The yandere boy is so scheming

The blacklist was so dark that Jiang Tingsi walked through it as if he had walked through it thousands of times.

The soft footsteps became more and more urgent.

There was a dull breathing sound in the narrow alley.

too dark.

She could no longer see the person in front of her.

My palms were so nervous that they were sweating.

You can still vaguely hear the urging sounds of car owners on the road honking their horns.

The fear in her heart had risen to the top, and she opened her hands and kept groping in the darkness.

Her voice was trembling, with a hint of crying: "Jiang Tingsi, where are you?"

They have followed us this far, and now we are neither advancing nor retreating.

Just when she was about to collapse and cry, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up in front of her, dispersing the night that wanted to swallow up the last ray of light.

Shen Sichun narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

After her eyes slowly adjusted, she could clearly see the face of the boy opposite.

He held up his phone and chuckled, "How dare you follow me in if you're afraid of the dark."

Shen Sichun's eyes turned red and he felt a little aggrieved: "Who told you to walk so fast?"

Jiang Tingsi approached and reached out to grab the girl's wrist.

His fingertips were cold, like a cold drink with ice on a summer day.

Shen Sichun shrank slightly.

Jiang Tingsi didn't say anything more, but just pulled her upstairs.

There was a figure moving faintly in the corner of the stairs, and he was humming a song to a tune that was too high for anyone to recognize.

There was a strong smell of urine in the air, and the stench was overwhelming.

There was also the sound of flowing water.

He's peeing!

Shen Sichun frowned fiercely, and a row of black lines crossed his forehead.

Contempt in my heart.

Very unqualified.

"Close your eyes."

The boy's voice echoed a little in the corridor, along with the dull sound of footsteps.

The next second, her eyes were covered by a pair of hands.

The girl's lips were slightly open, taking small sips to breathe in the only bit of fresh air snatched away from the stench and unpleasant smell.

The girl's face was too small, and his palm almost partially covered the girl's nose.

Warm breath sprayed on Jiang Tingsi's palm, moistly condensing into water vapor.

Jiang Tingsi's breath was suffocated, and his chest felt a little tight.

When passing by that person, he just turned his head to look at the two of them and continued humming.

Jiang Tingsi didn't let go until he couldn't see that person at all.

This is the fifth floor.

Jiang Tingsi's fingertips touched the voice-activated switch on the wall of the corridor, and an extremely dim light turned on above his head.

It kept flashing and sizzling.

Flickering.

The bottom of the bulb was covered with black stains, a dense mass.

It is the corpses and feces of insects and the solid tungsten that is sublimated and attached to the inner wall.

Shen Sichun looked at Jiang Tingsi, his face looked a little pale under the dim light.

Hesitant to speak.

"Come in and sit."

Clear and gentle sound quality, magnetic and beautiful.

The door is covered with small advertisements for lock replacement and sewer opening, layer after layer, and the original appearance of the door is almost invisible.

The peephole was completely broken and was only blocked with a piece of waste paper to prevent prying eyes.

Jiang Tingsi dug his long finger into the cat's eye, and several keys were hung on his index finger.

The collision of metal made a crisp sound.

Then there was the clicking sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole and turning, and there was a strange aura in the quiet environment.

"Bata--"

The door opened in response, and a musty smell hit my face.

There is a pot of green plants sitting on the shoe cabinet at the door. It has withered because no one has taken care of it. The dry leaves have curled up and turned completely brown.

It exuded a strong musty smell and was crumbling.

Jiang Tingsi quickly tidied up the sofa and quickly put Jiang Liguo's miscellaneous clothes on the sofa into the room.

"It's too dirty. You can sit on the sofa."

Shen Sichun didn't mind, "It's okay, I'm not afraid of getting dirty."

Go directly to the sofa and sit down.

Jiang Tingsi smiled apologetically: "There is no clean water here, so I won't give you water."

Shen Sichun smiled slightly, "I came with you myself, so don't treat me as a guest."

