Chapter 122 This host is crazy

Some people's eighteen years are shining, some people's eighteen years are dull, and some people are buried by the past before they have the chance to experience eighteen years, 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. It was like two strands of rope that were twisted together by mistake, tied into a knot for a short time, and then were forcibly pulled apart again, and one end of the rope was tied to the other.Left, one head to the right, and now they part ways.

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

In the year he graduated from high school, Jin Heng was admitted to the best university in the province, while Wen Yan, a bad boy, went to jail for negligent injury. One of them was in the center of a bustling city, and the other was in a cold iron fence. There was really nothing wrong with them.The need for intersection.

There really isn’t…

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 bright, and his public appearance was enough to outweigh the filthiness of his youth.memories.

After all, who could imagine that the person standing at the top of the pyramid today was just a poor guy who was bullied by bad boys in high school to the point where he didn't even dare to say a word.

His father who ran away due to debts, his mother who died of an early illness, and an empty and humble rental house filled with the words poverty and misfortune were all Jin Heng had when he was in school. At one time he couldn't even pay the tuition.Starting from the beginning, he eventually became the target of bullying by everyone in the class.

If you ask your classmates now and mention the word "Jin Heng", they will probably have a vague memory and say, "Oh, that's the little brother who was surrounded by Wen Yan."

This bad boy's reputation is obviously much greater than that of Jin Heng.

At the same school age, the most common thing others did was skip classes and smoke, but he had been sent to juvenile detention centers several times for getting into fights, each time ending in blood. Although he was the most brazen and wanton as a teenager, he was obviously "perverse and wanton".Too much, the kind that makes someone's heart tremble when someone mentions his name.

Wen Yan and Jin Heng are not in the same school, so it's hard to argue with them.This bad boy from another school happened to protect Jin Heng.

As we all know, those who bullied Jin Heng were all tortured miserably by Wen Yan——

This is obvious.

There are more secret things that are not known to the public. For example, all the money for Jin Heng to go to high school and college came from Wen Yan, a gangster. For example, Wen Yan and Jin Heng were together. For example, Wen Yan accidentally hurt someone because ofJin 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 into a tight knot, and were finally torn apart.

When Jin Heng was thirty-five years old, he died of illness in the hospital. He had too many worries and too many things on his mind. In addition, he desperately wanted to get ahead, and the life-threatening social work he had done when he was young had seriously exhausted his body.

Jin Heng already had a lot of wealth at that time, but when he died, he still felt that his hands were empty, he had nothing to hold on to, and he was unable to hold on to anything.

There is no reason, most 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. It found a gap in Jin Heng's lifeline and passed through that place.

The gears of time slowly turn back and everything restarts.

At noon, the sun is dazzling, and the sunlight slants through the gaps between the branches and leaves, forming light spots of different sizes, with the unique dryness of midsummer, making people feel drowsy.The teacher was talking non-stop about this year's key questions in front of the blackboard. His hoarse voice was mixed with the non-stop chirping of cicadas outside, like a mess. The pointer struck suddenly and made a muffled sound on the desk, which was frightening.Many people woke up.

The bell rang at the right time, with a shrill tinkling sound. Now all the students who had not woken up also woke up one after another. The teacher put the lesson plan under his arm and gave a lot of leisurely instructions, killing the few remaining words.During the break, he slowly left.

"Fuck you, you're grinding."

I don't know who suddenly cursed, and like a drop of water falling into a pan of oil, the originally quiet classroom suddenly boiled, books flying everywhere, mixed with all kinds of curses that were hard to hear.

In the last row of the classroom, near the trash can, sat a young man in school uniform. He lay quietly on the table, motionless as if he was asleep, until there was a loud and noisy sound in his ears, and then he moved with difficulty.He moved his fingertips and slowly opened his heavy eyelids.

Jin Heng felt that his head was about to explode. He frowned and closed his eyes, running his fingers through his hair, and then clenched it tightly. The pain that was almost tearing off the flesh finally made his chaotic mind clear up a little.

Classroom...desk...blackboard...

The surrounding environment came into view, like opening a long-dusted memory box. For Jin Heng, it was familiar to his bones. He slowly opened the book at hand. When he saw the name of the class on the title page, his pupils suddenly shrank.His expression was horrified to a strange level.

Sophomore in high school, how is that possible?

How can it be……

Jin Heng suddenly trembled nervously. He slowly raised his eyes, and his dark eyes scanned the familiar or unfamiliar faces around him. His whole person fell at the junction of sunlight and darkness, and was abruptly divided intoTwo halves.

Hate, horror.

Cold and timid.

All kinds of contradictory and extreme emotions appeared in a person's body. It was not until a tall boy with permed red hair came over, grabbed Jin Heng's collar, and lifted him up from his position that they broke.his thoughts.

Jiang Shaolong is the tallest and strongest boy in the class. He still has a few pimples on his face due to puberty. He is considered the number one person in this small school. He grabbed Jin Heng by the collar and kicked the chair away with a crash.He dragged the person out of the classroom like a chicken, and several of the followers behind him also walked out laughing, and the chairs fell to the ground with a thud.

Everything in the classroom was as usual, noisy and noisy. It seemed that no one had seen the scene just now, even though the sound of the chair falling to the ground was so jarring.

Jin Heng has been bullied by Jiang Shaolong since the first year of high school. The nightmare three years can never be separated from the handwriting of the man 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 is hidden deep in the soul. With just a little provocation, it will come out like a beast.

