Chapter 122 This Host Is Crazy

Chapter 122 This Host Is Crazy

Some people's eighteen years of age are shining, some people's eighteen years of age are dim, and some people are buried in the past before they have time to experience eighteen years of age, and rot in the mud.

The only intersection between Jin Heng and Wen Yan in the first half of their lives was when they were 18 years old, like two strands of rope twisted together by accident, a knot was briefly tied, and then they were forcibly torn apart again. Left, one head to the right, so far parted ways.

It was Jin Heng who tore it apart with his own hands.

When he graduated from high school, Jin Heng was admitted to the best university in the province, while Wen Yan, an unscrupulous boy, was sent to prison for injuring others. One of them was in the center of the bustling city, and the other was in the cold iron fence. The need for intersection.

Indeed no...

After Jin Heng left that small place in Lincheng, he never went back. Many years later, he became a well-known entrepreneur in City Z. He was well-dressed and glamorous. memories.

After all, who would have imagined that the person standing at the top of the pyramid today was just a poor guy who was bullied by unscrupulous teenagers in high school and dared not even make a sound.

The father who ran away in debt, the mother who died of early illness, an empty and simple rented house, filled with the words of poverty and misfortune, this is all Jin Heng had when he was in school, and he couldn't even pay the tuition at one time In the end, he became the target of bullying by everyone in the class.

If you ask your former classmates now, when you mention the word Jin Heng, they will probably say with a vague memory, oh, it is the little brother who was covered by Wen Yan.

The reputation of this bad boy is obviously much greater than that of Jin Heng.

At the same school age, the worst thing for others is to skip class and smoke, but he has been sent to the juvenile prison several times because of gang fights, and he ended up seeing blood every time. Too much, the kind that people would tremble twice when his name was mentioned.

Wen Yan and Jin Heng are not in the same school, so in truth, they are completely irrelevant. This delinquent boy from another school protected Jin Heng.

As we all know, those who bullied Jin Heng were all tortured by Wen Yan without exception——

This is on the surface.

There are more secret and unknown things, for example, all the money for Jin Heng to go to high school and college was given by Wen Yan, a gangster, for example, Wen Yan and Jin Heng used to be together, for example, Wen Yan hurt others because of Jin Heng, for another example, one of them went to jail, and the other left this small place without looking back.

The two strands of rope were twisted together and tied a tight knot, and were finally torn apart abruptly.

When Jin Heng was thirty-five years old, he died of illness in the hospital. He had too many worries and burdens, coupled with his eagerness to get ahead, the lifeless social work when he was young had seriously worn down his body.

At that time, Jin Heng had already owned a lot of wealth, but when he died, he still felt empty-handed, holding nothing and being unable to hold anything.

There is no reason, most of the cool people are like this.

The system watched the host's short life on the display screen, flapped its wings lightly, and then flew into the space-time tunnel, found a gap in the lifeline that belonged exclusively to Jin Heng, and passed through that place.

The gears of time slowly reversed and everything restarted.

At noon, the scorching sun is dazzling, and the sunlight slantly passes through the gaps in the branches and leaves, forming light spots of different sizes, with the dryness unique to midsummer, making people drowsy. In front of the blackboard, the teacher was talking endlessly about this year's key questions, his hoarse voice was wrapped up with the non-stop chirping of cicadas outside, like a mess, and the sudden knock of the pointer made a dull sound on the desk, scaring A lot of people woke up.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang at the right time, tinkling and piercing, and the students who hadn't woken up all woke up one after another. The teacher put the lesson plans under his armpit, and gave a lot of leisurely instructions, killing the few remaining During the break, he left slowly.

"Fuck it, it's a bit of a grind."

I don't know who cursed suddenly, like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, the originally quiet classroom boiled instantly, books flew around, mixed with all kinds of hard-to-hear curses.

In the last row of the classroom, near the trash can, sat a teenager in school uniform. He lay quietly on the table, motionless as if he had fallen asleep, until he heard loud noises in his ears, and then he struggled to move. Moving his fingertips, he slowly opened his heavy eyelids.

