It was raining outside, but there were still many bad boys gathered. Children of this age will be reprimanded by their parents whenever they go back late, but they seem to be left alone, wandering rampantly like lonely ghosts.
Jin Heng bowed his head to avoid them skillfully, his figure disappeared into the night, as if there was no sense of existence in the air, he let the raindrops fall diagonally on his shoulders, and then found his way home in a strange memory.
In an old-fashioned residential building, each floor was crowded with five or six households. The iron railings were rusted, and the messy debris piled up the already narrow aisles even more crowded.
On this midsummer rainy night, the weather is sultry, flies are flying around, and the garbage is rancid.
Jin Heng closed his eyes and took a breath, so he felt that even his body was rotten. He rummaged through the layers of the bag, found a rusted key, and opened the door.
It's very empty inside, and the words "poverty" are unquestionably exposed.
After Jin Heng left in his last life, his life could be regarded as good. When he returned to this place again, he could see that there was a trace of discomfort.
He glanced around, took a seat beside the bed, and then slowly spread out his palm. There was a very shallow scratch on it, because during the fight in the classroom, he gripped the knife too tightly.
Hurt others and hurt yourself.
But Jin Heng didn't care, he was recalling the feeling of slamming Jiang Shaolong's head against the door just now. The dull sound sounded quite pleasant, so much so that the well-knotted and harmless hands also seemed to be very pleasant. Get scared.
The system has never seen such a host, nor a world like this. They are obviously a group of juveniles who have not yet grown up, but their maliciousness is greater than that of adults.
009 flapped his wings gently and landed in front of Jin Heng, repeating what he said in the classroom: [Don't kill... ]
Jin Heng is still very young, he shouldn't have to pay the price for mistakes that are not his own, he is only halfway through the road of life.
Jin Heng raised his eyes, his pupils were pitch black, and the dust danced at his fingertips, smiling strangely: "Why didn't you say this to them?"
Don't you think it's ironic to not reform the perpetrator, but to reform the victim here.
Jin Heng's eyes, sharp like knives, seemed to be able to cut through the outer layer of the system and see all the cold data.
The system floated quietly in the air, thinking about what he said, and was a little stunned when it was rare. It scratched its own body structure and searched all the instruction data written by the interstellar executive.
System: [Search for the first order command]
The search is successful, and the command name is [Reform].
System: [Modify command]
Please enter a command name.
System: [Protect]
Insufficient permissions, modification failed.
System: [Search for the second order command]
The search is successful, the command name is [Save]
…
When the alert sounded, the air fell into a brief silence, the system flapped its wings lightly, as if it understood something, looked at the closed bathroom door, and disappeared silently.
In the early morning of the next day, just as the genius was bright, Jin Heng went out to school with his schoolbag on his back. This residential building is too remote and the traffic is inconvenient, so I can only walk half an hour earlier every day.
In his last life, Jin Heng cared about his grades and his teachers' opinions, in order to stand out, but he had obtained these things in his previous life, and when he got it, he felt ordinary and lacking in interest.
So what is the meaning of his rebirth
The pace of walking is sloppy, and there is no fear of being late.
When approaching the school gate, Jin Heng was about to cross the road when the system suddenly flapped its wings and flew out, and the voice anxiously reminded: [Run!]
Jin Heng paused when he heard the words, and looked around subconsciously, only to see Jiang Shaolong's group standing across the street across the rolling traffic, their eyes were like evil spirits, and they wanted to devour their lives.
The street escape officially begins.
Jin Heng turned around and ran, holding the railing with his hands and turned out neatly. Because of the extreme speed, the school uniform was filled with wind, and the corners of the clothes were pulled into a straight line. Jiang Shaolong and the others were chasing after him, and the bruised and swollen scar on his forehead was the source of his majestic anger.
The people on the street are in a hurry, only they run fast, but no one will take into account the reason.
Jin Heng pursed his lips tightly, with a calm expression on his face. While avoiding Jiang Shaolong and the others, he quickly passed through the crooked and crooked streets. The direction of his running was not No. 6 High School, but a school where gangsters gathered together.
He suddenly broke into the territory of the vocational high school, like a weak and deceiving sheep strayed into the wolves—
At least that's what it looks like on the surface.
Chongming Vocational High School is recently renovating the playground. The school entrance is filled with concrete hollow pillars, which are stacked high into a triangular tower. Bad boys sit on it in twos and threes, using it as a gathering area, smoking, swearing, and talking with their girlfriends. in love.
Wen Yan didn't smoke in the morning. He put his hands in his pockets and walked to school lazily. Before he woke up, he was carrying a single shoulder bag with nothing in it, just a brick. It is very convenient and handy to use.
Xu Meng held a basketball in his hand, tossed it around in his hand, and asked casually, "Brother Yan, have you written Liu Baldzi's homework? He seems to be taking it for inspection today."
Wen Yan frowned: "What is it?"
Xu Meng glanced at him: "Homework."
Wen Yan scolded a swear word expressionlessly, and the gangsters next to him gave Xu Meng a gleeful push: "Fuck you, sir, you know that Brother Yan didn't write it, so what are you asking?"
"That's right, it's not a blank paper."
Wen Yan was about to speak when a force suddenly hit his waist, and the whole person was staggered, and then a cool body was covered behind him, the wind was wrapped around the corner of his clothes, and there was a faint smell of laundry detergent. .
