Han Li fell heavily to the ground again.
He took two deep breaths and propped up his upper body with his palms on the floor.
Two drops of hot sweat dripped from his forehead and the bridge of his nose one after another, leaving two dark traces on the ground, like a pair of eyes of different sizes glaring at him silently.
An indifferent voice came from above:
"stand up."
Han Li raised his eyes and looked upward.
The young man folded his arms and looked down at him condescendingly. The swaying light above his head blurred the outline of his facial features, but Han Li could still feel the gaze locked on him.
Han Li instinctively felt danger, and vague shivers and chills ran up his spine inch by inch.
But something seemed to be burning in his chest, like burning charcoal fire rolling back and forth in his chest, causing hot flames to burn from his muscles, bones and blood vessels to his limbs.
He stretched out his hand to support the wall beside him and stood up with some difficulty.
Shen Kong stood beside him with his arms folded, squinting his eyes casually: "Are you coming again?"
"Come."
Han Li wiped the sweat off his face and answered decisively.
The next second, before Han Li could see the opponent's movements clearly, he felt a huge impact that pushed him hard against the wall. He subconsciously wanted to fight back, but the opponent was too slippery to catch him. The only movable hands and feet were tightly tied in the next moment, and they couldn't move in the blink of an eye.
The opponent's elbow was pressing against his throat. Han Li had no doubt that with just a little force, his throat bone could be crushed easily -
As long as the other person wants it.
His heart was beating violently in his chest, and the suffocation feeling in his throat made him dizzy. Sweat dripped into his eyes, causing needle-like pain.
Han Li hired a private coach to teach him self-defense, and the opponent did keep his hand at every turn, but... those cruel and deadly moves, as well as the rapid beating and noise of his heart, all seemed to tell him clearly that the two were completely different. no the same.
Han Li raised his eyelids with difficulty and looked at Shen Kong who was restraining him.
The moment their eyes met, Han Li felt his breathing stop.
In the blurred vision, the other party's eyes were so clear -
Sharp, cruel, fresh, and violent, as if facing the edge of a knife, it arouses the instinctive fear and trembling in the heart, as if sharp claws tear open the bloody wound in the chest, and tightly grasps the heart that is still warm. .
Looking at him with eyes closed from the basement that was filled with the smell of disinfectant eight years ago, Han Li almost had the illusion that that person suddenly appeared from his memories.
It was as if he saw the shining silver blade still bearing the dried blood marks he had left many years ago.
His mind was extremely confused, and he had a strange feeling that time and space were out of order.
Sensing something was wrong with Han Li, Shen Kong relaxed his grip, helped him sit down on the spot, frowned and asked:
"Are you okay?"
Han Li was still immersed in the weird illusion in his mind and couldn't extricate himself. He shook his head in confusion, his voice was a little hoarse due to the oppression of his larynx:
"No...it's okay."
The wrinkles between Shen Kong's brows deepened. He remembered that he had deliberately avoided the old injury on Han Li's knee. Could it be that he had injured it accidentally
He sat down on the spot, slid his palms onto Han Li's knees, and pressed secretly with his fingertips, trying to find the lesion.
Han Li was scalded by the warmth of his palm, and his consciousness was finally brought back to reality.
He raised his eyes to look at Shen Kong, who was squatting not far from him, and was a little dazed for a moment: He hadn't noticed before... Cheng Chen's hair color was a light chestnut color, and it looked like it had been coated with a light layer of hair under the light. The broken gold circled his cheek softly, like the down of some small animal. It looked soft, which made Han Li a little curious about how it really felt.
The light above his head glowed with warm yellow. The young man in front of him lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast shadows on his fair cheeks. They trembled slightly as he blinked, like butterfly wings fluttering about to take flight.
Han Li fell into deep self-doubt again.
Just now…
Is it an illusion
Shen Kong found no signs of damage, but had no intention of continuing. He got up from the ground, opened the refrigerator door, and took out two cans of cold beer.
