beast-like eyes secretly sized up the young man.
"Said the little grandson you look like. He was very close to you when he first met you."
"Helping you is like helping myself. Now, with just a word from you, Ma can help you erase your violation record."
"You don't have much time left. You have an exam this afternoon, right?"
"You may not understand what I am saying, but the resources of Class B will become increasingly scarce in the next few days. In order to cope with the scarce resources, you will face unimaginable challenges. Escaping from Class B is the most important thing you should do now."
"How is it, do you need grandpa's help, Baili Xin?"
Baili Xin looked hesitantly at the man sitting on the sofa like an emperor, "Since you know that the pressure of type B class is so great, why do you let the class be like this?"
"How can there be motivation when there is pressure?" President Huang put down his red tea cup with a look of regret, "I am not a philanthropist. This is the school's rule. I cannot help everyone. I can only help those who can be helped to the best of my ability within the scope of the rules."
"I know you are kind, but you are not a savior and you cannot save everyone. Soon, Class B will be eliminated until only half of its members are left."
"There are too many students now, which is not suitable for the overall development of the school. A class of 25 students is the most suitable for teaching."
He patted the sofa beside him and said, "Don't just stand there, Xinxin, come sit here with grandpa."
Baili Xin: "..."
Don't get close to me, I'm getting goosebumps.
"President Huang," Baili Xin stood up more respectfully, his face shining with admiration, "You are so gentle and kind. You just said that the skinny boy with a messy appearance was pitiful. What happened to him?"
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Should Xin Shen thank the cheongsam copy? Is that why he played the poor little girl so well in this copy? It's really a crazy acting skill.
It can be said that there is no flaw. Who would not say, "Poor little thing, brother loves you"
Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this poor little thing is really painful, it hurts so much that it can beat someone to death.
Do you think that the skinny guy with messy hair in the corner of the yellowed photo looks like the little monster on the fifth floor of the teaching building
Still "Xinxin", is it you who called me "Xinxin"? You don't deserve it, you scum who is a beast in human clothing.
I advise this scumbag surnamed Huang to commit suicide on the spot to apologize, this way he would be more considerate.
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When President Huang saw that Baili Xin did not come to sit down, he was not impatient.
He is the hunter now, and Prisin is his prey.
Hunters have enough patience when it comes to prey.
"Remember you were in Class C before? There were traces of fire everywhere in Class C. You should be able to get out, right?"
Baili Xin: "Yes, I wonder why they didn't redecorate it during the renovation."
"Yes, that room has been renovated many times, and every time it was renovated, it would turn out the same the next day." President Huang pointed to the yellowed photos on the wall, "Everyone who died in there is there. Except for that skinny and poor boy, everyone else is dead."
"Everyone is saying that there was some kind of mischief, but the school is too lazy to renovate the classroom, so it remains the same as it was before."
"I forgot the boy's name, but I still remember his nickname. Everyone called him 'Family Dog'."
"He started the fire."
"The dog came from a poor family, didn't look good, didn't like to take care of himself, and had messy hair all day long. So his classmates hated him and often bullied him. Not only did they carve a lot of embarrassing words on his body with a knife, they also tied a dog chain around his neck and made him bark like a dog."
"Every time this happens, I help him out. Maybe that's why he let it go."
"It's like a rabbit. If you push it too hard, it will jump up and bite you."
"Those students not only refused to change their ways, but instead bullied him even more severely. The last time, a student disliked his ugliness and welded a huge iron tool to his face after it was heated red. In order to prevent the tool from falling off, he added a lot of steel nails."
"That time the family dog went completely crazy. He killed everyone in the classroom in front of everyone, then drove them out and burned the classroom down."
"He's become a complete monster."
"He can't be killed by fire, shot through by guns, or cut by knives."
"In the end, we tricked it into the iron fence on the fifth floor and locked it inside."
"Alas, one wrong step, all wrong."
"If those people had bullied him, they wouldn't have died. If he had resisted earlier, maybe he wouldn't have suffered so much. If he had been more open-minded, maybe he wouldn't have become a monster."
