Ruan Xiangyuan's domineering words made the surrounding prisoners digest for a while, and the final result was that most people believed that these words made a new middle-level prisoner say them, not so much as a shocking effect, but as a result. A bad joke of the year, and a handful of inmates think—
In fact, seriously, probably no less meat.
for example.
As an ordinary person who has no skills and doesn't look right, it is not uncommon to not be able to touch the noble boots of the king all year round. Prisoner A touched the tip of his nose and poked him with his elbow. Prisoner B beside him: "Do you think that, in fact, if this kid really becomes the king, it might be good."
Prisoner B's answer seemed so unhesitating: "You have a brain hole."
Prisoner a: "Look, other people's kings are so glamorous and noble. For us ordinary people, the farts released by the kings are fragrant--suddenly one day, your kings become the ones around you. Man, he can smile and accept your evaluation of his 'farts stink', aren't you looking forward to it? "
Prisoner b: "Reince in the next building will also smile and wait for you to finish, and then beat you until you can't control your fart when you see a smile
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Prisoner a: "Seriously, I'm discussing seriously."
Prisoner B: "Then please give me an example to make me more serious, thank you."
"Ever since Reince hugged his pup last year and swaggered past the 'Outsiders and Dogs Not Allowed' sign hanging on the door, I've always felt that Building 3 wants to cheer up..."
"When did we lose our spirits? Didn't the snow at the gate be swept away today?"
"Oh really? I was the only one who saw Reince swaggering into the elevator of King Power in Building 3 at the gate, gritted his teeth and felt blood dripping from the side, and felt that his face was smeared?"
"..."
"This Christmas, holding a beer bottle like an idiot and staring at the fireworks foolishly made a wish, 'I want a king who can lead us to step on the second building, mt step down quickly', isn't it you?"
"..."
"Building No. 3 needs a real king, am I wrong?"
"..."
"That person is not a fat man who drools when he looks at a beautiful person, nor is he a sissy who wears a blindfold, he better not be so beautiful that the higher-ups can see that he doesn't want to do anything but fuck a shit, he probably He is good at fighting, although he is not the best one, he can be very smart, although he is not the smartest one, he must be good looking, but not handsome or handsome - he will probably be so ordinary that we are always around A certain person fell into the crowd and couldn't dig three feet out of the ground. However, when he stood up, not only the high-rises of Zhili, the king, but the population of hundreds of people on and off the third building became alone."
"… … … … continue?"
"Aren't you looking forward to it?" Prisoner A licked his lower lip, and his face seemed to have another kind of brilliance besides the sunlight from the window, "At that time, I will no longer be afraid of the people in Building No. 2. "
"I'm not afraid, have you been afraid?"
Prisoner A stopped talking. He turned his head and glanced at the frowning mt standing behind the crowd. Beside him was Hawkeye who was still smiling and was planning something, so Prisoner A thought for a while, Answer: "I'm not afraid, but mt is afraid. What he fears is different from what we fear, but when what he fears comes true, our thoughts probably don't matter anymore.
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"oh."
"Old b, I've run out of saliva, what do you think?"
"I don't understand."
"Fuck you."
"My thought is: you were the one who gave a speech at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, maybe Martin Luther King Jr. will never be famous again."
Prisoner A fell silent again.
Of course he knew he was not Martin Luther King.
This conversation started without Ruan Xiangyuan's knowledge, and ended when Ruan Xiangyuan scratched his head and sat back at his desk, continued to pick up the cold flower roll, frowning and took a big bite. Apart from Prisoner B with a twitching face, there was no third person—but it doesn't matter, this long parallel sentence and the sentence with a strong sense of déjà vu became the best speech of the supporting role today, and even became a kind of divine prophecy.
Prisoner A has no name, and even he only has a code name from beginning to end, and he may not appear in the camera again in the future.
However, among the vast crowd, such an unknown character quietly became Ruan Xiangyuan's first real supporter.
A break from zero is half the battle to show that a good start is about to begin.
A good beginning is half the battle.
So, today, after more than three months in the Absolute Wing Pavilion, Ruan Xiangyuan has finally completed a quarter of his lofty goal - to become a king, you must have many, many younger brothers. Now, because of three candies and a cup of honey, he Silently possessed the first little brother, but he himself didn't know it.
