Hold on, we can break up! [Quick Transmigration]

The night was dark and the wind was high, and the wild cat on the side of the road howled, which suddenly made the suffocating atmosphere less terrifying. The two stood in a strange posture, and Ying Nuo could even clearly feel the other party's haste. Breathing and a somewhat abnormally fast heartbeat.

Judging from the man's agile skills, he should be a habitual criminal who often walks around the streets at night.

It's a pity that he was caught when he jumped on the roof of Ying Nuo's house.

"If you want money, I can give it to you." Yingnuo regained his composure. The first impression of this thief was not too bad. If he was caught stealing something, he could still say a few words. It shouldn't be that kind of gloomy heart. Radicals who want to retaliate against the society at any time, at least, he feels that the other party will not seek wealth and murder.

The man moved, his feet seemed to be a little staggering, and the center of gravity of his body rested on Ying Nuo's shoulders: "Coincidentally, I don't want money."

Another gust of cold wind blew, Ying Nuo sniffed from the cold, tilted his head slightly, but smelled a faint smell of blood.

Because Mu Qingmu is a student of the medical university and is very sensitive to this smell, Yingnuo's eyebrows immediately furrowed, almost blurting out: "Are you injured?"

The man's panting became louder, he hopped on one leg, returned Yingnuo's kitchen knife to him, and then sat down on the ground: "The little nose is quite smart, you belong to the dog."

Ying Nuo turned around, and in the darkness, he could only see the figure of the other party clearly, with broad shoulders, long legs, deep eye sockets, and thin lips. It seemed that he was completely unguarded against Ying Nuo, even with a smile on his face meaning.

"Why did you get hurt?" Ying Nuo took a step back cautiously. He felt that it seemed a little wrong for him to position this man as a thief at first. No thief would steal something and get hurt himself.

The man sighed, and wanted to stand up from the ground, but his left leg seemed to be seriously injured, and struggling for a long time was of no avail, so he gasped in pain: "Hiss——"

Ying Nuo picked up her mobile phone, pursed her lips seriously, and although her voice raised a lot, her momentum was not too strong: "If you don't speak, I will call the police."

The man looked up.

"Actually, I'm a professional parkour enthusiast, and when I jumped on the roof of your house, I accidentally smashed myself on the ground," the man let himself sit on the cold concrete floor, and looked at Ying Nuo with a smile: " This little brother, do you have any idea of ​​saving the dying?"

Yingnuo: "..."

It's fine for this man to be talkative, but he also likes to lie and run the train with his mouth full.

He took another step back, gave up wasting time with this charlatan, and directly pressed the screen to start dialing the number.

"Tsk, why are you so hard to talk about, kid?" the man yelled in dissatisfaction. He didn't know if he was losing more and more blood. His voice began to tremble slightly: "If you don't agree with me, you should call the police?"

Ying Nuo held the phone in his hand and stared at the man in front of him without blinking. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, making him nervous involuntarily.

Those scenes from the dream circled in her mind frame by frame, Ying Nuo took a deep breath and reiterated again: "Then you...then you tell me the truth."

The man sighed again, like a patriarch who couldn't stand the children's troubles and finally compromised, "Today is unlucky, and I was revenged by several enemies. Have you accepted the letter?"

Climbing on someone's roof in the middle of the night, with injuries due to mistakes in his skills, it really sounds like the work of a gangster who has been gangsters all year round.

Ying Nuo was slightly disappointed. Obviously, this was not Zhao Yuning, nor Zhao Yuning who had turned into a ghost.

"I said," the man touched his nose in embarrassment, and leaned his unsteady body against the wall on one side: "You don't think I'm a gangster, so you won't save me?"

Ying Nuo hesitated for a while, then took out his phone and used it as a flashlight, squatting down in front of the man: "I'm a medical student, let me see your wound first."

The faint fluorescent light on the phone screen lit up, and Yingnuo realized that this man was in a terrible state of distress. His whole body was covered with signs of fierce fighting. The injured parts were not only his legs, but also his arms and waist, and the amount of blood was far away. It is beyond the range that normal people can bear.

"It seems that today is not very unlucky." The man had obviously lost a lot of blood, his hands and feet began to twitch slightly, and he still had a stubborn smile on his face: "I don't want to thank you for your kindness, brother Minger will take you——"

"Shut up," Ying Nuo interrupted him expressionlessly, and was about to say that you should save your energy, but just when he raised his head, he froze for a moment.

It was another face similar to Qin Yuan's.

If Zhao Yuning and Qin Yuan are only three points alike, then the little gangster in front of him is nine points alike.

It's just that compared to Qin Yuan, who has always been dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his face is covered with blood, and his lips are bloodless, obviously he is too downcast.

But still very similar.