"It's karma. This might be fate."
"To think that I was able to survive that disaster because of an act of kindness."
"I left school after this incident, but this disaster has been a constant spur on me. Sometimes I wonder if I had been braver and stopped those students who bullied my dog in time, would they not have died? I feel a huge sense of guilt that torments me every night. I returned to this school after graduation to atone for my sins."
"The reason I hang this photo here is to remind myself. Don't do evil, no matter how small it is, and don't fail to do good, no matter how small it is. So when students encounter difficulties, as long as I can help, I will do my best to help them."
"Maybe it was because of my good deeds. Good deeds are rewarded. The school leaders appreciated me and entrusted me with important tasks. Gradually, I have reached my current position."
“But even though I’m retired, I still dare not slack off. Whenever I meet a student who needs help, I will lend a helping hand.”
Baili Xin leaned against the wall with one hand, and his eyes became moister with every word President Huang spoke.
When President Huang finished speaking, Baili Xin covered her mouth with both hands, tears welled up in her eyes. "Wow, I'm really moved."
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Woo woo woo, what a touching story. I'm almost dying of emotion. Ugh!
… Suddenly, I had a deeper respect for Xin Shen. How did he develop the ability to speak differently to different people? Where on earth is this administrator so awesome
If it weren't for Chairman Huang's ugly face at the window just now and the dancing girl clearly pointing out the murderer, I would have been really moved. It's such a pity that Chairman Huang is not afraid of filming.
Perhaps it was because of this superb acting skills that so many people were deceived.
I used to think he was just a bad guy, but today I think he is both vicious and bad.
So the skinny boy in the photo is really the one that God Xin feeds every day.
So pitiful, "house dog"? I forgot his name, and only remembered that he was called house dog? I guess he didn't even remember his original name. I don't believe a word President Huang said, I don't believe he can be so kind as to help that boy, he must be talking nonsense.
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Seeing the tears in Baili Xin's eyes, his expression suddenly became ferocious with excitement for a second, but soon returned to normal.
He stared at the tears that were about to fall from Baili Xin's eyes with a fiery gaze, and took a few quick breaths before he patiently suppressed his temper and said, "It's all what we should do."
President Huang pulled out a tissue from the front, propped himself up and stood up, then slowly walked to Baili Xin.
Baili Xin is 183cm tall, and President Huang is only 168cm tall. President Huang can only raise his head high to reach Baili Xin's face.
I guess President Huang thought that Baili Xin was so tall. In the shadow in front of Baili Xin, he raised his wrist high, but the tissue still couldn't reach Baili Xin's eyes.
President Huang's expression froze. He lowered his arm awkwardly, turned in the air, and handed a tissue to Baili Xin. "Kid, wipe your tears."
Shit, I can’t even reach it.
Baili Xin stepped back hastily and tremblingly, and trotted away, saying as he ran, "No, no, no, I'm just a poor student, not worthy of taking your tissue."
President Huang's expression became even more rigid, and he could only pursue Baili Xin relentlessly, "It doesn't matter. Just treat him as your grandfather. If you cry, isn't it normal for your grandfather to give you tissues to wipe your tears? Don't feel burdened."
As soon as President Huang approached, Baili Xin sobbed and ran away like a frightened little rabbit.
People were running around the office, one after another.
Baili Xin ran to a different location each time. He ran from the sofa to the desk, and from the desk to the bookcase. Sometimes he would "accidentally" open the bookcase with his fingers, letting the things inside come out.
The desks and cabinets made a "ping pong" sound as Baili Xin ran faster and faster, making President Huang look more and more embarrassed.
After watching Baili Xin run around, President Huang, whose patience had completely worn out, stopped and angrily slammed the table, shouting, "Enough!"
Baili Xin suddenly stopped and looked at President Huang with a bewildered and innocent look.
President Huang was panting. The leader supported the desk with one hand and covered his waist with the other hand, panting and coughing, "Don't run away. I won't wipe it for you."