Jin Heng only felt that his headache was going to explode, he frowned and closed his eyes, his five fingers ran through his hair, and then he clenched tightly, the pain that almost ripped off the flesh finally woke up his chaotic mind a bit.

Classroom...desks...blackboard...

The surrounding environment came into view, like opening a dusty memory box. For Jin Heng, he was familiar with it to the bone. He slowly opened the book at hand. After seeing the name and class on the title page, his pupils shrank suddenly. His expression was horrified to a strange point.

Sophomore, how is it possible?

how is this possible……

Jin Heng suddenly trembled nervously, he slowly raised his eyes, his dark eyes swept across the familiar or unfamiliar faces around him, and his whole body fell on the boundary line between sunlight and darkness, and was abruptly divided into two halves.

Hate, panic.

Cold and cowardly.

All kinds of contradictory and extreme emotions appeared on a person like this, until a tall boy with hot red hair came over, grabbed Jin Heng by the collar, and lifted him from his seat, and the break was broken. his thoughts.

Jiang Shaolong is the tallest and strongest boy in the class. Due to puberty, he still has a few pimples on his face. In this small school, he can be considered number one.

Grabbing Jin Heng's collar, he kicked the chair away with a bang, and dragged him out of the classroom like a chicken. A few attendants behind him also walked out laughingly, and the chair fell to the ground with a bang.

Everything in the classroom was as usual, noisy and noisy, as if no one saw the scene just now, even though the chair fell to the ground so harshly.

Jin Heng has been bullied by Jiang Shaolong since he was a freshman in high school. During the three years of nightmares, he could never get rid of the handwriting of this person in front of him. Even when he left this place after graduation in his previous life, he still couldn't forget those dirty memories.

That kind of fear seeps into the bone marrow and hides in the depths of the soul. It only needs a little teasing, and it will come out like a nest of ferocious beasts.

Jin Heng was panting heavily, in a trance, and fell into some kind of nightmare that he couldn't extricate himself from. He seemed to be struggling to get out, but was suppressed by an inexplicable fear, so that his hands and feet became stiff, and his blood began to freeze .

Jiang Shaolong dragged him into the men's room, then pushed him hard on the door panel, making a muffled bang, "Fuck you, you dare to sue the teacher, I'm fucking giving you shame, right?"

He slapped Jin Heng across the face, and feeling uneasy, he kicked him in the stomach. He was too tall and oppressive among his peers, and he hit him with all the force.

A few followers stood guard at the door in case the director of teaching suddenly attacked.

Jin Heng clutched his stomach, was struck speechless by the continuous pain, his ears were buzzing, and the side of his face was densely tingled with pain like needle pricks. Before he recovered, he was pressed against the door panel "long He is paralyzed like a bitch, I heard that your mother is a chicken, is it true or not?"

He made it clear that he deliberately insulted, and everyone in the class knew that Jin Heng's mother died of stomach cancer.

Teenager's love needs no reason, hate doesn't need reason, bullying doesn't need reason, weakness is the original sin.

Jiang Shaolong's bullying this time rarely came with some reason, "Come closer to Tang Guo's fucking side, I'll kill you!"

Jin Heng is probably good-looking, otherwise the school belle wouldn't always talk to him.

The bell rang during the break, Jiang Shaolong finally gave up, searched Jin Heng for the remaining 20 yuan, and walked out of the bathroom, the crowded classroom corridor suddenly became empty and quiet.

The faucet was not closed properly, and the water was dripping down, one drop, two drops...

At the third drop, Jin Heng stood up staggeringly, he was very thin, but tall, but in front of Jiang Shaolong's overly strong body, it was inevitable that he was somewhat disadvantaged.

Jin Heng seemed to know what was going on, the pain in his body reminded him that this was not a dream.

He washed his face with cold water, and didn't raise his head for a long time. After a while, he finally straightened up and leaned against the sink. The toilet was dim, covering most of his body, his eyes were gloomy and dim.

He's back at this place again...

Back to this place again...

Jin Heng had a black fountain pen in his hand. He pressed down the cap of the pen and knocked against the edge of the sink, looking eerie and creepy in the empty toilet.

