If you recall all this carefully, probably the beginning of all the troubles began after I broke up with that deadly girl.

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Maybe all good and bad things are forbidden. That day I came out of my house and forgot to wash my face. As a result, before I could get the various archives and documents that had been dismissed by the school, I had already added a small note in my hand, and the note was very simple.

"Come out in the afternoon."

When I held the note, my heart beat faster, but it was not hot. I naturally know what the note I got at this time meant.

This is an ordinary afternoon. In the hot summer, ants crawl under the flowers, and there is no cloud in the sky. The occasional wind blowing is also warm, with a choking smell of dust, which makes people forget that the city is actually by the sea.

The only difference from the past is probably that this is the last day we can stay in this middle school. After today, many people may not be able to come back as students here - except those who are not satisfied with their test scores and are crazy about to reread.

This is the education system of the Democratic Republic of Dahanzhong. After six years of primary school education and three years of junior high school education, the country no longer affords the higher school education costs, and most students with poor grades have to pay for it individually. So in fact, there are many people who are crazy about being crazy about taking the exam. These lunatics all know that without a good education, it is too difficult to find a good job in this country with a large population, so they would rather waste their lives and money and choose a chance to retake.

Of course, for me who has finished the exam, these questions are no longer problems. Now my questions mainly come from the person I asked me out.

There is no doubt that the person who can call me out of the classroom in such a ghost weather must have something extraordinary. The person in front of me has a little extraordinary. Compared with girls of the same age, her face is more beautiful, her skin is fairer, her figure is more plump, and even her long hair is more shiny and smoother than ordinary girls. In short, this is an absolute little beauty with a pride and confidence on her face and a lot of hobbies like dog shit in her heart. No matter where she stands, she is the focus of our boys' eyes, and even the center of the world of all boys of this age.

For such a person, if he is a stranger, I can pretend to be gentle, or even pretend to be a gesture, and make things like graceful demeanor for women to be crazy. But this person and I are very familiar with me. As the saying goes, distance creates beauty. Without distance, we are clear about each other's background. I am not in the mood to pretend, so I can only use two hygiene balls to give her.

At the same time, he asked in a disdainful tone: "Have you finished saying everything you want to say?"

Ignoring is the greatest contempt, because I know very well how popular the girl in front of me is, and how proud she is on weekdays. With my current abilities, the biggest harm that can be given to her is probably the trick of despising her personal charm.

I know very well that at this time, the harm to others is the greatest tolerance for myself.

Just as she once said, the most terrifying time of me is often when I am calm. Although my heart is full of strange emotions, at least I can still clearly know what kind of face I should put on for her. This is the greatest wealth that I have brought to me by living alone for many years. I wonder if I have to say thank you for a life full of suffering for this kind of wealth?

There is no need to thank the hard life, thank God, the little beauty in front of me was already speaking with a gloomy face when I didn't think about saying other words.

"You...you...I have nothing to say."

I, who should have shown extreme grief and anger throughout the incident, did not show any emotional fluctuations. I just smiled faintly and waved to the little beauty: "That's it, goodbye, I wish you a happy holiday."

Only I know how difficult it is to control the muscles on my face now.

Damn it! How did this damn smile make my face sore?!

I didn't notice that the little beauty with my fingers tightly clenched into a fist showed her apologetic expression to me again. At the same time, because of her personal charm, she turned her head away with a hint of sorrow and unwillingness.

Before leaving, the little beauty glared at me again with the most fierce look she had ever known me.

"Cen Mengwu, you are such a bastard!"

After accepting such praise, looking at her slender back as she left, I looked up at the flawless blue sky. The shadow of the huge teaching building was cast down, isolating me and the sunshine into two worlds. When the hot wind blew across my face, I could feel the lot of dryness and fatigue involved.

Maybe I shouldn't have considered such nonsense at first? I really deserve it...

Shaking my head, I knew I had more things to pay attention to. At this time, there was no way to vent, and drinking, which was expensive and harmful to my body, was also a luxury for me. Thinking that my classmates had probably dispersed at this moment, I kicked a stone away from my feet alone, turned around and returned to the classroom to get things, and prepared to go home.

Compulsory education is over, and books are useless. But except for the fact that I have turned it around, I kept it as new as I did. How could I sell a few change in the french market? With this money, I can always eat a few beef noodles in the small restaurant downstairs of my house without credit?

Thinking of this, the negative emotions caused by the beauty's departure seemed to be much more indifferent. I quickly walked through the playground and walked into the teaching building from another entrance.