Jin Heng was breathing heavily and was in a trance. He was trapped in some kind of nightmare and couldn't extricate himself. He seemed to want to struggle to get out, but he was suppressed by an inexplicable fear, so that his hands and feet were stiff, and his blood was so cold that even his blood began to coagulate..

Jiang Shaolong dragged him into the men's room and pushed him hard against the door, making a muffled sound: "Fuck your mother, you dare to sue the teacher. I'll give you a fucking face, won't I?"

He slapped Jin Heng across the face, and felt angry, so he kicked him in the stomach. He was very tall for his age and was very oppressive, so he hit him with a lot of force.

Several followers stood guard at the door in case the dean of students suddenly attacked.

Jin Heng held his stomach and was struck speechless by the pain that came one after another. There was a buzzing in his ears, and the side of his face was so painful that it felt like needles pricking him. Before he could recover, he was pressed against the door panel: "LongHe is as paralyzed as a girl. I heard that your mother is a chicken, is it true or false?"

He made it clear that he was deliberately insulting, and everyone knew that Jin Heng's mother died of stomach cancer.

Teenage love doesn't need a reason, hate doesn't need a reason, bullying doesn't need a reason, weakness is the original sin.

Jiang Shaolong's bullying this time had a rare reason: "If you get too close to Tang Guo again, I will kill you!"

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

The bell rang during recess. Jiang Shaolong finally gave up and took the remaining twenty dollars from Jin Heng. He walked out of the bathroom. The crowded classroom corridor suddenly became empty and quiet.

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

On the third drop, Jin Heng stood up unsteadily. He was very thin but very tall. However, he was inevitably at a disadvantage in front of Jiang Shaolong's overly strong body.

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

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

He returned to this place again...

Back to this place again...

Jin Heng had a black pen in his hand. He pressed down the cap of the pen and knocked it against the edge of the pool. It looked weird and creepy in the empty toilet.

He raised his head with a sick look on his face, closed his eyes and sighed, a bit of regret could be heard.

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

The system hid in the dark and observed, taking notes in a small notebook. Upon seeing this, he solemnly wrote a few words: This host is crazy.

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 any offensive power, he is too scheming, otherwise he would not have used Wen Yan in his previous life to take down those people step by step.Everything was sorted out, and I was able to escape unscathed in the end.

In this new life, do you want to follow the same old path?

Of course he had to leave, because Jin Heng discovered that in his next life, he still hated those people very, very, very much...

"Crack."

The knocking sound in the toilet finally stopped. The black water-based pen penetrated into the tiles, the tip of the pen broke suddenly and was thrown into the corner.

There are often gangsters gathering at the entrance of No. 6 Middle School, some trying to pick up girls, and some extorting protection money. If no one is there to protect them, they will become the 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 weather is sultry in the midsummer nights, the streets are bustling with people, vendors are shouting, people are fighting in the dark alleys, and flies are flying around under the street lights. It is noisy, lively, dirty and wanton.

There was a group of people at the gate of No. 6 Middle School today. The boy headed by him was standing on the roadside. He had a slim figure unique to a young man. He held a cigarette in his bony hands. His blue and white vocational high school uniform jacket was draped over his shoulders.He wears stud earrings and has tattoos on the back of his hands. He doesn't look like a good person.

As the smoke dissipated, the boy's blurred eyebrows became clearer. They were sharp and distinct, definitely not gentle, but some girls around him looked over and started talking in low voices.

"Look, it's Wen Yan."

"What is he here for? Isn't he going to fight?"

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

A few days ago, Luo Ming and Wen Yan from the Sixth Middle School had a conflict. I don't know the reason. Anyway, in this place, bad boys don't need a reason to fight. If you don't like it, they can knock you to the ground and beat them up.

Wen Yan came here to make a scene. He only had one cigarette to endure. After finishing the cigarette, before anyone could see him, he flicked the cigarette butt and hit it at the feet of one of the sixth middle school students, causing sparks to scatter in all directions.

Wen Yan's eyes were dark and white, and he looked unkind. He raised his eyes and asked, "Do you know Luo Ming?"

There was no emotion in the voice, but hearing it made people feel chills on the back and numb on the scalp.

Jin Heng lowered his eyes, glanced at the half-extinguished cigarette butts at his feet, then looked at the group of foreign school gangsters gathered in front of him, and finally his eyes fell on Wen Yan, inch by inch, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

When the gangsters saw that he was silent, they didn't know who it was, and flicked a cigarette butt over, this time hitting him directly on the shoulder: "What an idiot, can't you hear me?"

Jin Heng didn't move, letting the cigarette butt fall at his feet. He raised his head, and his facial features were exposed under the street lamp. He was very clean, and even cleaner against the backdrop of the night, but his eyes had a kind of evil spirit.He said two words without audible emotion: "We know each other."

Wen Yan stared at him, with sharp facial features and a lazy voice: "Call him out."

Jin Heng: "Not familiar."

Because there is no expression on his face, he looks a bit awkward.

Wen Yan narrowed his eyes, and because he was in a worried mood, he directly grabbed Jin Heng's collar and pulled him in front of him. His clothes were full of the smell of cigarette smoke and asked with a sneer: "Do you want to be beaten?"

Looks too cruel.

So much so that no one knew that Wen Yan liked men, and he was still a pure person. The way he behaved outside was completely different from the way he looked in bed with his eyes red and crying while being fucked.

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

Jin Heng glanced at his hand that was holding his collar. The joints were clear. Due to the angle, he couldn't see clearly what was tattooed on the back of his hand. After a moment, he actually smiled and said, "I told you, 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...