The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

Why should I appear in front of him and get in his way?

Those things that make him irritated should disappear and should be destroyed by him!

"I don't know what you are talking about. I am my parents' biological son. There is no such thing as robbing the Qiao family's property as you said. Everything in the past still exists. Qiao Yueyang, our grievances are not over yet."

Song Chenfeng didn't fully understand what Qiao Yueyang said.

He did know about the funding project the other party was talking about. Because they had experienced earthquakes and floods, the Song family had to move twice and suffered heavy losses from the disasters, which made his family financially very tight.

This public welfare student aid project was recommended to him by his class teacher at the time, and he did receive the funding. During a leadership inspection near the end of the semester, he went on stage to express his gratitude to the sponsor on behalf of the outstanding students and beneficiaries.

Later, he learned from Curly, a member of the four-member gang, that the gentleman in a suit and tie was Qiao Yueyang's uncle.

Even the financial aid he received was donated by the Qiao family. Song Chenfeng became even more pessimistic and completely lost the motivation to break free. He endured it and spent three long years in high school.

After the college entrance examination, the scholarship expired. He did not want to have any more involvement with the Qiao family, so he did not submit further applications for funding during college.

These things only occupied a small part of the time when he was bullied by Qiao Yueyang. He did not make too many associations with them, nor did he understand the hidden meaning behind them.

Regardless of the reasons, the injuries and attacks he had suffered were bloody and could not be erased by his death.

His wronged soul is still there, those memories are still there, and Qiao Yueyang needs to pay the price for his actions.

"It doesn't matter. Do whatever you want. Anyway, from the moment I was dragged into the game, my life is no longer in my own control, right?" Qiao Yueyang shrugged resignedly, hiding the fear in his pupils, and pretended to be relaxed while tilting his head to adjust his collar.

"Why don't I understand something?" A man and a ghost confronted each other. On the side where the firelight was reflected, the other three players became the background.

"Don't sleep. Do you understand what the last name Qiao means? What does this have to do with his father?"

After waiting for rounds and rounds, the tension and guilt and regret that had been brewing had already been mostly dissipated. Fang Siran was drowsy and was woken up by Xu Huang, who was busy eating watermelon beside him.

"Ah?" Fang Siran yawned, looking confused.

"The situation of the Qiao family is a bit complicated. Mr. Qiao has two sons. The biological son Qiao Rencheng takes over the company, and the adopted son Qiao Yizhong inherits part of the company's shares. Qiao Yueyang's father is the adopted son. Because his brother's youngest son disappeared many years ago, Qiao's father intended to adopt Qiao Yueyang under the name of his uncle Qiao Rencheng as the heir to take over the company's affairs."

The voice that suddenly sounded beside him seemed a little out of place in this game. Xu Huang turned his head and found that a boy in school uniform had appeared beside Qin Jue.

He looked closely and found that it was the same model face from before!

"...You, you are the one from the last instance... that one..." It was the first time they met up close, and Xu Huang was a little incoherent. Not only because of the other party's identity and his elusive manner, but also...

His eyes moved back and forth between the two people who were in close and intimate postures, and he could see that this man had a special relationship with his good brother.

The point is, Qin Jue, why are you blushing in front of me?

You Mu lay on Qin Jue's shoulder and smiled at the two people who were looking over, then pointed behind them.

Fang Siran followed the instructions and looked back. At some point, the dark scene behind him changed. The walls around him emerged, and outside the window, the red fog dissipated, and the light rose little by little.

"It's... dawn." He suddenly came back to his senses and saw the burning bonfire in front of him. Cat Head, Qiao Yueyang, Song Chenfeng and Song Wanyu were nowhere to be seen.

Even the person who had just smiled at Yan Yanyan and the player named Qin Jue were gone.

"Xu Huang! Xu Huang!" Fang Siran hurriedly shook Xu Huang, who had a confused and silly smile on his face, asking him to look at everything around him which was gradually becoming clearer.

"Ah? What!" Xu Huang was immersed in the frustration that his brother found a partner before him, when he was suddenly awakened. He blinked and saw that it was dawn.

[Congratulations to the player for clearing the level. The reward has been issued. Please check it in time. 】

A mechanical sound came out to remind the two stunned people. Xu Huang came back to his senses and felt that he was lucky to have survived to the end again. He opened his backpack excitedly to draw the cards for this time.

While doing this, he did not forget to remind Fang Siran who was standing beside him.

[Delete Key!!! (Gold Card): There is no regret medicine in the world, but the system 8888 has a chance for players to re-select. If you have doubts about the decision you made, please shout the number 8888 and use the delete key to erase your name from the list. You can get rid of your identity as a player and become a normal person again.]

It was the first time Fang Siran drew such a card. He was not sure about the level of the card, but when he saw the content described on it, he felt a distinct sense of joy.

She thought she was going to die, but accidentally managed to get through the danger safely.

This copy, rather than being a dead end, was more like providing her with a temporary safe haven and hiding place, allowing her to vent all the accumulated pressure.

In fact, after I just came here and cried for a while, the feeling of a huge rock blocking my chest mostly dissipated with the flow of tears.

She tried to allow herself to face death, but was discouraged by the anticipated pain.

She didn't want to die. If she could live, who would be willing to die?

Before, she was too pessimistic. After listening to what Lin Wan and others had said, Fang Siran felt somewhat self-involved.

Death is the last thing worth dying for.