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Shang Chu said that he was used to it and it was fine, and he really looked invulnerable and invincible.

When this long wet kiss was over, Shang Chu closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, slightly calming down the violent heartbeat and panting. When he opened his eyes again, it seemed that the powerlessness and slump just now had never happened before, and he was the arrogant and willful man again. The No.1 Shang Chu.

He calmly seemed to be dismantling the last big math problem, and he did all the aftermath work in an orderly manner.First, transfer 1000 yuan from your own account to the class teacher; second, make up a complete excuse to tell that all this is just a misunderstanding, and express your apology carefully; The remaining money is not enough for the next expenses.

He has a small savings—saved during the winter vacation, but this money is real estate, and it has to be reserved for the chief police officer’s tuition, so it cannot be easily moved.Now he works part-time at "Special" two days a week, with a daily salary of 50, and a small 400 every weekend.Apart from smoking double happiness, Shang Chu has no other extravagant hobbies. He doesn’t buy hands, pay attention to sneakers, or chase stars. The place where he can spend money is the school cafeteria. Three meals a day cost 100 yuan, and 200 yuan is good. It is more than enough for living expenses here, and I can save more than [-] to [-] a week.

He got a small accounting book, and he was very happy to see the numbers on it adding up every week, as if he had become a small rich man, and no matter how hard he worked, he would be able to become well-off!On the day when he saved 2000 yuan, Shang Chu sketched out a grand blueprint for himself, getting rich in three years, buying a car in five years and buying a house in ten years, then he happily opened the game and bought his daughter-in-law Xiaobai a long-awaited woolen scarf , worth 300 game coins.

But if the accident can be predicted in advance, it is not an accident.One morning in mid-April, he was jogging in the alley as usual. After running for a while, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he fell straight to the ground.It took about two minutes for him to feel a little bit of pain, but he didn't feel much pain, it was just numb, his hands and feet were numb, his fingers seemed to be frozen, he couldn't even bend his arms, and his heart beat suddenly. Slowly, lightly and heavily.

Shang Chu staggered and stood up against the wall, leaning against the wall for a while before recovering. His first reaction was to touch his eyes, nose and mouth all over to make sure that every organ was in its proper position. This handsome man His face was not disfigured.After touching it, I felt how hot the palm of my hand was, and looked down——

Hold!Blood on one hand!

Nosebleeds are like the sewage from the drainage pipes of villages in the city, pouring out in an endless stream.

Fortunately, it was early in the morning, and the hooligans were all closed, otherwise the scent of Omega pheromone might attract many idiots.Shang Chu took three steps at a time and ran to the No.12 alley in the village in the city, passed through a dilapidated shanty, went down the creaking wooden stairs to the basement, and touched the third one from the left The wooden door, banging on the door.

An old bachelor lived in it. According to him, he worked in a tertiary hospital when he was young.He has some contacts in his hands, and he can get some hard-to-get things from the black market. Shang Chu got his medicine from him, and he also forged his annual medical report.

The old bachelor was woken up, and opened the door sleepily. He was startled when he saw that there was a bloody thing standing at the door, just like a ghost asking for his life.While he was still trembling, Shang Chu could not help but squeeze into the door, and wiped his face with a cloth on the table.Only then did the old bachelor see what he looked like, heaved a sigh of relief, and jokingly asked him what was going on, he didn't wipe his mouth after eating the dragon fruit, he was really sloppy!

Shang Chu looked at the time and found that he would not be able to catch up with the first class any longer, so he asked him to stop talking nonsense and sit down to see a doctor!

The old bachelor dug out a sphygmomanometer from a pile of junk, and measured his blood pressure. The high pressure soared to more than 300, which almost scared Shang Chu to death. I sent a text message saying that I was going to die, and then I grabbed the old bachelor by the neck and asked him if he could be cured!

"Don't worry, don't worry," the old bachelor threw the sphygmomanometer back into the trash, "I found this thing in the trash yesterday, and I just wanted to find someone to try it out..."

Shang Chu just let out a sigh of relief, but when he realized it, he blew his beard and stared, and said viciously: "Did you ask me to try your crap?!"

"It means it's inaccurate," the old bachelor stroked his beard, and said solemnly, "You have made a contribution to medicine and verified the inaccuracy of a medical instrument. Thank you for your efforts."

The nosebleed was still coming out, Shangchu's eyes were blurred due to the excessive blood loss, and he said tensely, "Stop talking nonsense, what's going on with me!"

A styptic needle was inserted, and a pulse was taken again, and the matter finally became clear.