Although the current situation is so miserable, there is a hint of arrogance and cynicism in the eyes of this man, and the way of slightly pursing his lips is inexplicably seductive, which is exactly the same as when Qin Yuan was in trouble.

"Isn't brother too handsome?" The man may have been a little dazed, and he didn't notice the abnormality of Ying Nuo, "But no matter how handsome a person is, he will die because of blood loss..."

Yingnuo confirmed that this person is the target of this world's raider, calmed down and said, "I know what you're talking about, I'll help you up."

The man "hmm".

The two finally came to an agreement with difficulty, and Yingnuo had to use up all his strength to help the man from the roof into the attic. The warm air rushed towards his face, and his brain, which had been a little bit sluggish from the cold, finally continued to work. .

"You take a rest here first." Ying Nuo was worried about his injury, and spoke much faster than before, "I'll go to the first aid kit to help you deal with it. If it's serious, I'd better go to the hospital."

The man was lying on the bed exhausted, and he didn't have the energy to protest for a while. He waved his hand, and then covered his eyes with his arm.

When Ying Nuo hurriedly brought up the first aid kit, the man was silent, and he didn't know whether he passed out or fell asleep, only the sound of some heavy breathing could be heard.

"Should I send him to the hospital?" Yingnuo, although possessing Mu Qingmu's excellent textbook knowledge, still felt a bit unconfident to let him do it. "After all, I'm really a second-hand knife."

The system said no, and then directed Yingnuo to perform basic treatment on the man's wound.

Except for some bruises from the fighting, there were three knife wounds with not shallow gaps. The flesh was cut six to seven centimeters long, and the blood and flesh rolled out indistinctly, and it hurt to look at it.

Ying Nuo sighed, and clumsily put gauze on the well-medicated wound, and then he stood by the bed with his hips crossed, a sense of accomplishment suddenly came to his heart, "I feel like an angel in white."

The system let out a lazy "hmm" and sent the basic information of the target to the display screen.

When Ying Nuo looked at the so-called "basic information", his expression suddenly became a little hard to describe.

Name: Song Yanchen

Sex: Male

Age: unknown

Family status: unknown

Work experience: unknown

......

The corner of Ying Nuo's mouth twitched, wondering if this would be too perfunctory?

System: "This is a world without a plot line, and it's normal to have a character without a strategy target."

Ying Nuo glanced back at the unconscious Song Yanchen, and then let out a resentful "Oh".

Just now, for the convenience of treating the wound, Ying Nuo took off the man's coat, and now it is spread out by the man's hand. He was at war with heaven and man for a while, and finally sneaked up to him, and reached out to touch the man's pocket.

In addition to cigarettes and lighters, there is a small cardboard box tightly wrapped with tape, which looks like the size of a palm, but it is not light.

Ying Nuo picked up the package and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff it. He didn't smell anything strange, but his intuition told him that this thing must be very important to Song Yanchen.

"Are you going to hide it?" The system was slightly surprised, apparently not expecting Yingnuo to do this.

"Well," Yingnuo walked out of the attic and into her bedroom, put the mysterious little paper box in her safe, and then said her plan seriously: "Song Yanchen is such a jobless person, I think It must not be easy to find him to increase his favorability, and keeping this thing by my side will give him an extra bargaining chip to contain him."

The system was quiet for a while, then suddenly smiled in relief, "That's right."

This kid, Yingnuo, is the one who can't stand people's praise, and when he is praised, his whole body is easy to swell: "Is it right, I'm so tired... Oh, by the way, what is his current progress value? "

System: "Favourability progress value: 60."

Ying Nuo was even more proud when she heard it: "The starting point is very high, and a person's personality charm really matters."

The system rolled its eyes across the void, packed up its things and went home from get off work.

Before going to bed, Yingnuo put a cup of warm water beside Song Yanchen, and confirmed again that this guy really just slept too deeply, then turned off the light and quietly retreated out.

I don't know if it was because someone was lying in the attic, but Ying Nuo fell asleep on the bed, sleeping soundly all night without even having a dream.

When she woke up the next morning, Yingnuo found that Song Yanchen had left, and the cabinets in the attic and living room had obviously been searched carefully.

Ying Nuo secretly felt happy for a while, then packed her things and went to school.

Originally, Mu Chenke was going to pick him up and drop him off from school in person, but now that he has moved out of the house, it is better to get rid of the old habits gradually. Yingnuo woke up an hour early just to catch the subway.

When he arrived at the school, there were still 10 minutes before class. He took a big breath of fresh air and felt that his body and mind were more relaxed than ever.

"Hahaha, who am I going here?" Someone patted Ying Nuo on the shoulder abruptly, and the laughter sounded extremely hearty: "You really came to school?"

Yingnuo turned around, it was Han Guangyang who had sent him a WeChat message before.

The young man was strong and handsome, and he showed his big white teeth when he smiled.

"Really." Ying Nuo also smiled, clenched his fist and touched the opponent's fist.

