Shen Kong seemed to be aware of the movement over there and raised his eyes to look over.
The lights in the room were not on, only the entrance light was on, illuminating the whole room dimly and hazy, with only a scarlet cigarette butt extinguishing brightly in the darkness. Under the cover of night and smoke, his eyes were like stars, with a thrilling impact that almost made people feel a slight pain in their heart.
As if he was afraid of being stabbed, Han Li couldn't help but look away.
Shen Kong stood up, walked to the bedside, raised his hand and touched Han Li's forehead - the fever was gone.
He pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed, took out a box of medicine from his pocket and threw it into Han Li's lap. Then he pointed to the glass of water on the bedside with the fingertips holding the cigarette, and said concisely. :"drink."
Han Li lowered his eyes, reached out to unpack the medicine box, took out two capsules, poured them into his palm, and swallowed them with water.
Shen Kong lazily put his feet up on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette here and there with his eyes half-downcast, not knowing what he was thinking.
He asked abruptly: "Is there anyone else who is causing trouble for you?"
Han Li choked on the water he just drank, coughed twice, and wiped the water stains on his lips with the back of his hand. His mind was spinning, and he almost thought of a way to respond in an instant.
He didn't answer, his dark eyes were a little dodgeful, his lips pursed slightly, his fingers rubbed the side of the cup uneasily, and then he shook his head hesitantly.
The pale face still showed the weakness after illness, which was forbearing and pitiful.
Shen Kong glanced at him, stretched out his hand to put out the cigarette, and ordered calmly:
"If you encounter this kind of thing again, come to me."
Han Li's heart tightened slightly and he lowered his head, fearing that his eyes would reveal his true emotions.
The throbbing that he had deliberately suppressed and ignored during the crisis suddenly surged up.
It's so powerful that it's hard to resist.
It felt as if the heart was soaked by some warm water, or as if the ribs were pierced by a sharp instrument, and the sweet and suffocating pain spread across the chest.
He didn't know what this strange and alarming feeling was. From nowhere, he just instinctively wanted more.
Just like moths are attracted by the blazing light, cold-blooded animals are attracted by the warm body temperature, the deeper and darker greed sprouts and grows slowly and silently in the heart, whispering quietly in the ear with a cold hiss, over and over again, urging urgently. He wanted more.
The Han family's education for the heir told him - plunder whatever you want, regardless of the cost, by any means.
But there was a voice in his heart telling him: Don't be anxious.
Take it easy.
Han Li raised his eyes to look at Shen Kong, who was sitting at the end of the bed. There was a bit of compelling light in the depths of his dark eyes, but his face was still gentle and harmless: "So, we are friends now, right? ?”
Shen Kong shrugged nonchalantly: "Okay."
Han Li was not very satisfied with this answer. The greed lurking in the darkness in his heart was clamoring for more. He calmly suppressed the thoughts in his heart, stood up slightly, and got closer to Shen Kong. His voice Low and gentle, his curved eyebrows showed no aggression at all: "Then... can I come here to see you at any time in the future?"
Shen Kong put a little force on his feet, put all his weight on the back two legs of the chair, and swayed lazily in mid-air:
"what ever."
As soon as he finished speaking, something seemed to sound suddenly. He loosened his footing and the chair legs fell to the ground with a thud.
Shen Kong turned to look at Han Li who was sitting on the bed, and asked casually: "Do you want to learn self-defense?"
He understands that it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish.
Shen Kong was originally planning to protect Han Li secretly and deal with the villains who bullied and insulted him in the plot, but the system's previous words woke him up.
This book has automatic correction measures, but the corrector's time is very limited. If he corrects the deviated world trajectory after he leaves... it will be more than worth the gain.
As for what the system said about love and patience, Shen Kong simply didn't take it seriously.
His profession is to help people solve their problems, which is rooted in people's malicious anger and greed - after all, if love and patience worked, there would be no people like him in the world.
From Shen Kong's point of view, Han Li's problem was that he was too easy to bully.
This is a cruel world, and people who are too kind will be doubly exploited and plundered.
Han Li's eyes lit up. He suppressed the corners of his mouth that couldn't be raised and replied in a normal tone: "Okay, as long as you don't mind the trouble."
Shen Kong raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction and stood up on the chair under him again - now the system finally no longer has to complain about being passive and slow in work every day. Look, now they have not only become "friends", they even have each other. With the time we spend together, the transformation of our outlook on life is just around the corner!
Suddenly, he suddenly remembered something, and his expression turned a little ugly.
Shen Kong took a deep breath, turned to look at Han Li lying on the bed, and added:
"-But, I didn't do it in vain."
Han Li looked up at him after hearing the sound.
I saw that the young man who was surrounded by several people but remained calm-faced now had a solemn expression, his brows were furrowed as if facing a formidable enemy, and he said slowly and solemnly:
"You have to help me with my homework."
After making a perfect deal with Han Li, Shen Kong was in a good mood. Even if he had to get up early the next day, his good mood was not ruined.
Before being kidnapped by this correctional three-view studio, Shen Kong really didn't expect that he, an adult man in his thirties, would be reduced to the point where he was forced to do high school students' homework every day.
What makes him even more frustrated is... As a person whose skills are all focused on violence, he really doesn't know how to do it.
But in order to maintain Cheng Chen's character as a top student, he had to refuse to pay the bills every time.
Shen Kong even thought about hiring a few people outside school to help him with his homework.
But now, the appearance of Han Li has perfectly solved his life problems and allowed him to regain his identity as an adult man who does not need to do homework.
But he didn't find any sense of shame in blackmailing high school students - the system added.
Shen Kong hummed a tuneless tune, slowly climbed out of bed, washed up, took a sandwich from the refrigerator and stuffed it into his schoolbag, and then walked out the door slowly.
He entered the classroom just one second before the bell rang.
But to his surprise, the teacher who was supposed to be teaching morning reading was not in the classroom. The classroom was in complete chaos. The noisy and chaotic talking, laughing and playing were extremely loud in the quiet corridor, and it was almost noisy. The eardrums were shattered. All the students seemed to be excited by the news, and they kept chattering.
Shen Kong raised his eyebrows in surprise, pulled out his chair and sat down.
Just as he slowly took out the books from his bag, his ears suddenly caught a few words leaked from his deskmate and others while they were chatting excitedly:
"Our class"... "Transfer student"...
Shen Kong's movements paused slightly.
At this moment, the short, fat Mediterranean class teacher walked in from outside the classroom with a serious look on his face, banged the desk hard, stirring up a layer of floating chalk dust: "Quiet! Quiet!"
The noise and playfulness of the entire class fell silent, and dozens of pairs of eyes looked directly at the teacher on the podium.
He cleared his throat and said in a drawl:
"Well... our class has a new student transferred from another school this year. I hope everyone will get along well and welcome him with enthusiasm and kindness!"
After finishing speaking, he turned to look at the classroom door, the folds of his face smiling like a flower:
"Everyone is welcome!"