At this moment, Ruan Xiangyuan just felt that he had done something that made his presence felt angry—once he did too much of this kind of nosy thing, he would get used to it. For the black-haired young man, it was just a daily routine.
So Ruan Xiangyuan took it for granted that other people should get used to the things he was used to.
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Pope: "Naive."
Ruan Xiangyuan: "Oh."
Pope: "I'm calling you stupid."
Ruan Xiangyuan: "It's okay, tell me, I'm used to it. It's the same reason that a normal person is a neuropathy just like a neuropathy. I don't blame you. It's all the fault of the second disease. I gave up treatment to make room for you."
"..." The technical geek wiped his face feebly.
"After saying that kind of thing, you still act like nothing happened," the pope sneered, looking at the black-haired young man with his head buried in his meal, "You are so fucking brave—I didn't see mt's face turned green, ah, Ryan, the goddess of the prisoners in Building No. 3, also doesn't look very satisfied."
"What did I say about me?" Ruan Xiangyuan wolfed down the roll, holding up his fork, "In that case, wouldn't it be appropriate not to use a domineering sentence as an exit line?"
"You can completely replace the sentence of heroism challenging the authority class with something more personal," the Pope said with a smirk on his face, "for example, 'something is coming to me'."
"Are you stupid?" Ruan Xiangyuan looked at the Pope with eyes like an idiot, "If you're stupid, just play with the sand, but I'm not stupid. I'm fucking crazy to say such words."
The tech geek who sat by the side and didn't speak from the beginning to the end squinted at his cellmate in a horrible way. He didn't have the nerve to tell him that "the rules are for breaking" like the soul of the king in the second building next door. In the eyes of some people with ulterior motives, it probably deserves a hundred times more beating than all the words put together. The Super Girl Picking Manual.
So, when Ruan Xiangyuan finished his meal and stood up, the technical nerd finally couldn't help but grabbed the black-haired young man's sleeve and reminded him, "Be careful."
Ruan Xiangyuan paused, then nodded in confusion.
But after just half an hour, Ruan Xiangyuan was no longer confused—he even suspected that besides the old magic stick, there was another intelligence king and a prophet among his friends.
The wind-releasing time was not over yet, and Ruan Xiangyuan didn't go to the noisy playground. According to his own habit, he usually came to the empty garden at this time in the morning. At this time, the garden had not been swept by snow and the ground was white One piece, one step at a time, very suitable for taking a walk, sorting out the mood, and having a little refreshment by the way
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When he was a pup, his stupid master would bring him here and let him run wild for a while—although Ruan Xiangyuan suspected many times that the reason why Lei Qie didn't take him to the playground was just because he was afraid that he would be caught by someone when he was running wildly. One accidentally trampled to death.
Habits cannot be changed, especially when a person returns to a certain environment—so Ruan Xiangyuan likes to run to the garden to sneak himself when he has nothing to do.
The sun is just right today, and the flowers are still blooming under the ice and snow. Just as the black-haired young man was squatting with his buttocks squatting beside the flower bed and playing "Tiger Sniffing Flowers", he heard a rustling sound behind him. A person is stepping on the snow and approaching quickly—
Ruan Xiangyuan let go of the flower in his hand and paused hesitantly. However, when behind him, a black shadow completely enveloped him, the black-haired young man subconsciously turned his body halfway and raised his hand to block the vital parts of his brain. parts—
There was a muffled bang, earth-shattering!
Severe pain came from the arm joints used to resist, as if you could hear the sound of your own bones breaking from the inside - if this was hit by him on the back of the head with a single blow, half your life would be lost if you didn't die!
Under the pain, I inevitably felt a little angry in my heart, and I didn't even have time to think about why these people suddenly attacked or whether they recognized the wrong person. With the entire left hand completely out of strength, Ruan Xiangyuan twisted his waist at an incredible angle, and the other party Before he even had time to react to his miss, he snatched the heavy wooden stick from the opponent's hand with lightning speed—
The wooden stick was heavy in the hand, and according to its weight, it should be regarded as a contraband in the Absolute Wing Pavilion. Its surface was smooth, and it was probably a baseball tool that some prisoners secretly polished with dead tree branches they hid.