In memory, Han Guangyang is a bright, innocent and kind-hearted boy. He is also the only good friend Mu Qingmu made during college. The time spent with him is very pleasant, because he never treats Mu Qingmu as a patient. , Whether it was chatting about learning games or dating girls, he would talk endlessly in front of Mu Qingmu like a chatterbox.

Mu Qingmu likes this kind of communication, and Yingnuo likes it too.

"I thought your mother really wanted to hire a tutor for you." Han Guangyang put his arms around Ying Nuo's shoulders carelessly, and the two walked towards the class like good brothers, "Why did your mother think so?"

"It's probably..." Ying Nuo hesitated for a moment, then said with a light smile, "It's probably because I'm afraid that I'll get sick from being bored at home."

He didn't intend to tell his good friend the news of Mu Qingmu's suicide, after all, such negative energy would cause trouble for others.

Han Guangyang nodded immediately when he heard that, "That's right, being locked up at home every day is like keeping a pet, if you're not sick, you'll get bored."

The two came to the amphitheater. The first class was the drawing and practice of medical line drawings. The teacher was already preparing the PPT to be used in front of the computer on the podium, because he was thin and small, and he was still in a bowed posture. , so that the students below could only see a bare head.

"The weather seems to be getting colder, why is the top of our old Deng's head getting more and more bald..." Some mischievous boys gathered together and whispered, trying to dispel the resentment of getting up early on Monday morning.

"That's the light of wisdom." Another boy glanced at Mr. Deng furtively. "I heard that his laboratory published another awesome paper, which made the school leaders so happy that they couldn't shut their mouths."

Yingnuo listened casually and opened the textbook. After all, she is a top student, so she must have the self-consciousness of a top student.

Han Guangyang took out a box of Oreo biscuits from his schoolbag, his face was a little depressed: "My mother is really fed up, she even asked me to bring this thing for breakfast, just like a primary school student."

Yingnuo couldn't help being funny too, but in order to show the revolutionary friendship of sharing weal and woe, he shared a few dollars for Han Guangyang: "If you want to be ashamed, let's be ashamed together."

"Hehehe, good brother." Han Guangyang snorted on the back of Yingnuo's head, and then took out a small mirror to see if there were any biscuit crumbs left on his big white teeth.

The class bell rang, and Lao Deng began to chant scriptures in a serious manner. The students who had spent two days on Saturday and Sunday immediately became depressed, yawning like smoking opium, and fell asleep in a daze after a while.

"Next, let's roll call." Old Deng sneered, and slapped the book on the desk vigorously. "Ten students will be randomly called, and credits will be deducted for those who don't show up."

As soon as the trump card came out, everyone was refreshed immediately. Han Guangyang frowned, bowed his head and started sending text messages.

Ying Nuo bumped him with an elbow, a little curious: "The teacher is not honest in roll call, what are you doing?"

"Hush," Han Guangyang sighed, with a helpless face on his face, "I was texting Ning Shu, and I was sleeping like a dead pig when I left."

Han Guangyang is different from Yingnuo, because his family lives far away, so he has to live on campus from Monday to Friday. The dormitories in the school are shared by two people. His roommate is a boy named Ning Shu.

In fact, Ying Nuo knew very little about Ning Shu, because that boy had a rather weird personality, and he didn't necessarily take the initiative to speak when he saw Han Guangyang, and his face was always speculative, which made him very difficult to provoke. look.

As soon as Han Guangyang finished speaking, Lao Deng said fiercely: "Ning Shu!"

Everyone was silent, turned their heads and looked around, but there was no sign of Ning Shu at all.

"Ning Shu didn't come?" Old Deng raised his voice, and caught three students who skipped class in a row, making him a little angry: "Ning Shu deducted credits!"

Han Guangyang cursed in a low voice, but his face was still not very good-looking: "I think this kid is going to be persuaded by the school to dismiss him."

After the roll call, the atmosphere in the class became a little different. Yingnuo, a pseudo-scholar, couldn't pretend anymore, and listened to gossip.

"...Ning Shu's parents were arrested for drug trafficking, huh? You don't even know? Our TV station in Qianzhou City has reported it! All the family property has been confiscated!"

"I'm so hot. I met Ning Shu's father once during the parents' meeting. He looks as creepy as a gangster boss. It doesn't look good."

"Then what about Ning Shu? Isn't he going to live on the street?"

Yingnuo listened more and more vigorously, but Han Guangyang's complexion gradually darkened. He turned his head and cursed fiercely: "Are you finished? Shut up the fuck!"

One of the thorns couldn't hold back his face, and covered his face with a book and yelled back: "It's obvious that it's the truth, so don't let people tell you, you live by the sea?!"

Han Guangyang was also a well-known local young master from a wealthy family. He glared at the prickly head, but the latter finally closed his mouth angrily.

