Paul pushed the pale-skinned Asian mixed race in front of him to the side wall, and then raised his fist to smash his disgusting dead face.
The black-haired Asian mixed race opened those green eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and said, "I hope you can hit harder, so that my asshole dad can get more money."
As he said that, the gloomy-looking boy showed a smile, which made people feel weird and at the same time a little scared.
Because the boy at this moment is like a lunatic who doesn't care about the fist that is about to fall on his face, but instead has creepy expectations.
"What did you say?" Paul squinted his eyes, his expression became more ferocious, and he punched the boy on the left cheek.
boom!
The young man was staggered from the beating, and his pale left cheek was a little flushed, as if someone had randomly applied a layer of low-quality blush, which made people feel a little distressed.
"Ha, it's not heavy enough. Your mother Maria lost 8,000 yuan last time. How much will you pay this time? Ah, by the way, last time you were beaten up by your gambling father Well, because he lost his gambling money to my family...haha!"
The black-haired Asian mixed race laughed a little maniacally.
He was genuinely amused because of Paul's idiocy.
His cheap father, Eugene Stuart, made trouble at school because he was knocked out last time.
Don't get me wrong, it's definitely not because he feels sorry for his son, but because he feels that the medical expenses are too expensive, and someone has to bear the cost.
As a result, the Paul family, who were not particularly wealthy, lost a lot of money.
Eight thousand yuan—enough for a family of four to live comfortably for two or three years in this backward and closed town.
And now, this Paul is still unrepentant.
Zhou Yu's emerald green eyes were full of ridicule towards Paul, which was an especially attractive hatred value.
In fact, the rational approach should be not to anger this idiot school bully who is prone to heat, but he just can't help it now.
Maybe it has something to do with the few letters he got back today.
Zhou Yu even felt that it would be good if being beaten this time could make him sober up.
Don't take that so-called friend who left him at will anymore.
Zhou Yu's thin white fingers curled tightly together, revealing some emotions deep in his heart, but his face still had a mocking look.
Paul, who hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days and became increasingly irritable, looked at this short Asian who didn't know what to do, and his face twisted with anger.
He must let this damn Asian know how powerful he is today!
Paul took out a knife from his trouser pocket, blatantly threatening this guy who dared to fight him.
Furious, he didn't notice—a bright white light bulb flickered above his head.
The originally bustling corridor was silent.
"Can I use the knife? Not a good boy, Paul~"
A low and hoarse voice came from behind, Paul froze all over, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble.
Paul heard this familiar voice that had haunted him in his nightmare for a long time, and couldn't help but fell into the despair and fear of last night's nightmare again.
"Fake, fake, all fake...fake..." Paul muttered silently, praying that he would wake up soon.
It's all a nightmare, a dream!
"Jie Jie Jie Jie—you hurt him, I'm really surprised~" A man wearing a simple school uniform with his whole body burned was standing behind Paul, laughing eeriely.
"You're fake, fake!" Paul turned his head and saw the demon in his dream, his legs and feet went limp in fright, and he fell to the ground, yelling at the scorched man non-stop.
"Yeah, I'm fake, so don't hide~"
There was a faint blue light in the man's dark eye sockets, and he pulled out a ferocious smile.
He held a small knife in his hand, and threw it at Paul, who was scared out of his wits, as soon as he finished speaking.
"Ah! My eyes! Help! My eyes! Ahh!" Paul's eyes were pierced by the blade, blood was dripping, and the pain caused him to wail immediately.
This incomparably real pain deepened the fear in his heart, and made him tearful from the pain.
"Help me... ah! Woohoo! The devil! The devil is back! Ahh!"
Paul was so frightened that he lost control, covered his eyes that had been pierced by the knife, and groaned in helpless pain.
The next moment, the space began to distort like boiling water.
His eyes were in a daze for a few seconds, and the hideous figure disappeared, replaced by the students who were talking around him.
"Oh my God, look! This guy pissed! Hahaha, for God's sake, Paul, did you forget to bring your diapers when you went out? Pooh-hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
"I'm dying of laughter haha!"
Sharp jeers filled Paul's ears, making him even more dazed.
He couldn't tell the difference between a dream and reality, and he couldn't even tell whether it was real or a dream.
Paul lowered his head and let go of his hands covering his eyes.
Blood dripped onto the clean wooden floor, shocking.
The knife in his hand scratched his cheek and eyelids, his dull eyeballs were bloodshot, and half of his face was bloodshot.
