The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

A black car was driving through the traffic at a steady speed towards the campus of Lanzhou University.

Inside the car, a young man dressed in expensive branded clothes was leaning on the back seat and talking on the phone with the person on the other end of the line.

"If you're dead, then you're dead, Qiao Yueqing. There are so many men who have lived good lives. If you throw money from the rooftop, you'll get a handful. When will your love-brain problem be cured?"

"I told you before that the widower surnamed Hong hooked up with you just to get a promotion. He just killed his wife to make room for you, and you think this is true love? How could our Qiao family raise a fool like you!"

Facing his sister who was crying on the other end of the phone, Qiao Yueyang opened the window with a little annoyance and threw away the cigarette butt between his fingers. Finally, he simply hung up the phone and ignored the other party's messy emotional problems.

Just after hanging up the call with his relative, another call came in hurriedly. Qiao Yueyang took a look at the incoming call reminder and answered it.

"Brother Qiao, we haven't been in touch for more than a month, right?" Qiao Yueyang's familiar voice came from the other end of the line.

This was one of his friends from high school.

To be called friends, they were just a group of rich kids who had business connections with the Qiao family.

In high school, they were a group led by Qiao Yueyang. When they went to college, they dispersed because they had less and less contact after that incident.

"Xiao Yang is dead too?" The volume was unintentionally raised in the car. Listening to the voice coming from the other end of the phone, Qiao Yueyang sat up straight.

"Shut up and don't think too much. What does the trouble that Huangmao kid got himself into have to do with us? It's not that thing!" The other party seemed to say something anxiously, but was interrupted by Qiao Yueyang's fierce scolding.

After taking a few deep breaths, Qiao Yueyang tried hard to suppress the anger rising and falling in his chest. While he was comforting the other person, he also seemed to be excusing himself.

"...It's not that incident. You don't know. The yellow-haired kid was fooling around all day. He killed someone by racing his car. I guess he was hated by the other person. This has nothing to do with the previous incident."

Huang Mao's family kept it a secret, and Huang Mao didn't know about this incident until his father asked the Qiao family to borrow money and use their connections to cover up the evidence.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Yueyang opened the car window and tilted his head to enjoy the fresh air. The sweat on his forehead slowly disappeared.

The car slowly stopped at the parking space on the campus road. The driver parked the car and said politely, "Master, we are here."

"Wait for me here." Qiao Yueyang picked up his cell phone, pushed the door and got out of the car. Looking up, the campus was blue sky, white clouds, clear sky and green trees. Everything was a beautiful scene.

The overly bright weather completely suppressed the gloom and fear in his heart that had arisen from a phone call, and he walked towards the football field.

The school organizes physical examinations for students every academic year, and this year is no exception. Students from various majors will be tested one after another according to the plan.

The Qiao family was wealthy and donated several buildings to Lanzhou University, and bought Qiao Yueyang's credits and GPA for four years of university.

Although Qiao Yueyang is not at school most of the time, he is still a student in name after all, and some data entered into the school information system requires him to be present in person.

A week in advance, the counselor reminded him on the phone to show up at the physical examination site. He didn't need to actually do a series of tests or run a thousand meters, but at least he had to be there and use his student card to scan his face to clock in.

Holding his student card in his hand, Qiao Yueyang walked slowly in the aisle.

Whistles sounded one after another on the football field, and wave after wave of students lined up to wait for the test under the command of their teachers.

There were a lot of people gathered around the track. In addition to various competitions organized by the campus, the largest number of students gathered here during physical examinations.

A distance of one thousand meters was nothing to Qin Jue. After several laps, his breath did not change.

"What are you looking at?" Xu Huang patted his friend on the shoulder and saw that he was looking at something in one place. He followed his line of sight and saw only some girls walking in twos and threes.

"It's okay." Qin Jue withdrew his gaze. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but during this period of time, he always had a vague feeling that someone was watching him.

Xu Huang was also trained in the playground. After running down without any hurry, he joked with Qin Jue while looking at the pairs of young lovers under the small flower umbrellas on the green lawn. They laughed and talked about the frequent topics on the message wall recently about boys looking for umbrella partners.

The sunlight was somewhat dazzling. Qin Jue squinted his eyes and scanned the couples walking in the inner circle of the runway.

When Qin Jue saw the closest couple, the girl was whispering as she handed the pink umbrella to her boyfriend, he was silent for a while, then retracted his gaze and said:

"I have an umbrella too." The black umbrella my wife gave me is a prop. Isn't it more useful than these fancy parasols?

"Brother, we're talking about the object. Are you just looking at the umbrella?" Xu Huang patted Qin Jue's shoulder, speechless for a while, went to the vending machine, bought two bottles of sports drink, and handed one over.

He talked for a long time, but his friend just stared at other people's umbrellas and compared them?

"Object, I have one too." Qin Jue took the misty ice water, unscrewed the cap and said in a low voice.

Although... it seems like the other party hasn't agreed yet... but I've done it... so it should count, right?

He must be responsible!

But when the sun rose, the other party pushed him away so decisively...

Are you angry? Dissatisfied? Or do you dislike his lack of experience?

He could practice more.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Qin Jue was anxious and wanted to ask the other party, but in the real world, calls to the system usually would not be returned. Separated by the space wall, he had no chance to ask anything he wanted to ask.

Xu Huang opened the water and drank it. All he could hear was the sound of himself swallowing loudly. His friend's words were unclear in his ears. He put down the bottle, rubbed his ears and asked.

"what did you just say?"

“…Nothing.” Qin Jue paused and said nothing more. He turned around and saw a figure walking towards him from a distance. Just as he was about to take Xu Huang to take a detour, he was stopped.

"Qin Jue! Classmate Qin." Lin Wan held the water in her hand and trotted over regardless of everyone's gaze.

Xu Huang turned around when he heard the voice, and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling when he saw Lin Wan running towards him. However, there were so many people on the football field, and it was not convenient for him to say anything too harsh, otherwise it would seem like they were bullying girls.

"No, you are just waiting for us?" He encounters this situation eight hundred times a day. With this kind of perseverance, isn't it better to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination in advance than to chase after them?

"Student Xu, I didn't, I just happened to see you there. It's hot today, and you just finished running a thousand meters. I thought you must be thirsty, so I bought some water." Lin Wan naturally knew that these two people didn't like her, but after looking around, among the people she knew on campus, only these two were relatively reliable in the playground.

She didn't know when the game would pull her into the dungeon again, but if she was bound to a team, she would be protected by two people and her chances of survival would be greater.

She really doesn't want to die.