There were no one in the teaching building, and my footsteps were silent in the corridor. I looked up at the huge words "Keep Quiet" hanging on the mountain in the corridor ceiling, and grinned unconsciously.

Actually, I want to cry, but unfortunately I forgot how to cry long ago.

There was no one among the teachers, and there was no value for locking the classroom. I pushed open the classroom door and walked to my desk. When I planned to take away my own things, I found that someone had painted a ridiculous hexagram pattern on the brand new desk that I had changed last year. It was obvious that someone who had just left the school tried to deliberately destroy the school's property in order to revenge on everything he had suffered here.

I just looked down and read the crooked hexagram more, and I couldn't help but want to ridicule the author of this great picture. Although the pattern seemed to be copied from the ancient books in the school library, he obviously forgot that this hexagram, which is said to be able to really summon demons, needs to be matched with corresponding texts, otherwise it wouldn't look like that. The mentality of a person who is a teacher at the beginning came to my heart. I lowered my head and took out what I put in my arms, which was also the most valuable thing on me - a folding knife, and drew a more accurate hexagram next to the ridiculous pattern. By the way, I didn't forget to draw a fancy pattern of the same level as the hexagram.

I believe that when an unlucky student sat in this position in the future, he would be very surprised to see such exquisite knife skills?

It was probably when I was narcissistic that everything happened.

The moment the hexagram was completed, I suddenly felt a top-down impact. It was an experience I had never had before. It seemed that the world around me was trembling and rotating around him, and all things and feelings began to twist. Even everything in front of me began to become blurred due to this distortion. I, who had never had a coma experience, finally understood why people fell on the ground for no reason. I felt that my head had become two completely disconnected parts of my body, and my body became extremely heavy, and was about to fall in a certain direction.

The moment before I fell down, I felt that my mind seemed to be awake again. With this awakening for a few minutes, I tried to fall to the ground instead of giving my head to the edges of the table and chairs.

I have no idea what happened next...

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When I woke up, I found myself standing next to my desk, holding my textbook and schoolbag in one hand - if this level of ragged bag can be considered a schoolbag - and the other hand holds a folding knife.

This situation made people feel a little helpless. I looked down at the things in my hand, and then looked at the two hexagram patterns on the desk. I wanted to scratch my head. However, considering that I seemed to be holding a knife in my hand, this idea was not implemented. When I put away the folding knife, I hesitated for a moment and decided to give up thinking about this issue. I should leave this place that once brought me countless boring memories.

When I walked out of the teaching building, I found that I might have had hallucinations just now. The little beauty Yingying, who had just left before me, was standing at the school gate and talking to a boy who looked handsome, of course, more importantly, was a rich boy. Judging from the time I entered and left the classroom, the messy feeling just now might be really hallucinations.

It's just an illusion, it can't scare me!

Yingying is even more sad than hallucinations. Although I have considered this situation a long time ago, once it is really exposed to myself, my heart will still be filled with blood. Seeing the handsome man who looks very rich and talking to Yingying with a smile, and looking at me intentionally or unintentionally, I felt uncomfortable.

Wealth is the boss, wealth is great, but if you have money, everything is fine, right? I cursed in my heart, but I still had a smile on my face and walked towards the school gate. Damn, I had already been through it just now, so I can't lose my links at this time.

The moment I walked out of the school gate, I felt Yingying's gaze stop on me for a while. It was just a moment. I guess she would still keep her eyes on the handsome guy who seemed rich without hesitation.

Who the hell said that the campus is pure? Isn’t the current campus already synchronized with this society?

Although I had already accelerated my pace, I still heard the boy named Dao Ge deliberately yelling in a voice I could hear: "Isn't it just a poor boy? Just don't just take him seriously..."

My hands clenched again.

Then it let go again.

I told myself: If we don’t have money, we can’t have a temper.

If this was just an ordinary person, maybe I had already rushed over and attacked. But I knew that there was nothing to rely on now that I was different from them. They all had their own relatives and relationships, and could use a lot of power to solve the trouble caused by their young impulse.

I don't have this condition, I can't.

At this time, I can only choose to be tolerant. I comfort myself: As long as his feet have not stepped on my face, what if I pick up a girl who has deceived me with love? What I still eat from my mouth is mine, and what I use from myself is mine. If you are willing to abandon me, it will definitely not be worthy of my rareness.

I am still me, everything is the same. All I have lost is only a period of time, and what I have gained is just memories.

