After the replacement of the military officer, the soft stepmother won

At the same time, in a corner of the bustling city, Song Shitou was dragging his leg, which was lame due to an accident, walking on the bustling streets with a frustrated look on his face.

There are tall buildings and busy traffic on the streets, but all this prosperity has nothing to do with him.

He is like a rat living in a dark sewer, destined to go against the hustle and bustle of the world.

After the results of this year's college entrance examination were announced, he failed again. This is his second time failing the college entrance examination.

In the last college entrance examination, he was only fifteen points away from the first-tier line.

But he had obviously tried his best.

But the reality is so cruel. No matter how hard you try, it is difficult to get high scores in areas with backward educational resources.

He was unwilling to give up and firmly believed that if he had another chance he would be able to get into a good school.

There are many opportunities to make money in big cities. In order to support his studies, he came to the big city, worked three jobs a day, and could only sleep four hours a day.

This was the only way to support myself in my studies, and I rented a small, cramped house in a village in the city.

The room was dark, damp, and filled with a musty smell. It didn't even have a few decent pieces of furniture. The rent was two hundred yuan a month.

The monthly rent seemed like an astronomical figure to him and became a heavy burden on his mind.

Because of his leg disability, many stores were unwilling to hire him. In order to find a suitable job, he begged people everywhere and finally found a job as a courier.

He had finally saved enough for this month's rent, but next month's living expenses were also a problem.

When he thought of these things, he couldn't help but sigh, and his face was filled with gloom.

He limped into the alley, and after crossing the alley and turning a few streets, he arrived at the urban village, the poorest and most desolate place in the city.

"Hey, isn't this squad leader Song? You're so hardworking, how come you still didn't get into college? Tsk tsk, so pitiful."

He didn't expect to run into an acquaintance in the alley.

The hooligans in front of him with colorfully dyed hair and cigarettes in their hands were his former classmates.

Song Shitou remembered them. These guys were ignorant and unlearned when they were in school, and were always at the bottom of the class.

He was bullied by them every day when he was in school. They laughed at him and called him a useless nerd and a cripple.

Song Shitou thought that he would never meet them again after leaving school, but there were some things that he could not avoid even after leaving school.

"What do you want to do?"

He looked at them warily, his fingers tightly grasping the five hundred yuan he had just received, and quickly hid it in his trouser pocket.

A hideous smile appeared on their faces.

"What do you want to do? We are out of money, so why don't you give us some money? Just think of it as protection money. Don't worry, we will protect you in the future!"

Several people approached Song Shitou step by step and surrounded him, making him unable to move.

"I...I really don't have any money. You know, my family is not well off."

He lowered his head like a frightened quail, trying to get rid of them.

"No money? Song Shitou, stop pretending here. Isn't that money in your hand? You still want to fool us? Thanks for your kindness!"

They had just lost a bet and were feeling angry, and Song Shitou happened to run into the muzzle of the gun.

"How about this, as long as you kneel down and bark like a dog, we won't charge you protection fees." The leading thug laughed grimly.

"That's right, yell twice so we can hear it!" The other gangsters glanced at Song Shitou proudly.

Song Shitou clenched his palms tightly, feeling humiliated.

These people are beasts without any conscience. They outnumber me and I have a lame leg, so I am no match for them at all.

The only option now is to give in.

Song Shitou clenched his fists in humiliation, slowly bent his knees, and fell to the ground with a plop.

The gangsters laughed heartily.

"Come on, bark the dog!"

"Scream twice!"

Amid the hooligans' sharp and triumphant laughter, Song Shitou closed his eyes tightly and said in humiliation, "Woof...Woof woof..."

"Hahaha, what a good dog!"

Song Shitou resisted all the humiliation and stood up slowly. He thought the humiliation was over, but the next second -

"It seems that squad leader Song has forgotten what his life was like in school. Brothers, help him recall it! He is just a cripple and still wants to go to college. It's really a foolish dream. He must be crazy!"

Several people held him down, robbed the only five hundred yuan in his pocket, and then beat him up.

"Why?! Didn't you say that if I kneel down... you will let me go?" Song Shitou held his head and shouted in humiliation and collapse.

"You just believe it when I tell you, hahahaha... you've studied so hard that you've become stupid!" Everyone beat him even harder.

Once Song Shitou resisted, they would only fight harder. He had suffered losses when he was in school.

They beat him so hard that his face was bruised and swollen. He fell to the ground groaning in pain. Several people laughed and mocked him, saying that he looked so funny and ridiculous.

"What are you doing? You all want to go to jail."

A steady and powerful voice came.

Song Shitou looked up and saw that the person who spoke for him was a very handsome man. He was wearing an expensive suit and had an extraordinary temperament.

As soon as the thugs saw the way he was dressed, they knew he was someone not to be trifled with.

Seeing Lu Minghui taking out his cell phone to call the police, they were so scared that they immediately ran away.

Song Shitou struggled to get up and limped to Lu Minghui. He stared at him, as if he could see through him.

Lu Minghui felt uncomfortable all over. He always felt that Song Shitou's eyes were weird and didn't look normal.

"Are you Lu Minghui?"

Song Shitou asked in a hoarse voice. He finally recognized the man's identity. He had just seen him on the news. He was the newly appointed spokesperson for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Lu Minghui.

Lu Minghui was not surprised that Song Shitou knew him. After all, he often appeared in the news. He nodded, then remembered that he had other things to do and was about to leave, but was stopped by Song Shitou.

Song Shitou looked at his glamorous appearance, and the imbalance that had been pent up in his heart for a long time suddenly erupted like a volcano.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled at Lu Minghui, "It shouldn't be like this! Shen Li should be my mother, and you took away everything from me and my sister! It's all your fault!"

Lu Minghui's current life is the life he should live. He should not struggle in such a quagmire, but should live a life of superiority.

When Lu Minghui heard this, he was slightly stunned. He looked carefully at the disheveled man in front of him, and then he recognized him as Song Shitou.

A trace of regret and disgust suddenly appeared on Lu Minghui's face. He didn't expect that he had accidentally saved the person he should not have saved.

If he had known that this person was Song Shitou, he would never have chosen to take action.

"Mad man," he said with a frown, then turned around and left the alley without hesitation.

His car was parked outside the alley. When the driver saw him coming out, he got out and opened the door for him.

As soon as Lu Minghui got in the car, he immediately said, "Let's go."

He felt unlucky when he thought of Song Shitou and didn't want to stay here for even a second.

"Hehe...hehe..." Song Shitou staggered while dragging his disabled leg, smiling at himself with his lips curled.

The sky gradually darkened, and at some point, dark clouds began to gather and heavy rain began to pour down.

The heavy rain fell on Song Shitou, soon soaking his whole body. He curled up in the corner like a homeless vagrant.

Song Shitou looked at Lu Minghui who got into the car and drove away, and laughed wildly. His wound hurt, but he seemed to feel no pain at all.

His crazy laughter seemed particularly desolate and desperate.

When he thought of the completely different situations between Lu Minghui and him, he felt jealous and unwilling, and the twisted hatred made him feel like dying.

His current tragic experience is probably God's punishment and retribution for him.

Song Shitou was powerless to break free from the shackles of fate. He had no choice but to accept his fate. After all, he could see the end of his life at a glance and there was no hope at all.