"He is a leader, not as strong as you young people."
"You must be tired after running for so long. Come sit down and drink some tea to moisten your throat."
Damn, how can this little thing run so fast? It must be so tiring.
I'm almost gasping for breath, and this little thing is still fine, and he's so unreasonable.
I really don't know if he is really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.
No matter whether he was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid, drinking the tea was like making the stone bloom.
The young man waved his hands shyly at President Huang with red eyes. President Huang could no longer maintain his disguise. His kind expression dropped instantly and he threatened, "If you are the president of the school, then this is the decree of heaven and the emperor of this school. If you are told to drink, then drink it."
"This room," President Huang walked around the room. The floor was in a mess, and many of the doors and drawers were open. "What have you done to it?"
"Drink it quickly, and help tidy up the room after you finish drinking."
A little devil who doesn't accept a toast and gets punished with a drink.
Baili Xin hesitated and walked to the coffee table, and under the gaze of President Huang, he drank the tea in one gulp.
President Huang's eyes instantly flashed with success, and his breathless voice was now much calmer. He walked to the sofa and poured another cup of tea, urging, "Have another cup."
One cup takes half an hour to take effect, and one cup takes 15 minutes.
hey-hey.
The timid young man took the teacup and was about to drink it again when the door, which had been tightly closed, was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
There was a loud "bang" and the teacup in the young man's hand fell to the ground and broke into several pieces of porcelain.
President Huang went in with a gloomy face, and found that it was Master Sheng who opened the door. He asked with a vicious look in his eyes: "You'd better really have something to say."
Master Sheng looked at the mess on the ground, and then saw President Huang who was slightly out of breath. His face suddenly turned pale.
Are you still late
His gaze finally fell on Baili Xin's face, whose eyes were red. He looked at him carefully. His clothes were properly worn, and not a single hair was out of place.
Come and catch up.
The heart that had been in his throat slowly calmed down, and Master Sheng said in a deep voice: "President Huang, Master Jia just called and said that your physical examination report is out."
President Huang's face was unhappy: "Come out, come out, go get it tomorrow. It's empty now, so hurry out. Or you can help get it now."
Teacher Sheng: "He called and told you to go get it in person now. His tone was quite serious at the time."
President Huang was stunned for a moment: "Is there something wrong with your body?"
Teacher Sheng: "I don't know. I asked him, but he said it was patient privacy and he would not tell anyone else except you."
He paused, "Do you want to go now?"
President Huang looked at Baili Xin, who had already drunk the medicine, and was a little hesitant.
Master Sheng probed, "It shouldn't be a big deal. It's only one night. It won't get bigger, right? Should we go again tomorrow?"
President Huang's scalp tingled: "Go now!"
He said to Baili Xin in an imperative tone, "Student Baili Xin, please stay here and help clean the room. Don't leave after you've cleaned it. I have something to tell you. Come back."
Baili Xin lowered her head with red eyes, very obediently: "Okay, President Huang."
He exchanged a glance with Master Sheng who was walking by. Master Sheng made a "leave quickly" gesture to him and left.
In the empty and messy room, Baili Xin was the only one left.
The moment the door closed, Baili Xin's expression suddenly changed, and the little rabbit turned into a Tyrannosaurus Rex in an instant.
He walked calmly on the messy ground and came to the door of the lounge.
Just now, when I was playing hide-and-seek with President Huang, I touched the outside and found nothing special.
Think about it, how could a sophisticated hypocrite place his trophies where others can step on them at will
To hide means to hide in one's own private space.
I pushed open the secret door and the room was pitch dark.
Baili Xin rubbed the wall and found the switch. He pressed the switch and the dark room revealed its true appearance.
The bedroom space is a different world.
The space is almost as big as the outside, with a living room, kitchen, and a dedicated bedroom.
On one side of the living room, there is a staircase extending downwards. The ground floor of the third floor is connected to the second floor, creating a basement for such a room.