He threw a can to Han Li.
Han Li, who was still wandering in his mind, subconsciously caught it. His hand was shaken by the cold metal shell of the beer, and he instantly woke up from his thoughts.
He looked up at Shen Kong and saw that the other person had pulled up a chair and sat under the window.
He was lazily slumped on the chair, raising his neck and pouring wine into his mouth, without any danger as before.
Han Li hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to pull the ring of the beer bottle. Snow-white foam instantly poured out from the narrow mouth of the bottle. He was caught off guard and was drenched all over his body and hands.
Shen Kong let out a nasty laugh that took pleasure in others' misfortune, like a childish ghost who had succeeded in his misfortune.
Han Li got up from the ground helplessly, took out a tissue from the paper drawer on the table and wiped his clothes and pants.
He looked at Shen Kong, who was laughing happily, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.
Han Li's other hand was still holding the cold beer can. His palm, which was so cold that it hurt, was filled with water droplets condensed on the metal wall. It slowly overflowed between his fingers, and the refreshing coldness filled his heart. Intentions rushed up from the palms of his hands, and his heart seemed to hurt a little.
A strange feeling, but not annoying.
The two of them drank a can of beer quietly.
Shen Kong used his palms slightly to flatten the empty beer can, making a harsh rattling sound. He turned to look at Han Li:
"It's quite late, you should go."
With that said, he stood up from the chair, walked to the sofa, picked up the schoolbag he threw on it, stuffed it into Han Li's hand, and gave him a kind smile: "By the way, don't forget to do your homework."
A minute later, Han Li stood in a daze in the narrow and dark corridor. He turned to look at the door that had not yet been closed.
Shen Kong held the door with one hand and stood backlit. The warm yellow light came from behind him. Han Li couldn't see his features clearly, and could only see his blurry outline.
Even his voice seemed to come from far away, low and unreal:
"I hope you learned enough this time. After all, I didn't do anything cruel this time, so others may not."
After saying such meaningful words, Shen Kong let go of the palm holding the door and let the door panel follow the inertia to close.
"Click."
Locked down.
The young man's figure was hidden behind the door along with the warm yellow light. Han Li was left standing alone in the dark and cold corridor in a daze. He looked thoughtfully at the closed door. He opened the door, threw the backpack in his hand over his shoulder, then turned and walked downstairs.
As soon as the door was closed, the sound of the system sounded in my ears like a reminder:
"It has been detected that the behavior of the correction officer is not conducive to the correction of the three views of the target mission. Please refrain from acting recklessly!"
Shen Kong had now developed a patience for the monotonous metallic sound of the system. He threw himself into the sofa and replied lazily in his mind:
"Didn't I say that since you want me not to be passive and slack in my work, you must agree with my educational methods."
He took out a cigarette, held it to his lips, lowered his head and lit it.
The voice of the system is still the same as before: "The target character is the villain in this book. Transmitting a ruthless behavior to him is not conducive to the completion of the task. The task cannot be completed, and the corrector's points will be cleared. You..."
"okay."
Shen Kong did not answer in his mind this time, but spoke directly.
His voice was soft and light, as soft as smoke escaping in the air, but it seemed to contain some kind of deafening and terrifying coldness:
"When will you understand that I am willing to cooperate just because I want to."
He shook out the cigarette ashes, and his light-colored eyes were half-closed. They were as silent as the wilderness, glowing with inorganic indifference under the light.
"There are so many so-called people with upright views and abundant love in the world, but you have chosen me - an outlaw who is far from your purpose. I don't want to delve into the hidden meaning, and I don't bother to Find out what went wrong in this so-called book world that made you do such a desperate thing, and you have to let me complete the task."
Shen Kong leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs:
"I am an extreme hedonist. I like all exciting and interesting things, so I am willing to take on your loss-making mission, not because I am afraid of death. If I cared about my life, I would have retired long ago. Do you understand?”
He dusted off his cigarette carelessly:
"So - I hope this is the last time you threaten me."