False Jacksu forced to become Jacksu [Quick Transmigration]

In the white system space, Han Yun sat cross-legged on the ground and flipped through the new script Jin Tuanzi gave him, but the title of the book "President's Private Treasure" disgusted him for a while before he managed to recover.

The protagonist in the book is a freshman who has just entered college, has a mother and a younger sister who is about to enter high school.Half a year ago, while eating at McDonald's, my sister and her friend were doused with gasoline and set on fire, causing her burns.The girl's head, face, neck and upper body suffered from burns of varying degrees. The burn area exceeded 20%. It took three full days of rescue before she was out of danger.

The person who poured oil on her was the girlfriend of a second-generation official, and also a second-generation X with some background in her family.The younger sister had been entangled by the second generation of officials before, and she refused several times to no avail, but was considered by his girlfriend to be a mistress, so the following tragedy happened.

However, the tragedy did not end there. After the original owner's mother called the police, she was threatened by the girl's parents, saying that their daughter was underage, and even if she entered the juvenile detention center, she would be released within a few days.If they dare to sue, their own daughter will die in the hospital when they turn around.

The mother had nowhere to turn for help, so she had no choice but to expose the matter to the media and appeal to the court to seek justice.Unexpectedly, the trend of public opinion was led to another direction. Originally, the second generation of officials pestered the younger sister, but after being exaggerated by some unscrupulous media and brain-dead netizens, it turned out that the younger sister was a mistress who shamelessly seduced boys. The real girlfriend acted impulsively .

This is a good time, the keyboard warriors on the Internet are all attacking my sister, saying that she is a vixen, shameless, she deserves to be burned to death, why so many girls burn her, she must have done something wrong first or something In other words, the girl who poured gasoline was portrayed as the image of a white lotus who endured humiliation and was deeply bullied.

The mother was cornered, so she wrote a suicide note to explain the whole story, handed it over to the media and newspapers, and jumped off the top floor of the government building, ending her life.

This tearful suicide note touched many people. After four months of tug-of-war, the family officially received the 152 million compensation awarded by the court.

The father of the brothers and sisters had died young, and this time when the mother left, only the original owner and the younger sister were left to depend on each other.Although the younger sister is out of danger, her physical and psychological conditions are not optimistic. The scars on her body may be suppurated and infected at any time, not to mention the psychological pressure on a beautiful girl who is ruined. up.

Later, the protagonist went to university and worked part-time while studying. In order to make money for skin grafting and plastic surgery for his younger sister, he worked as a waiter in a bar, doing everything except not providing that service, just to earn more tips.

The plot of the script ended when the protagonist met a president who asked for support at the first meeting. Han Yun's mouth twitched: "Where are there so many heartless presidents in the world? I really think I am Long Aotian Ye Liangchen?" He glanced at the CEO's name, Gu Chengxiao, which was considered normal.

Jin Tuanzi waved his hand nonchalantly, "Hey, what to do with so many things, novel scripts don't need logic."

Han Yun squinted his eyes, so he didn't mind making the script logical this time.

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Today is the first day of freshman enrollment, Han Yun simply packed his luggage and went to school to report.Because of family accidents, they sold their hardcover house of more than 120 square meters and moved to a rented house of more than 80 square meters near Han Yun School.One reason is to take care of Han Qin conveniently. Although she can already be discharged from the hospital, because Han Qing covered her face with her hands when gasoline was poured on her, her hand burns were particularly severe and she couldn’t use her strength. The second reason is that Han Qin’s mental state is unstable. , he needs to go home to accompany her often, and cannot live on campus.

When Han Yun entered the script, he met Han Qin the day before he entered school. To be honest, even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he actually saw the little girl—her naked skin There were lumps of uneven brown or pink scars all over her face, and less than one-third of her entire face was intact. She sat on the bed with her knees hugged, staring blankly at the sky outside the window.

There is no mirror in Han Qin's room, but it is beautifully furnished, with white floral wallpaper, milky white European-style furniture, hollowed-out single bed, and elegant purple lavender curtains... These are all raw materials bought by my brother online, and a little bit by hand. Made it.

On the night when she first arrived, Han Yun prepared a meal for her, and Han Qin ate in silence without saying a word.

It wasn't until she finished eating and Han Yun packed up the dishes and was about to go out that she heard her whisper, "Brother, I'm sorry."