Illness is not a disease, it is pheromone disorder. Shang Chu was originally an Omega, but he wanted to inject the completely opposite Alpha pheromone into it. The body must protest.Nosebleeds are nothing, bleeding from the seven orifices is considered minor, if this tossing continues, sooner or later one will die suddenly.

The phone vibrated, it was Bai Aize's call, Shang Chu didn't answer it, and asked, "What can I do?"

"Stop typing," the old bachelor fiddled with the yellowed calendar on the table, "Can you?"

"No," Shang Chu replied bluntly.

"How long do you have to fight? Give me the number." The old bachelor seemed to have expected this answer, and then asked again.

Shang Chu thought for a while, then said in a deep voice, "No, there is no other way."

"Yes," the old bachelor chuckled, put his index finger and middle finger together, and twisted them on the tip of his thumb. "It's enough if you are willing to spend money. Money can't buy anything. Health is nothing!"

The way he said is also simple, buy good medicine.

Shang Chu has been using the cheapest one, 80 yuan for five bottles, barely enough to last for two weeks.

"How much?" Shang Chu asked.

"See how much you can give." The old bachelor took off a page of the calendar, stomped his feet on the pitted ground, and said unabashedly, "There is nothing underground. Poor people like us live in it to survive. They are rich. The purpose of playing in it is to have fun. You have overused this kind of medicine a long time ago, and there are hundreds of tens of thousands. I don’t want to talk to you. I will earn you five agency fees for each bottle. Can you How much to give."

"I have no idea," Shang Chu tapped on the table, "help me find out, what is the lowest price that can keep me alive."

"Success," the old bachelor was very satisfied with his straightforwardness, "wait for the news!"

Shang Chu nodded, turned around and was about to leave when suddenly his eyes went dark again, he almost thought he was having an attack again, raised his hand and found that a coat had been thrown on his head.

"Put it on!" The old bachelor raised his feet and yawned loudly, "You smell like blood, aren't you afraid of attracting dogs?"

"Thank you." Shang Chu put on the big smelly coat that hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time, "I'll pay you back tomorrow."

"Return it after you wash it," the old bachelor asked shamelessly, "Go back to sleep—"

Shang Chu went back to take a shower and changed his clothes. There were more than ten missed calls on his mobile phone, all of which were from Bai Aize.

Only then did he remember that he thought his life was not long, and because he lost his mind due to too much blood loss, he sent a dying text message to Bai Aize in a daze.

Shang Chu hurriedly called back and told Bai Ai Ze that he had recited "Crossing Ling Ding Yang" early in the morning, and he felt emotional when he recited "Who has never died in life since ancient times? Keep the loyalty to reflect the history" and feel that life is bitter. Short, it is difficult to contribute to the country and the people, it is better to die like this!Just die while I'm young and haven't done anything bad, ah!What a quality, clean and clean!

His nonsense skills are top-notch, and Bai Aize didn't hear anything wrong, just felt that the little bastard was teasing him again early in the morning, he was relieved, and at the same time seriously emphasized to Shang Chu that there should be no such thing as "death" It's not good to just talk about this kind of thinking, or to recite poems and express emotions.

Shang Chu hurriedly responded, and said that my daughter-in-law Xiaobai is so handsome and handsome, how could I be willing to die? !

Bai Aize frowned, and rarely reprimanded him severely: "Don't say it."

Shang Chu begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, Second Young Master likes me so much, I have to be extremely careful, nothing will happen to me!"

He flirts with Bai Aize easily, and with his unscrupulous tone, even Bai Aize on the other end of the phone didn't realize that Shang Chu's words were full of solemnity and seriousness.

Two days later, the old bachelor came to the news that five bottles of the new drug, four hundred, had been circulating underground for some time, saying that it used less hormones and caused less damage to the glands.

Shang Chu said yes, and bought fifteen bottles of tea flavor in one go.

The numbers on the ledger fell sharply, and when they rose, the growth rate was slow. This fall was like falling back to before liberation overnight.

In addition, today, because Shang Lijun is a fool, he allocated 1000 yuan for nothing, and the little rich man was instantly beaten back to his original form, becoming a naked poor peasant.

"How is it?" Bai Aize saw Shang Chu muttering about the calculations, didn't say anything else, just teased in a relaxed tone, "What about the little rich man? Is it enough to treat me to a bowl of beef noodles? "

"Enough!" Shang Chukuo clapped his shoulders, "My wife's request must be fulfilled by Chu Chu's husband!"

"An extra beef?" Bai Aize raised his eyebrows and asked.