"Ahh-!!!" A sensitive and vulnerable girl saw this scene unexpectedly, and immediately let out a scream with a very high voice.
Zhou Yu, who walked to the stairs, looked at the screaming students gathered in a group at the locker, his emerald green eyes were stained with doubt.
Zhou Yu, who was blocked at the door just now, thought that Paul was going to stab someone with a knife, so he was ready to go up and grab the knife.
Since waking up last time, he has learned some fighting skills without a teacher. Although he is too weak to fully use it, it is still easy to snatch a knife by surprise.
But who would have thought that this always arrogant school bully suddenly showed a terrified expression, as if seeing something that frightened him, and ran away screaming.
He was left there alone inexplicably.
bell-!
When the class bell rang, Zhou Yu ignored the noise and went up the stairs quickly.
Behind him, a gust of wind blew by, carrying a bloody smell.
Entering the classroom, Zhou Yu ignored the glare of the theology teacher standing on the podium, and calmly sat down in his seat.
Glancing at the student who was late and showed no regrets, the theology teacher regained his kindness and said to the students in the classroom, "Now, let's pray together! God is above."
"By God."
The students who were still playing around fell silent and prayed in unison.
It's a tradition in this town, and it's a tradition in this country.
Zhou Yu lowered his head boredly, with an absent-minded expression.
This seemed a bit out of place among the students who bowed their heads and prayed silently.
In the past, like these students, he also devoutly believed in the gods.
Every morning, he would silently pray for the blessing of the gods, thinking that all the sufferings today are challenges given by the gods.
And now, he doesn't believe in the existence of gods.
This is really strange, even he himself thinks that he is very strange.
Because the country he is in now is the unity of politics and religion, and the planet he is in is also full of various religions, and few people do not believe in gods.
Everyone believed that perhaps the gods had fallen asleep, but it did not mean that they did not exist.
Because before the First World War a century ago, gods really existed.
Even possessing video data can prove the existence of gods.
Zhou Yu was a little fascinated, thinking of the video that the theology teacher released during the previous few classes.
A huge giant with flames all over his body walked among the tall buildings.
Perhaps, they really exist.
Zhou Yu drew the image of the giant on the notebook with a pencil, which was so lifelike that anyone who saw the painting could feel the heat and majesty of the flame.
However, he really cannot dedicate his faith to any one god.
"The next class is the newly opened theological painting course, students, come to the studio with me!"
The students filed out and walked towards the studio on the fifth floor noisily.
Zhou Yu covered the paintings on the book with books, covering the painting of the unknown god, and then walked out of the classroom.
In the empty classroom, some cold wind was blowing in from the open windows, and the curtains by the windows swayed with the wind.
On Zhou Yu's desk, a wisp of green smoke slowly rose from a thin notebook.
"Paintings dedicated to the gods need to be painted carefully. The gods will feel your emotions and respond to you! Also, please be careful not to draw any portraits of the gods themselves, that is disrespectful to the gods! You will be punished by the gods !"
The part-time theology teacher of the painting class has a serious face.
Zhou Yu's emerald green eyes flashed, thinking of the painting he just drew.
It should be fine, it's just a crude painting.
"Of course, there is never a shortage of works about gods in this world, but they are all painted by famous masters in the world, such as Master Di Fan's "Portrait of the Madonna", which allows everyone who sees this painting to obtain the gods. Blessing! That is a true theological painting, even the gods will bless him!"
When the theology teacher mentioned the painting, he immediately became obsessed with it, which looked particularly obscene on his wrinkled face.
"Teacher, the legend is false! It has been reported by the media for a long time, and those miracles of blessing are fake!" A student who was always mischievous shouted loudly.
No one believes that someone can get the blessings of the gods through a painting, they are simply lying to children!
"You! What's your name! How dare you refute the miracles of the gods!" The theology teacher twisted his mouth angrily.
"Hahaha! I won't tell you!"
The students laughed and threw paintbrushes everywhere.
Zhou Yu looked indifferently at the noisy studio, and silently drew a portrait of a person on the paper.
Soon, a handsome boy with blond hair came to life.
Looking at the handsome blond boy on the drawing paper, Zhou Yu crumpled the drawing paper silently and threw it into the wastebasket.
"It's bad! It's on fire! The classroom is on fire!"
Just in the middle of the painting class, there was a scream of panic. Zhou Yu followed the terrified students out of the studio, and saw the billowing smoke from downstairs.
It seems that their classroom is on fire.
Zhou Yu thought of the picture he drew just now, and hesitation appeared on his pale face.
It should have nothing to do with that painting, right