Han Qin has always been proud of her brother. Han Yun is good-looking, popular, and good at studying. In the third year of high school, all the teachers said that if he worked hard, he would definitely be able to go to Tsinghua University and Peking University.

But her incident affected Han Yun's study. Although the college entrance examination score did not plummet, it was still more than 100 points short of the expected score.This score is not enough to get into Tsinghua and Peking University, but other 985 universities are still enough, but Han Yun stunned and applied to an ordinary local university nearby, just to take care of her conveniently, and the tuition and miscellaneous fees promised by the principal are free and an entrance bonus of 10 yuan.

Han Qin knew that she ruined Han Yun's future.

The little girl's voice was crying, which made Han Yun's heart ache. He put down the tray, walked to the bed and hugged his sister into his arms.

"There is nothing to be sorry for, we are relatives, the two closest and closest people in the world, you know?"

Han Qingshuo shivered in his arms, choking and repeating, "I'm sorry..."

Han Yun secretly sighed in his heart and said nothing more.

Half a month after the start of school is military training. Reporting that there is not much to do on this day, I make up the beds in the dormitory in the morning and meet the instructor in charge of military training in the playground in the afternoon.Han Yun majored in finance. When they entered school, they were ranked according to their college entrance examination scores, and the top [-] formed an elite experimental class.Although the dormitory they live in is not big, it is at least a room for two people, with bed and desk, and private bathroom. Compared with other schools, it is not bad.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, the freshmen gathered in the playground and lined up in squares to listen to the speeches of the principal and party secretary to mobilize.

The counselor of Han Yun's class has given birth, so the next three months will be managed by the class teacher with two roles.Today, because the head teacher was going to have a meeting, he came a bit late. After everyone else had dismissed the meeting, their class was still sitting stupidly, and the teacher was late after waiting for more than ten minutes.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Han Yun was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, and the voice sounded familiar, but when he looked up, he was stupefied—this homeroom teacher has a face just like Shen Ci's!

"My surname is Yan, and my name is Yan Yunbai. You can call me a teacher or a professor. I teach Western Economics, and I will be your class teacher in the future. I hope everyone will cooperate and understand each other."

Although he has the same face as Shen Ci, Yan Yunbai's temperament is completely different from Shen Ci's.This face is handsome, with delicate features, clear eyebrows, and clear outlines.When he put Shen Ci on him, he acted freely and without any scruples, so he appeared reckless; Yan Yunbai is a university professor, giving people the impression of being relatively elegant and restrained, but he has a serious face, and he still wears shirts and trousers in summer. Buttons were neatly buttoned to the collar.Compared with Shen Ci, Yan Yunbai looked a little calmer and clearer. Although he didn't feel approachable, he was very trustworthy.

It's just... the same face as the abnormal Shen in the previous script, Han Yun felt awkward no matter what.

Yan Yunbai glanced around them, his eyes stayed on Han Yun for two or three seconds, and then quickly moved away, saying: "Re-queue, sit in two rows on the left and right, with 15 people in a row, coordinate by yourself."

Everyone took a long time to sit down, and Han Yun and his roommate Xia Ning sat together.Yan Yunbai also sat on the ground in front of the team, his face still expressionless, and his words were as simple as ever: "All of you here are college students, I hope you can move quickly next time."

No one said anything. Originally, the students wanted to chat with the head teacher and make jokes to get closer. They didn't expect this teacher to be so difficult to communicate with.

Yan Yunbai: "Introduce yourself."

Everyone: "..."

Can this teacher cherish words more like gold?

The girl at the top started to introduce herself dryly, and after a round, Yan Yunbai made a final summary: "Very well, I hope everyone will get along well in the future. My dormitory is on the same floor as the boys in the class, so you can come to me if you have anything .”

"Thank you teacher" rang out from the student pile, Yan Yunbai nodded and organized the students to go back to the dormitory.

Han Yun doesn't live in the dormitory, and will leave school after reporting to Yan Yunbai.

Yan Yunbai asked: "Where do you live?"

Han Yun said: "I rented a house near the school, not far away, just a few minutes' walk."

"Give me the phone." Yan Yunbai stretched out his hand towards him.