Baili Xin walked over and took a look around the living room, no problem.
He then focused his search on the bedroom.
When he was about to walk into the bedroom, the tightly closed door of the director's office creaked.
Baili Xin paused and his eyes calmed down instantly.
Is President Huang back again
No, President Huang's steps were heavy, but the steps of the person coming were light.
As soon as the door opened, the man moved towards the compartment where he was.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Baili Xin held his breath, walked quietly to the wall and turned off the lights.
A deep laugh was heard suddenly.
While Baili Xin was stunned, the man had already walked over. A huge black shadow came over, and the man grabbed Baili Xin's hand and trapped Baili Xin tightly in the wall.
"Su Fan?"
A hoarse voice came, "Yes, you are hiding here, are you planning a sneak attack?"
The man trapped Baili Xin, and even though he had confirmed her identity, he showed no intention of letting go.
Covered by the huge black shadow, the man's powerful hormones were like spears with spikes, constantly attacking Baili Xin's sensitive nerves.
This space is obviously very large, but Baili Xin feels it is somewhat cramped and oppressive.
He straightened his shoulders, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in class right now?"
Su Fan showed a bloody smile in the shadow that Baili Xin could not reach.
Everyone else is ready to take action against his wife, and he still has time to think
"I said I had a stomachache, so I asked for leave and ran into Master Sheng on the way."
"Teacher Sheng was very anxious when he woke up. He kept looking at his watch and kept saying things like 'Why haven't you come out yet?' and 'You should have a stomachache at this time.'"
Originally, he planned to be a hero and save the beauty, and show off his personal charm at the same time.
Ahem, although he knew that his wife definitely didn't need to be saved.
Doesn't it mean that a poor boy doesn't need to send flowers or gifts to a rich woman? !
Although people are not lacking, they cannot have the attitude!
This is called sincerity, not scheming.
I suddenly thought of the time when I ran into that bastard Dr. Jia on the way.
Just now, Master Sheng called President Huang away, and my wife must know that the doctor helped.
Damn it, half of the credit was taken away.
"Oh~" Baili Xin looked at Su Fan with his sparkling eyes in the dark, and said frivolously, "You are worried. I really have to thank you and Doctor Jia, otherwise I really don't know how to investigate this room."
President Huang stays here almost every day, and he has no idea where to start.
Although President Huang has left now, no one knows when he will come back.
Su Fan stretched out his long arm and turned on the light above his head. His dark eyes focused on the young man in front of him: "Where have you investigated so far?"
Baili Xin: "The bedroom and basement have also been investigated."
"Basement? This is the third floor..." Su Fan looked up and soon reached a staircase leading downwards. He laughed sarcastically, "Oh, there really is a basement. It's worthy of being the chairman's office."
"Let's go to the bedroom first."
Baili Xin: "Okay."
There was nothing in Chairman Huang's bedroom except a few simple sets of clothes. The bed was neatly made, so there shouldn't be any problems.
Coming out of the bedroom, the man came to the basement.
I walked down the stairs and found the door of the room was locked.
But how could this lock be easily unlocked by the two generals Heng and Ha
Baili Xin took out a steel wire from his backpack and gently picked it up, and the lock opened.
"I came here by stairs, and I took a special look when I was on the second floor. The corridor on the second floor is shorter than that on the third floor."
"Now I finally know why it's so short. The short part was patched into the basement below the third floor."
"This secret room is really hidden."
Baili Xin: "And there's something more subtle. There are the same number of office rooms on the second floor as on the third floor."
"If you judge the length just by the number of offices, it would be easy to create an optical illusion. This room can be said to be the perfect secret room."
As he spoke, the man pushed open the wooden door.
A cold breath immediately came over me.
The light was about to pour down, and Baili Xin turned on the lights in the basement with the dim light, only to find that there were only a few LED lights emitting dim light installed in the basement.
Even though I turned on the lights in the basement, it was still a little dark inside.
But the lights were enough for them to see the layout of the room.