Forcibly snatching the weapon from the opponent's hand, Ruan Xiangyuan didn't even look at it, and swung the wooden stick in his hand at the opponent's knee at the height of his squatting on the flower bed. When the whole left hand was numb due to pain, When he was attacking with the wooden stick in both hands, his strike became neither light nor heavy. As expected, accompanied by a strange scream, a tall and thin figure fell to the ground—
There was a burst of snow and dust.
Ruan Xiangyuan frowned, and jumped down from the flower bed holding the wooden stick. He raised his head, and before he even had time to ask what these people were up to, another accomplice of another tall and thin prisoner on the ground had already circled behind Ruan Xiangyuan. When the young man moved his lips and was about to ask a question, he suddenly rushed up from behind and threw him heavily to the ground—
This is not acting in a movie, so it is impossible for opponents to come up to you one by one
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The significance of gang fights is that as long as the opponent reveals a little flaw, the side with the advantage in numbers can quickly reverse the situation—
The moment Ruan Xiangyuan reached the bottom, a prisoner in front of him rushed up, raised his foot and kicked the weapon in his hand with a slap, and stomped his hand heavily on the snow, burning pain from the back of his hand It was uploaded that the other party was probably a prisoner who was going to clean the outdoors today, so he wore outdoor shoes. The rough soles rubbed against the cold and stiff back of his hands, and the numb pain was transmitted from almost every nerve to the depths of the brain!
In this short moment, a total of four or five people from the other side swarmed up, firmly pressing the struggling black-haired young man on the ground!
His head was pressed heavily to the ground, and the tip of his nose was buried deeply in the cold ice and snow. At that moment, it seemed that his face was about to fall off from the cold. The snow particles spew out—
Damn, so hard!
It was as if he was a Godzilla running out of the deep forest. The people who restrained his hands and feet exerted great strength. No matter what angle he tried to twist his wrists and ankles to break free from the restraints, all he got was More thorough bondage!
"Okay, okay, you won." Rolling his eyes in his heart, Ruan Xiangyuan finally had enough tossing, and he limply relaxed to express his surrender.
At the same time, as if it was a reward for his complete surrender, the black-haired young man only heard a rustling sound in his ear, as if someone appeared from behind them—
Ruan Xiangyuan pricked up his ears sensitively, and subconsciously judged that this was probably the leader of the group. Sure enough, he felt the force that suppressed him loosen a little, and the hand that was firmly on his head was also released. removed—
The black-haired young man quickly raised his head from the snow, and spit out the snow mixed with mud twice, but the smell of earth in his mouth was more clearly transmitted to the taste buds, filling his entire mouth.
The lower jaw was pinched by a warm and soft hand, and it was forcibly pulled up—
The black pupils met with a pair of smiling eyes—
oh no
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To be precise, one.
The man who was squatting in front of him and looking down at him had only one eye intact, and the other was firmly covered under the blindfold.
"—mt is not very satisfied with your performance in the morning."
When he smiles, there will be faint smile marks on that overly feminine and extremely beautiful face, and when his facial muscles move, the moles in his eyes always appear vivid—
Just like the character map in Ruan Xiangyuan's cognition, the man in front of him always had some kind of uncomfortable pity on his face, and even a faint smile in his tone. He spoke not slowly, But it seems light-
"... Congratulations on becoming a member of the middle class, Xiaoyuan... However, there is always someone who should give you a little education. Only after education can you get rid of the bad habits you brought from the bottom—"
The man let go of his jaw, and Ruan Xiangyuan's head was forced to fall back to the ground again. When he struggled to raise his head, he saw the man with his hands in his trouser pockets, his slender figure standing in front of him. Blocking most of the sunlight, the soft voice came from a high place—
"However, that attack just now was really a wonderful counterattack..." The man said with a smile, "This group of trash, clumsy, I told you not to attack where you feel pain..."
As the man finished speaking, the tall and thin prisoner who had been hit by Ruan Xiangyuan's blow to the knee before and fell to the ground screamed with the sound of bone shattering.
The man sneered, and took his heavy boots away from the man's completely helpless palm.
"Here, Xiaoyuan, I'll avenge you." The man squatted down in front of the black-haired young man again, tilting his head slightly, "Are you happy?"
Ruan Xiangyuan: “……………………………………”
Shit, Hawkeye.
Ruan Xiangyuan knew that, according to international theory, meeting this yin and yang pervert usually meant... he was going to be in bad luck.
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