Han Yun unlocked the phone inexplicably and handed it to him. Yan Yunbai pressed a series of numbers on the call keypad: "This is my phone number, save it and send me your detailed address."

"Uh... well."

"Well, tell me when you leave school in the future, and come to me anytime if you need something." Yan Yunbai said, emphasizing it again as if worried, "Anything is fine at any time."

Han Yun responded. Although Shen Yuanbao and Yan Yunbai had the same face, they were completely incomparable in character. Although Yan Yunbai was a little colder, his sense of responsibility was second to none.

"Thank you Professor Yan, then I'll go first."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Han Yun packed two meals in the student cafeteria and took them home. Han Qin was drawing in his room when four or five pencils fell off the chair.Her posture for holding the pen was very strange, and she couldn't hold the pen steadily, because three fingers on Han Qin's right hand were twisted, and there was a thin film between them like duck webs.

Han Yun walked over and asked softly, "What are you drawing?"

"Brother Hua." Han Qin said, struggling to smile under the tightness of the scar on his face.

There is only a rough outline of the face and facial features on the drawing paper, but the eyes, bridge of the nose and mouth of the person in the painting are all vividly drawn, and it is still possible to recognize Han Yun.Han Qin is very talented in painting, and her dream has always been to be a fashion designer, but since the accident, she dare not think about anything.

"It's beautiful," Han Yun said with a smile, "much better than me." He took Han Qin's hand, "Come on, let's take a shower, and I'll apply medicine to you after the shower."

In order to avoid infection, Han Qin has to take a bath every day.But the water can't be washed directly on the body, you can only stick a large towel on the skin, let the water slowly drench, and then use a soft towel to dry the water droplets on the body bit by bit.Although there are differences between men and women, under limited conditions, they don't have time to think so much.

After taking a bath, Han Yun had to apply urea gel ointment on Han Qin's scars, massage until the ointment was dry, and then apply silicone gel scar patches to all burnt parts.

It has been more than an hour since the whole set of procedures was completed, and Han Yun had to go to the bar to work at 07:30, and hurried out after eating a few casual meals.

He changed into work clothes in the lounge, with a black vest over a white shirt, but the standard waiter's attire made him handsome and tall. The fitted shirt and trousers fit closely to his body, and his inverted triangle figure, which was comparable to a model, could be seen at a glance.

"Han Yun is here," the foreman manager said with a smile, and handed him a list, "Go to box 304, this is what they ordered. Those are young masters from rich families, remember to be careful, and nothing will happen to you gone."

The manager knows what happened to Han Yun's house, so he always arranges more boxes for rich people. Although the risk is high, the tips given by the guests are indeed several times higher than other ordinary boxes.

"okay, I get it."

Han Yun put the food and drink prepared at the front desk on the tray, checked it against the list, and sent it to the box after confirming that it was correct.

"Hello, guest," Han Yun knocked on the door, "your order has arrived."

"Come in."

Han Yun opened the door and walked in. There were three guests inside, accompanied by four or five young and beautiful ladies.

He walked in, put the contents of the tray on the table without turning his eyes, and then stood aside with his head bowed.The three of them just chatted on their own as if he was air, enjoying the service of several beauties pouring wine and feeding fruit.

Han Yun stood in the corner attentively, until a slap sounded, and he looked up, a girl in a red tube top short skirt was beaten so hard that her head was tilted once, and a large bloodstain was drawn on her face.

"Is there someone like you who feeds wine like this? Did you see it all spilled on your body?!"

A man sitting on the single sofa on the right cursed loudly. He had dyed silver hair and a childish face. He looked very young, not much older than Han Yun.

The girl in the red dress covered her face and cried, but the silver-haired man wanted to scold again, but was stopped by the man sitting in the middle, "Stop shouting, it hurts your ears." He said lazily, leaning against the sofa as if boneless, slightly There was a bit of carelessness and laziness in the slanted eyes.

"Brother Xiao, look at my clothes!" Yin Mao was not convinced, and wiped the blood on the ring on his right hand vigorously.

"What's wrong with the clothes, how old are you, and still lack such clothes? Brother Tian, ​​I'll find someone to order a few for you." Gu Chengxiao yawned, leaned over to pinch the girl's chin, and took it out of her pocket. A picture of Grandpa Mao was slapped on her face, and he comforted her softly, "Your name is Qianxi, my good boy, don't cry."