This is a converted small home theater, surrounded by the best soundproofing materials, with a huge colorful screen inlaid on the wall, and a huge black bed placed opposite the colorful screen.
In the corner, there is a shelf with many discs on it.
There are several rows of discs packed together, and the way these films are stored shows that it has gone through a period of time before this pile of discs could be produced.
The lowest one is a square tape the size of a brick.
Each word belt has a label on the spine.
Then it changed into a round disc form, and each disc in the box was marked with a marker.
Baili Xin went to the bottom row.
Although the films are stored in different ways, President Huang obviously prefers tapes.
The tapes were sorted by type, with each series placed in a box.
On the far left is the oldest series called the "Dog Series".
—《The first time I rescued a family dog, the other party burst into tears》
—《The Family Dog Wears Women’s Clothing for the First Time》
There are more than a dozen tapes.
Baili Xin pulled out one of the first tapes called "Under Jealousy", found the switch and turned on the projection screen.
President Huang has a complete range of projection equipment, which can play these films and those CDs.
When you put the tape on, there are pictures at the beginning.
Time was running out, so Baili Xin drove at 32 times the speed.
As the sound of "sizzling" was heard, a figure that looked a little immature walked over.
— "Ahem, ahem, sound check."
— “Today is the 30th day of filming the life of my family dog. Today I feel the jealousy of others.”
The boy had a crazy look on his face, as if he had found a new toy, his eyes were full of excitement, "The family dog is such an idiot, I always thought I was helping him. I was just doing an experiment, how jealous humans are."
"He is just a loser who is as low as the dust. Even a bedbug doesn't like him. He is a favored child of heaven. A bedbug has such a friend to take care of him. He thought he got warmth from this, but he didn't know that the more he was comforted, the more jealous those admirers around him would be."
"This is a human mind experiment. Let's try it out today. I took some photos of some particularly interesting paintings."
After the boy finished his introduction, the painting went dark again. Then, as the "crackling" sound was heard again, the painting lit up.
It was a dark utility room, filled with miscellaneous items.
The camera was trembling a little, as if someone had shaken it several times.
In the distance of the camera, a boy with messy hair was kneeling on the ground, with a long chain tied around his neck and covered in mud.
He imitated the posture of a dog, climbing on the ground with his hands and feet. There was a whip next to him. Every time the whip came down, the boy looked up and barked, "Woof, woof woof."
“Hahahaha.” Fierce laughter broke out from the surroundings. Someone stepped heavily on the boy’s back and said ferociously, “You are a beast. How can you be worthy of being friends with Young Master Huang? Don’t you know who you are? You don’t deserve it!”
"You only lower his status by being around him. You don't deserve to be his friend!"
"Stay away from him from now on, you useless bastard!"
The boy raised his head, and although he was in pain, he still shook his head, "No, Huang Xiaolian said that he has to go to school with me tomorrow."
"You can fight, but you won't give up on him as a friend. He is your best friend."
A heavier whip fell down, and the loud whipping sound was particularly depressing in this crowded and messy room.
"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"
"I really don't understand. How can a stink bug like you attract Mr. Huang's attention? You try so hard, but Mr. Huang doesn't care!"
More and more punches and kicks landed on the boys' bodies. Some of the students moved violently and stepped on them during the activities. The camera suddenly shook.
The boy who had been moving and getting beaten suddenly shouted, "Stop, don't kick the schoolbag. It was given to me by Huang Xiaolian. It's the most precious gift. You guys should beat him up, okay?"
"You are not worthy of addressing Master Huang by his name! How dare someone as high and mighty as him give you a gift?! Damn!"
The boy begged hard but not only did others give up, one of them even walked in front of the camera and kicked it hard.
The picture in the camera went dark for a few seconds, then lit up again with difficulty, followed by a dizzying picture.
The camera fell to the ground and rolled several times before it was re-aimed at the group of people committing violence.
One of them bent down, pinched the man's bleeding chin, and forcefully lifted his hair. He said viciously, "It was these eyes and this face, and your pitiful appearance that deceived Mr. Huang and made him feel pity for you."