Mu Qingmu has been out of school for a long time, completely at a loss about the situation of his classmates, Ying Nuo pursed his lips, turned over the homework and wrote a line to Han Guangyang: "Is Ning Shu okay?"

Even if the matter about his parents is true, as long as Ning Shu is not involved, then he is innocent and should not be treated differently by others.

Han Guangyang sighed and shook his head after hesitating for a while.

The second class was a public class held by several classes together. Ning Shu, who was on the cusp of the storm, finally came. He was still the same as before, with a frosty expression on his face, as if a casual exhalation could freeze people in place. seal up.

Han Guangyang had originally reserved a seat for him, but Ning Shu deliberately ignored it as if he couldn't see it. He shuffle past the two of them and walked straight to the last row of the classroom.

"Ning Shu's complexion is very bad." Ying Nuo frowned slightly. It was a blessing that such a thing was forced on a child, and it was not directly crushed and collapsed: "What can we do for him?"

Han Guangyang was a little unhappy after Ning Shu's embarrassment, and the young master's temper immediately came up: "We will let him die, look at his attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away!"

Yingnuo sighed, he had experienced the pain of struggling on the verge of despair, so he knew that Ning Shu was still willing to come to school, which proved that he hadn't completely given up on himself, and perhaps his avoidance of Han Guangyang was just because he had no face to face.

His parents are villains who are spurned by others, and his heart must have been ashamed of himself.

"Is it true what happened to Ning Shu's parents?" Ying Nuo didn't want to study, biting the tip of his pen depressedly: "How could he be a drug dealer..."

"The rumors are all true," the system said calmly, "Ning Shu's parents' business was exposed by unknown people in half a month, and the police seized a large amount of marijuana, methamphetamine, and cocaine from the warehouse. Because, now the husband and wife have been sentenced to life imprisonment, and they have not left a dime for their son."

A good home is ruined just like that.

Ying Nuo's eyebrows became tighter and tighter. He finally understood why the society has been trying so hard to promote anti-drug knowledge. Even elementary school students' classroom blackboards would have a skull drawn with a "×" drawn with bright red chalk.

This kind of thing is like a bottomless pit with the ability to devour, once it is touched, it will only sink deeper and deeper, and finally end up with family ruin.

"What about Ning Shu?" Ying Nuo suddenly became cautious, "Has Ning Shu participated in their family's business?"

"No," the system's voice paused, as if with a little regret, "this is probably the only remaining humanity of his parents. They never let their own flesh and blood get mixed into this mess."

Ying Nuo looked back at the boy sitting in the corner, feeling distressed.

When the get out of class was about to end, a few students sitting in the back rows of the classroom had an argument. Maybe Ning Shu couldn't bear other people's gossip, so he broke out in silence.

"What's going on, you guys!" The female teacher yelled sharply, and rushed over in stride, "Don't you want the credits for my class?!"

Ying Nuo and Han Guangyang hurried over, only to see Ning Shu riding on a boy with a blank face, slapping the boy's face with tightly clenched fists. Already saw blood.

Without saying a word, Han Guangyang entrusted Ning Shu down, leaned into his ear and yelled, "Calm down!"

The boy who was beaten stood up cursingly, covered his nose with one hand, and pointed at Ning Shu with the other: "Isn't he the son of a death row prisoner! Your parents should go to hell for drug trafficking! What did I say wrong? !"

Ning Shu, who was forcibly pulled up by Han Guangyang, was panting violently, his eyes were terribly cold, as if he wanted to peel the other party's skin and cramps.

The female teacher was so angry that her scalp exploded, and she immediately took out her mobile phone to call the Academic Affairs Office, but Ying Nuo quickly blocked it: "Mr. Zhao, don't be impulsive. Ning Shu's previous grades were not bad. It won't be good if you get punished, so calm down first."

Seeing that things were going to get serious, the boy who had been yelling arrogantly also stopped talking, and just stared at Ning Shu with his teeth bared.

"All right, all right," the female teacher didn't want to make a fuss too embarrassing, she walked between the two of them, glanced at each of the left and right: "One more time, I will never forgive you."

Ning Shu broke away from Han Guangyang violently, and left the classroom directly.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students who watched the fun went back to their seats to pack up their things. Han Guangyang patted Ying Nuo on the shoulder, and looked at him worriedly: "Are you okay?"

Ying Nuo was stunned for a moment, and she didn't know what she thought of, her face suddenly turned pale.

Because there was no class in the afternoon, Ying Nuo went straight back to her apartment after school, and went straight into her bedroom without even having time to change her shoes.

He took out Song Yanchen's package from the safe, and unwrapped the tape without hesitation.

Then his legs softened and he sat on the ground.

"Ah—" the little angel suddenly covered his mouth and yelled, "Master Host, could this be the legendary drug?"