With this idea, I slowly walked back to the direction of home.

The holiday has begun, and studying how to make money is the right way.

Before I got home, I first went to a dilapidated square in the west of the city to convert the old goods market and bargained with an old book dealer who was stationed here. Finally, the textbooks that looked almost brand new were sold in the specifications of "damaged old books". All the textbooks over the past three years sold for almost 80 Hanzhongyuan.

The second peddler with flashing eyes can make a lot of money at first glance, but this is no longer something I care about. Today, I was hit hard by the girl Yingying's graduation and parting. I haven't recovered yet. As long as I can turn the waste in my hand into a universal currency, in this world, I am probably the colorful banknotes I love most now. As for things like beauty, in addition to consuming energy, wealth and physical strength, there is also a sad effect for me. I no longer want to love it.

Of course, if there is a real beauty, I will still consider it.

I can pay back the noodle shop account I owe for ten days recently, and I can buy two more old books to go back. I am quite satisfied with this as the beginning of a holiday. Fortunately, there are novels to read, and the depression brought by the girl is not the main trouble. After I bought three novels about the theme of the Wanderer, I finally gradually faded away.

Nowadays, there are more novels about the theme of the voluntary master, which shows that there are many people who are as empty and lonely as me and who are looking forward to a novel life. The only difference is that most people with this kind of thinking do not have any worries about life, while I am even more miserable.

To put it bluntly, the so-called voluntary master is the name given to him by some strong men who have money and no place to spend. The current era is different from before. In the past era hundreds of years ago or even longer, adventure has always been the wonderful theme of this world. When people gradually become familiar with most of the world, adventure has become something that only rich people will do. In today's world, there is no so-called curiosity. Only there is a group of people who have the strong strength and energy that others do not have, and continue to explore this world.

These people are so-called voluntary men.

Once upon a time, I wanted to be a voluntary, but I would forget about my financial situation. These damn rich people often don’t worry about the source of life and wealth, so they have countless time and energy to hunt for strange stories. I really hate such people, but I also envy them infinitely. I have thought about such days, especially boys like me who are dreamy.

Speaking of wealth, the only thing I am grateful for is that I have a place to hide, which is also the only wealth I left for me when my parents left. Now let me recall the days I lived in my uncle's house before, and I still feel very lucky - I was able to seek legal help when I was a teenager and ended the almost abused life. Although life is hard now, compared to those children who were born without parents and did not know how to use the surrounding conditions to serve me, I am still lucky.

Although the house is not small, there are only two bedrooms, but the geographical location is not satisfactory. It takes about 40 minutes to walk from the school. The larger houses in the house can be exchanged for money, in other words, the family is barely left. I think it is a miracle that I can finish middle school smoothly. But at this moment, I was in conflict after eating the noodles.

Based on the scores, I can enter the high school department of Hefeng College. But seeing the tuition fees of Hefeng College... Fuck, this price will make people ask "Is it still a democratic republican country?"

Studying in a prestigious school means a broader way out, but the cost of studying in a prestigious school is too high.

This problem caused me a headache for more than ten minutes, and then I decided not to think about it and went to bed.

It’s still early, and now I can go to the streets to see the recruitment information that I just posted in the middle of the night. Now that it’s summer vacation, there are too many students working, and if you want to find a job, you have to grab something new.

As usual, I went to the toilet before going to bed. I looked at myself in the mirror, who was almost unkempt, lowered my head and unzipped my pants, and was about to snort, when I suddenly heard a scream.

To be precise, it was the scream of a woman.

The origin of the scream should not exceed the inside and outside of the living room and the bathroom. When I heard a woman screaming, my first reaction was to zip up the zipper. This action almost made me clamp my life... While doing this suicide move, I turned my head left and right to see if it was a female thief who was not open or someone who came to charge sanitation fees was frightened by me.

It would be fine if there were strangers in the corner, but except for myself and the bed, furniture and other things in my house have long disappeared, and it is impossible for anyone to hide. If there were strangers in the corner, I believe that he must be a female ghost.

After looking around in a few corners, I returned to the bathroom and planned to release the water again to thank the world.

Another scream.

Damn it, it's not over yet!

This time, not only was there a scream, but a voice said a few words, all of which were spoken by language that I couldn't understand. The voice was pretty good.

This time I was really out of the way and was angry. I shouted at the mirror: "Fuck! Isn't bullying me uneducated?"

Anger made me ignore one thing.
Chapter completed!