The pink hundred-dollar bill stuck to Sissy's side face because of blood stains, which was extremely funny.She didn't pick it off, she just looked at the three men anxiously with teary almond eyes.

Gu Chengxiao tilted his head and looked at her for a while, but then smiled, as if he was admiring a work of art.

He said to Silver Fur: "Isn't it beautiful?"

Yinmao curled his lips, "Where does it look good, it looks so ugly."

Gu Chengxiao turned around and waved to Han Yun, "Come here."

Han Yun: "..."

He walked over, half-bending his waist neither humble nor humble, "Sir?"

"What's your name?"

"Han Yun."

"Hmm...Han Yun. Well, hello, my name is Gu Chengxiao." Gu Chengxiao nodded, pointing to Qianqian, "Come on, does your friend look good like this?"

Han Yun secretly sighed in his heart, why didn't he know that the rich second generation outside were all so sick?

"It's not pretty," Han Yun said bluntly. He was going to plead for Qianqian, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. No matter what he said, he couldn't escape Gu Chengxiao's boring question. "And there are bacteria on the money, so you can't stick it Wounds, dirty."

Yinmao spat on the ground, and was about to start yelling when Gu Chengxiao laughed, and laughed louder and louder, almost like crazy.

"Yeah, the money is pretty dirty." Gu Chengxiao said with a smile, and then took Han Yun's hand, "I haven't seen you before, new here?"

"Yes, it hasn't been long." Han Yun said, wanting to pull out his hand, but Gu Chengxiao held it tightly.His smile remained unchanged, and he asked, "Give me a count, how much is it a month?"

The corner of Han Yun's mouth twitched, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gu, I don't do these things. If you need it, I'll go out and call some pretty young men to come in to relieve your boredom?"

Gu Chengxiao looked regretful, but when he let go of his hand, he didn't hesitate at all. He raised his chin towards Han Yun, "Go, it's better. Also, take these ugly monsters away."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Han Yun took a few girls out of the box, Gu Chengxiao looked down at his hands, wondering what he was thinking.After a while, he asked Yinmao, "Do you know who that Han Yun is?"

"Hey, Cheng Xiao, I know that." Another older person interjected, "I was drinking with other friends before, and they asked me about it, so I went to check it out. Do you remember the old man a few days ago?" Did the daughter of the Luo family throw gasoline on people and set them on fire? The person who was burned was Han Yun’s sister. I heard that this matter was suppressed at first, and then Han Yun’s mother jumped from the top of the government building. That's when some water splashed." Speaking of this, he shook his head and sighed, with a compassionate expression, "It's really pitiful."

Yin Mao was surprised: "Brother Gu Cheng, isn't he short of money?"

"How could there be no shortage? The indemnities would have been spent in a few days. But he is a serious college student. If it wasn't for such a incident before the college entrance examination, he would have to be a candidate for Tsinghua University and Peking University. He has a lot of backbone. Why? I'll take Cheng Xiao's example." Gu Cheng waved his hand.

"College student..." Gu Chengxiao narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "And he's a high-achieving student? That's rare."

"I said, Cheng Xiao, you are old and young, so don't make those ideas. Listen to your uncle and find a woman of the right family to marry is the right thing to do."

Gu Chengxiao sneered, "Hey, hello... my dear cousin, if I'm really happy to get married, why would I come here to drink with you?"

"Then don't take other people's good children as top tanks, it's not like you don't know uncle's temper—"

"Good boy? How will you know if you don't try." Gu Chengxiao raised his eyebrows, and his tone was a bit interesting, "Only after he can withstand sugar-coated shells can he make great achievements. I just set a test for him first. What's the matter?" important."

Gu Cheng didn't know how to respond to his nonsense, so he could only helplessly spread his hands, "All right, young master, as long as you are happy."

Yinmao laughed loudly, "Brother Cheng Xiao must think that the waiter is so innocent and unpretentious, completely different from those coquettish sluts outside."

"Little brat, you're the only one who talks too much."

Gu Chengxiao scolded him with a smile, lit a cigarette and held it between his fingertips.

The smoke was lingering, and he looked down at the faint glow of the cigarette butt. He had the usual lazy smile on his face, but under the smile on the surface of his eyes, there was still nothing in the old well, and he couldn't see any special emotions. .