He raised his head, looked sick, closed his eyes and sighed, he could hear some regret.

Because Jin Heng felt that he should hold a knife in his hand, not a pen.

The system hid in the dark to observe, took notes in a small notebook, and solemnly wrote down a few words upon seeing this. This host is a mad critic.

Jin Heng is not harmless, at least he is not the kind of little white rabbit who can be bullied on the surface. Although he does not seem to have the slightest attack power, he is too scheming, otherwise he would not have used Wen Yan in his previous life to take those people down step by step. Everything was cleaned up, and finally he was able to retreat unscathed.

Do you want to go the old way when you come back to life again?

Of course he has to leave, because Jin Heng found out that in his new life, he still hated those people very, very, very much...

"Patter."

The knocking sound in the toilet finally stopped, the black water-based pen was stuck into the tile, the tip snapped off, and was thrown into the corner.

At the gate of No. 6 Middle School, there are often gangsters, some who pick up girls, and some who extort protection money. If no one covers them, they will become targets of bullying, forming a miniature society. After the bell rang for evening self-study, many students came out one after another, planning to buy something to eat.

The night in midsummer is sweltering, the streets are bustling with hawkers, there are fights in the dark alleys, and there are flies and insects flying around under the street lamps. It is noisy and lively, dirty and presumptuous.

There was a group of people at the gate of No. 6 Middle School today. The boy at the head stood by the side of the road, with the thin and slender figure unique to teenagers, with a cigarette in his bony hand, and a blue and white vocational college uniform jacket on his shoulders. With ear studs and tattoos on the back of his hands, he doesn't look good.

As the smoke dissipated, the boy's fuzzy eyebrows and eyes became clear, sharp and distinct, definitely not gentle, but some girls around might as well look at it frequently and discuss in a low voice.

"Look, it's Wenyan."

"What is he doing here? It's not about fighting, is it?"

"Eighty percent of them are fighting. If they don't fight one day, stay away later."

A few days ago, Luo Ming and Wen Yan from No. 6 Middle School had a conflict. They didn't know the reason. Anyway, in this place, delinquent boys don't need a reason to fight.

Wen Yan came to find a place, his only patience was one cigarette, and before he could wait for anyone, he flicked the cigarette butt at the foot of one of the No. 6 middle school students, splashing sparks in all directions.

Wen Yan's eyes were black and white, and he didn't look like a good person. He raised his eyes and asked, "Do you know Luo Ming?"

There was no emotion in the voice, but after listening to it, it made people's backs run cold and their scalps tingle.

Jin Heng lowered his eyes,

He glanced at the half-extinguished cigarette butts at his feet, then at the group of bullies from other schools gathered in front of him, and finally his eyes fell on Wen Yan, inch by inch, as if trying to see through his heart.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the gangsters flicked another cigarette butt over, this time hitting him directly on the shoulder, "What an idiot, can you hear me?"

Jin Heng didn't move, letting the cigarette butts fall to his feet, he raised his head, his facial features were exposed under the streetlight, he looked very clean, and even cleaner under the background of the night, but his eyes had a kind of evil look, Unable to hear the emotion, he said two words, "I know."

Wen Yan stared at him, his facial features were sharp, and his voice was lazy, "Call him out."

Jin Heng "Not familiar."

Because there is no expression on his face, he looks a little pulled.

Wen Yan squinted his eyes, because he was not in a good mood, he grabbed Jin Heng's collar and pulled him in front of him. The skirt was full of smoke smell, and asked with a sneer, "Do you want to be beaten?"

It looks too cruel.

So much so that no one knows that Wen Yan likes men, and he is still a pure zero. There is a huge difference between the perverse and rebellious appearance on the outside, and the appearance of being fucked and crying with red eyes on the bed.

Jin Heng didn't know it before, but he knew it later.

Jin Heng glanced at his hand clutching his collar, the joints were distinct, and because of the angle, he couldn't see what was tattooed on the back of his hand. After a while, he smiled, "I said, I'm not familiar with it."

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows, "What's unfamiliar?"

Jin Heng "I'm not familiar with him."

I am very familiar with you... , please keep in mind:,