The gentle curve at the corner of the girl's mouth was so beautiful in the boy's eyes.

Such a scene was probably something he had never seen in his life, and he would never forget it.

When everyone knew that his father was an unrepentant gambler and saw that his family was so dilapidated and impoverished, they were either alienated or despised.

But she didn't.

The sour and swollen mood is like picking up cotton soaked in water and still dripping water.

Jiang Tingsi's eyes were slightly averted, a little hesitant, "I'll clean up the room."

Shen Sichun nodded and began to look around.

The white walls were tinged with yellow, and there were several long cracks on the ceiling, with meandering traces of water leaking from them, spreading to the corners of the walls.

Several pieces of the wall have peeled off, and there are still several deep hollows with rotten moss attached to them.

There were scratches and footprints everywhere.

The coffee table in front of him was piled with eaten instant noodle boxes, with leftover soup left inside and growing moldy.

The ashtray was filled with low-quality cigarette butts, and the empty beer cans on the table shriveled up.

Shen Sichun could not imagine that such a clean and handsome young man could grow up in such a suffocating environment.

I often complain to my parents, saying that the living conditions are poor and not as good as other families, but I don't know that some people are still looking up at the stars even if they live in the gutter.

I really don't know the blessing when I am in the blessing.

Soon, Jiang Tingsi cleaned the room hastily, making it much cleaner than before.

He sat side by side with her on the sofa, keeping a distance that was neither unfamiliar nor offensive.

There was a long silence after that. Shen Sichun couldn't bear the suffocating silence and was the first to break the silence, "Senior Jiang, you don't usually live here."

Jiang Tingsi's fingers on the sofa sank, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Well, we all live on campus, and we will rent a house outside during the holidays."

As soon as the conversation started, the two started chatting.

. . . . . . .

With a "bang---" sound, the door was kicked hard from the outside.

The already worn-out door could barely withstand the pressure and kept creaking.

A man's angry voice came from outside the door, "You bastard little brat! How dare you lie to me? Open the door for me!"

As rough as an old ox.

He kicked his feet more and more, and the loud noise made the neighbors dissatisfied. He opened the door with curses and saw Jiang Liguo, shook his head and closed the door again.

He is a master who is not easy to mess with.

Unreasonable to bossy, as fierce as a jealous wife.

Shen Sichun frowned tightly and looked at Jiang Tingsi with some concern.

"Will he hit you?"

Jiang Tingsi stood up calmly, as if he had expected it. His voice was still as gentle as water amidst the noisy yelling, "When the door is opened, stand far away. Don't come close, he will hurt you."

At this time, Shen Sichun naturally would not cause trouble for him and nodded in agreement.

But the frown between his eyebrows became tighter.

As soon as Jiang Tingsi opened the door, Jiang Liguo kicked the door empty.

He stumbled onto the concrete floor, and the bag in his hand fell to the ground, raising a layer of dust.

He cried out in pain: "Hey, you son of a bitch, a heartless white-eyed wolf, I raised you so much, and now you dare to beat me."

Jiang Tingsi looked down at him indifferently, with no warmth in his eyes.

The words that came out of his mouth seemed to have been tempered, "You raised me? You ignored me, kicked and punched me when I was seven years old, and now you tell me that you raised me this big?"

Jiang Tingsi squeaked coldly, scarlet oozed from his gloomy eyes, "Who gave you the face?"

Jiang Liguo felt like he was stuck in the throat after being exposed to the fact.

I couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

He took a sip of phlegm and became furious. He jumped up and threw his schoolbag on Jiang Tingsi.

The metal buckle hit the boy's fingers with distinct phalanges, and the severe pain made him groan.

"You still dare to fucking talk back, I shouldn't have given birth to you, you damn bastard."

Jiang Liguo's curses became more and more vicious, and spittle flew everywhere.

"Where's the money? Take it out. You must have hidden it in the room."