Jin Heng ran too fast, unable to stop the speed for a moment, almost dragged Wen Yan to the ground, and behind him were Jiang Shaolong and others who were chasing after him.
Wen Yan almost stood up straight, the swear words were already on his lips, he turned around with a gloomy face, and was about to see who was courting death, but he caught a pair of black and white eyes, clean and clear, which clearly reflected his appearance. .
Because of the speed of running, Jin Heng's chest was heaving and his back was sweating. His cold fingertips tightly clasped Wen Yan's wrist, his harmless appearance was very confusing, and he looked panic and helpless: "Help me. I!"
It's him
Wen Yan squinted his eyes, frowned, swallowed the swear words he said, remembering that he was the boy he met at the gate of No. 6 Middle School yesterday, seeing Jin Heng in a state of embarrassment, and seeing the aggressive Jiang Shaolong and others, he instantly understood what happened.
"Damn, I see where you're going!"
Jiang Shaolong and his party were chasing after them hard enough. They were leaning against the wall and gasping for breath. However, when they saw Wen Yan and the others, their expressions changed indistinctly. After looking around, they realized that they didn't know when they had run away. Chongming's site came up.
There is no need for a reason to fight the gangsters, and there are not a few people who find fault for no reason, not to mention that Wen Yan only brought someone to clean up Luo Ming of No. 6 Middle School yesterday, and the relationship between the two sides is really embarrassing.
Jiang Shaolong's legs were a little stiff, he straightened up slowly, only to see the group of bad boys in Chongming staring at him with a smile but not a smile, cold sweat on his back, he wanted to leave, but he was unwilling to let Jin Heng go.
After much deliberation, Jiang Shaolong pointed at Jin Heng and said, "That person is from our school, and if he caused trouble, I just want to trouble him."
He tried his best to appear calmer, but under the gaze of many eyes, he lacked confidence, was guilty of fear, and couldn't hide it.
Jin Heng didn't let go of Wen Yan's hand, but his chest was still a little ups and downs. He held Wen Yan tightly, as if he was holding a life-saving straw, and whispered, "Save me..."
Jin Heng said, save me.
His complexion was pale, and he looked a little too feminine for a boy. Wen Yan stared at Jin Heng, wondering why he looked weaker than a girl.
Xu Meng didn't take the people from No. 6 Middle School seriously at all. He clapped the basketball in his hands repeatedly, ready to watch the excitement. Seeing that Jin Heng actually asked Wen Yan for help, he couldn't help laughing.
Among the bunch of people, whoever is not good, pick the most cruel one.
Those delinquent teenagers also have the same idea as Xu Meng, you push me, I push you, and they are all ready to see how Wen Yan gets angry.
Jin Heng quietly lowered his eyes and heard a faint sarcasm and ridicule ringing in his ears.
Jiang Shaolong saw Wen Yan and the others did not move. It seemed that he did not intend to intervene. His heart was slightly relieved, and he was about to step forward to pull Jin Heng out. Who would have thought that it would be dark in front of him. Unable to dodge, he fell to the ground with a thud.
No one expected this to happen.
Wen Yan seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He still kept his shooting posture with both hands. Seeing Jiang Shaolong clutching his nose and falling to the ground, he propped himself up with his hands, jumped up to the top of the pile of concrete and sat down, stepping on the edge with one foot. , with one foot down, and a wicked smile.
Wen Yan shook the hanging leg, the sleeve of the school uniform was rolled up to the elbow, revealing the strong forearm, and casually put it on the knee: "What did you just say, I didn't hear?"
Jiang Shaolong was dizzy after being smashed. He only felt that his nose was hot, and some salty liquid came out. He wiped it with his sleeve, only to find that it was blood. He got up from the ground in fright and looked left and right, but saw behind him. empty -
The group of people who were with him had long since seen that something was wrong.
Jiang Shaolong cursed fiercely in his heart, covered his nose with his cuff, and turned to leave, Xu Meng picked up the basketball, slapped him on the back of the head, and made a crisp sound: "What did you just say, Brother Yan can't hear you? , do not repeat it again."
Seeing this, the delinquent teenagers around also jokingly stepped forward, surrounded Jiang Shaolong in the middle, push him, I kicked him, and played him so embarrassingly.
Jiang Shaolong was kicked and his face turned pale. At first he was able to endure it, but in the end he couldn't bear it anymore, and he begged for mercy: "I was wrong... I was wrong... Let me go..."
Wen Yan was indifferent, the crescent-shaped skeleton tattooed on the back of his hand finally became clear under the scorching sun, he smoked a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it, he lifted his eyelids lazily and said, "Where did you go wrong? ?"
How could Jiang Shaolong know where he had provoked Wen Yan, a mad dog, he covered his head with his hands to protect his important parts: "I'm wrong everywhere, I'm wrong everywhere..."
Xu Meng's girlfriend Yan Na and Jin Heng belonged to the same class and dressed like a little sister. When the boys were fighting, she stood by to watch the excitement and asked casually, "Brother Yan, help Jin Heng. what."
Wen Yan looked over: "What, do you know?"
Yan Na said, "I'm in the same class as him, but I'm not familiar with it."
Wen Yan thought that he was not familiar with it. Jin Heng saw that he was the kind of nerd who only knew how to study.
Yan Na: "It's really bad."
Just ten points taller than her.