The man's eyes became more and more crazy, "You have to destroy this face, so that you can't use it to seduce Huang Shao!"
Although the boy's face under the hair was covered with blood, one could still vaguely see that it was a very fresh and handsome face.
The boy seemed to be numb, as if the whip kept hitting him or he was slapped. The expression on his face changed. He turned his eyes to the camera, his eyes full of happiness.
The man who grabbed the boy's hair became even crazier. He sneered and picked up a plastic bottle from the side.
When he reached the bottle, the boy finally panicked.
He looked at the bottle in the boy's hand with horror. He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy humbly. He banged his head on the ground again and again. Each blow was so strong that a pool of blood soon formed on the ground.
"Don't splash it on my face, please. You can splash it anywhere on my body, just don't splash it on my face."
"Please."
However, begging for mercy did not work.
The man opened the bottle cap coldly, and several people around him held down the boy who was suddenly struggling wildly.
The boy tried his best to escape, but his body was nailed to the spot without moving. Seeing the bottle getting closer and closer to him, he desperately asked for help from his schoolbag, "Huang Xiaolian, where are you, help me."
The people next to him sneered: "Mr. Huang can't protect you every time. Do you really think you are a princess and Mr. Huang is your knight who can always show up? Don't dream. Mr. Huang treats you well just because he feels sorry for you. He doesn't really want to save you. He doesn't even consider you as a friend. Because every time he saves you, Mr. Huang never scolds you!"
Concentrated acid was then poured down.
Amid the boy's heart-wrenching screams and gradually blurring vision, he reached the door and kicked it open.
Before the boy fainted, he smiled with relief.
His good friend Huang Xiaolian came after all.
Although the boy was unconscious, the camera was still recording. With the muffled "bang" sound just now, an arrogant boy broke into the camera. He was the young man who introduced himself at the beginning of the film.
The young man had a cold expression. He lowered his head to look at the boy who was covered in dirt and had a burning face, and the other people around him who were obviously shrinking instantly, and said coldly: "You guys are a little divided today."
But it was just this one sentence.
The young man held the unconscious young man in his arms and walked towards the camera again.
The camera shook, from the ground to the sky, and was still moving. It should be Huang Xiaolian who picked it up.
Then, he walked out of this messy classroom.
Those who committed violence only received a few mild words and no further punishment...
The painting turns dark here.
With a crackling sound, the painting lit up again.
The young man appeared in the camera again. He looked at the camera excitedly and explained, "There it is. This is the power of jealousy. It uses the charm of a lover to create an enemy. He witnessed the violence of his admirers and enjoyed the affectionate gazes that he regarded as faith."
"I didn't expect those people to burn his face so quickly. They were so cruel. I thought it would take a little longer."
"Now that the family dog is completely disfigured, there will be even more people who hate him. And if we still stick with him at this time, will this happen again?"
While the young man was talking, he moved the camera to capture the sexy bed.
There was a patient lying on the bed, his face wrapped in thick gauze, and a tube inserted in his throat. "This is what he looks like now, so pitiful. Although it's a bit disgusting, for the sake of the experiment, we must continue to persevere and take good care of him during this period."
"He must be so touched that he will be even more devoted to her."
"A really anticipated story. Can't wait."
The film ends abruptly.
Baili Xin took out the tape with a gloomy face, and a terrifying aura emanated from his whole body.
At this time, Su Fan said a word, calming Baili Xin's actions.
Prisin put the tape back in the box and picked up the next one.
Each picture took about 5 minutes to look at, and after each one, Baili Xin's face became more gloomy.
The LED lights on the roof kept flashing, and the terrifying low pressure kept squeezing this small room.
Huang Xiaolian shot so many videos openly and secretly. When Baili Xin thought of this hypocritical man hiding here in the dead of night to admire his previous masterpieces, endless anger in his heart gushed out from the bottom of his heart.
Scumbag, killing you would be too easy for you.