He pushed Jiang Tingsi away and walked into the room, placing his rubber boots on his calf.

His back hit the shoe cabinet behind him, and there was a muffled sound like the cement bag falling to the ground. The green plants fell straight to the ground, and the porcelain basin fell into pieces in an instant, and black soil splashed everywhere.

Shen Sichun's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly went to check on Jiang Tingsi's condition.

"How are you, does it matter?"

Jiang Tingsi smiled bitterly, "I'm fine, don't come over."

With his calf still in severe pain, Jiang Tingsi took away Shen Sichun's hand and pushed her towards the door, "You go home first, I don't want you to see me in such a mess."

There was a flash of pain in his eyes, and there was a broken light in his pupils, overflowing with a little helplessness.

Shen Sichun's breathing was slightly stagnant.

He looked at the girl deeply, turned around and walked into the room.

Shen Sichun's steps towards the door frame seemed to have taken root, making him unable to move.

"dad!"

"Have you had enough? Stop forcing me, please---"

Jiang Tingsi's hoarse crying voice came from behind, sad and desperate.

Jiang Liguo seemed to be in a daze and turned a deaf ear. He only muttered, "Money, I want money. I have hidden it. You must have hidden it."

Jiang Tingsi's chest heaved up and down, and his nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms, causing bleeding. The sticky touch was mixed with the smell of blood.

As if he was out of control, he went up and grabbed Jiang Liguo's collar with one hand, pushing him against the wall.

Jiang Liguo looked at his son who was already much taller than him in fear, still feeling fearful in his heart.

"Jiang Liguo, I don't owe you anything, why do you treat me like this?"

Jiang Tingsi trembled all over, and a line of clear tears slid down like broken pearls. The young man's pale face looked like an illusion about to be broken.

Because he had not taken care of himself for many years, Jiang Liguo's body already smelled bad, as if he had just crawled out of a garbage dump.

He was unshaven, unkempt, with yellow teeth, and the wrinkles on his face were like dead and shriveled old tree bark.

It was completely impossible to tell that he was only in his forties.

Jiang Liguo remained unmoved and said shamelessly: "You see clearly, I am your father! I am the one who gave you life. What's wrong with you giving me some money when you grow up? That's what you should do, your obligation!"

To say he is a cold-blooded animal without emotions is an understatement.

Jiang Tingsi felt cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. A bucket of ice water poured down from his head, and it was cold from head to sole.

When he spoke again, his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear it, "Jiang Liguo, have you ever regarded me as your son?"

Or the machine where you withdraw money?

Jiang Liguo paused for a moment and looked into Jiang Tingsi's cold and desperate eyes, which seemed to contain some hope.

His chapped lips formed a wide arc, almost opening his face, revealing his black and yellow teeth, "Give me the money, and you will still be my good son."

The last glimmer of light in Jiang Tingsi's eyes dimmed little by little, and finally returned to deathly silence.

He slowly let go of the hand holding Jiang Liguo's collar and took a step back.

Jiang Liguo's cloudy eyes rolled, faintly gleaming with excitement.

"You won't get a cent of the money."

"I'm not your son either."

Jiang Tingsi said expressionlessly.

Jiang Liguo was shocked and couldn't believe his ears.

His angry face suddenly twisted, his bloodshot eyes stared like bells, his teeth clenched, and his whole person was as terrifying as a devil.

"Okay, let's sever the relationship between father and son, right? Now that your wings are strong, don't regret it!"

He smashed things in the room, no different from a rampaging lion.

When Jiang Liguo came out angrily, he happened to see Shen Sichun standing at the door.

"Unlucky bastard, why don't you die?"

A wave of bad breath rushed from his stomach to his forehead. He picked up the ashtray on the table and threw it at her.

"Shen Sichun-----" Jiang Tingsi shouted.

Just as he was about to pounce, a figure was faster than him.

Shen Sichun had no time to react. Just when she was about to endure the severe pain, a broad and firm chest protected her in his arms.