Shang Chu smiled mischievously, then rubbed Bai Aize's shoulder silently, and discussed: "Yes, yes, but can I share half of the beef?"

"Stupid." Bai Aize laughed and brushed Shang Chu's hair.

Supporting his shoulders, Shang Chu jumped onto Bai Aize's back, waved his arms and directed, "Xiaobai, get up!"

Bai Aize smiled, and walked with Shang Chu on his back in the dark alley at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, listening to Shang Chu muttering random words on his back, what kind of out-of-key tunes, messy idioms hodgepodge. , Later even memorized the ninety-nine multiplication table.

He seems to have inexhaustible energy, like a shining golden sun. Occasionally, when the haze covers the sunny day, he will shine more vigorously, dispelling the shadows with more dazzling and brilliant light.

Shang Chu is like a child, two cigarettes and one kiss can make him happy, how easy it is.

But Bai Aize knew that was not the case.

He has recited Shang Chu many times. In the past, it was Shang Chu who played around with him.

Bai Aize sometimes thinks, is there a time when Ah Chu can't move?

For example, on New Year's Eve, when I was sitting alone by the playground of the youth training base, or when I took off my sneakers and socks when I went to "Special" for the first time, or when I was at a loss when I first faced Bai Yu, or when I walked every time. When you reach the intersection, tell him not to send it away...

At this time, could Ah Chu really be unable to walk?

Just now, he was waiting outside the door of the tavern, when he suddenly heard a loud noise from inside, his heart tightened, and he thought that Shang Chu might not want him to intervene in his affairs, and he also believed that Shang Chu had the ability to handle everything , so I didn't go in for the first time.It wasn't until a man shouted from inside, saying that he had killed someone, that he felt something was wrong. After rushing into the room, he saw Shang Chu holding a knife in his hand. The blade was sharp and shone coldly under the fluorescent lamp. All stagnated.

He didn't even have time to think, his body took a step ahead of his consciousness, he stepped forward and grabbed Shang Chu's wrist.

Fortunately, he followed from the premiere, fortunately, he was waiting at the door, fortunately, he came in in time.

Ah Chu is not reckless, he will not do such a irrational thing, but what if?

It's only one ten-thousandth, but Bai Aize doesn't even dare to imagine it.

The situation at that time was not complicated, Bai Aize easily deduced what happened.

Although he has never met Shang Lijun, he can tell at a glance who is Ah Chu's father.

It was the one among the group of people that Shang Chudu had never seen with a single glance.

He could also see that Ah Chu really couldn't move anymore.

Bai Aize would rather Shang Chu be more self-willed and cowardly, and when the smog hits, it will rain happily to wash away the gloom thoroughly, and then let the sun rise as usual.

Bai Aize didn't know the way, and Shang Chu didn't show him the way, so they just wandered aimlessly in the alley.

"Am I heavy?" Shang Chu asked while shaking his calf.

Bai Aize replied truthfully: "Heavy."

"Fuck!" Shang Chu slapped him on the back with a smile, "Are you as honest as you!"

Bai Aize supported his thigh and shook: "I can move my back."

"Then carry it on for a while," Shang Chu wrapped his arms around his neck, lay lazily on his back, and tapped his fingers on his shoulders, "Do you know that a few days ago we Come and do ideological work for me."

"What did you say?" Bai Aize asked.

"If you want me not to go to the police academy," Shang Chu smugly showed off, "I wasted my grades in the police academy. Taking the heavy exam will add glory to the school!"

"It makes sense." Bai Aize said.

"Am I really good?" Shang Chu leaned into Bai Aize's ear, "Teachers and classmates all think I'm awesome, and the gang in the youth training camp also regard me as an idol. Do you think I'm very strong?"

"Yes, Ah Chu is very powerful." Bai Aize smiled.

"Then do you like me because I'm great?" Shang Chu asked again with a low voice.

"No." Bai Aize blurted out.

So Shang Chu smiled, leaning on his shoulder like a little mouse that ate candy, and then said after laughing for a while: "Then let me tell you something, don't tell anyone else, don't pass it on."

"Okay, I will keep my mouth shut." Bai Aize replied.

"I'm very tired sometimes," Shangchu sniffed, "Sometimes I want to...stop, but too many people push me, the whole world pushes me, I've already Can't stop."

Bai Aize's throat choked, and he heard Shang Chu's hoarse voice: "I was not born so awesome, hey, why do I say this, I'm not hypocritical, Bai Aize, you understand, I, I am... .....a bit tired."

"Ah Chu," Bai Aize carried him through an extremely narrow alley, "You can stop for a while, if you are tired, I will carry you on my back, like now."