[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

After the beating in Fengzhen, he packed his backpack and went home. Before he left, he didn't forget to take away the tools that helped him "commit the crime".

Fengzhen was insulted, the first action was to find out the source of the rumors.

He can be said to be a man of the hour in school.

It is normal for someone to be jealous of someone who studies well, develops motor nerves, and looks good.

But he felt that under normal circumstances, no one would specifically come up with rumors such as "being adopted by a man" to frame a boy.

Because homosexuality is not tolerated in this era, and homosexuality is not common. Among high school students, the probability of homosexuality being mentioned is very low.

He basically identified Ji Yu as the man behind the scenes.

Because Ji Yu is very vengeful, we can get a glimpse of it from his behavior towards Nuo Yan.

If he knew the role he played in Nuo Yan's proposal to break up, he would never remain indifferent.

Apparently Nuoyan also thinks so, so he will remind him when he leaves.

He also kept waiting for Ji Yu's action.

And the opponent's methods were as disgusting and effective as ever.

Rejecting the kindness of several classmates including Zhang Junwei, Feng Zhen investigated the matter alone.

After deliberately bumping into the scene where several people were spreading rumors, threatening several times, and following the clues, Fengzhen found the source of the rumors.

It was a classmate, originally his opposite bed, the glasses that had had conflicts with him.

The glasses actually have a nice name, Shen Zhiyu.

But Feng Zhen couldn't remember his name all the time. To be precise, he could remember the name but it didn't match his face, so he kept calling him glasses. Slowly, "glasses" became his nickname.

The whole class called him that.

Under the threat of violence, Glasses spit everything out.

He has always secretly hated Fengzhen. After Ji Yu transferred to another school, he knew that he and Fengzhen were not on good terms. He once made good friends with him and had a good relationship with him.

Some time ago, Ji Yu sent someone to look for him, asked him to help, and gave him a number of recommended places for undergraduate colleges.

He couldn't bear the temptation, and he really wanted to see Fengzhen suffer, so he agreed.

As for the luxury cars and wealthy businessmen behind him, he didn't know.

As for Fengzhen, it is enough to confirm that Ji Yu did it.

...

"Snapped-!"

A slap was slapped hard on the face, the smell of iron permeated the whole mouth, and the corners of Feng Zhen's mouth were bleeding.

"Do you have a brain?!"

Father Feng roared wildly, and sprinted around the room like a trapped animal.

"There are tens of thousands of ways to solve problems in the world, but you just use a trick that hurts the enemy a thousand and hurts yourself eight hundred!"

"Have you considered the consequences?!"

"Do you still think about your future?!"

"Have you ever thought that you accidentally beat someone to death?!"

... "I'll be careful with my actions, and that person will be fine."

"you-!"

Father Feng was furious again, and he felt all the blood rushing to his brain, his head buzzed, and the blood vessels in his scalp seemed to burst open.

He was so dizzy that he held on to the chair to support his body.

At this time, a bell rang, Feng's mother picked up the phone, looked at her husband worriedly, "...it's the school's phone number."

Feng's father asked for favors to find a relationship, and pleaded with the principal, but was always rejected.

In the end, an old classmate who had a relationship with a certain director of the Education Bureau leaked the news to him only after several visits by him.

The above does not refer to the Municipal Education Bureau.

Father Feng returned home worried, his exhausted spirit never resting.

The tone of the old classmate's words... seemed to point him, the province or even a higher order, to severely punish his children.

He let out a deep breath. Apart from anger and exhaustion, there was also an emotion stuck in his chest that would linger for a long time.

He is feeling sorry for his child.

He and the child's mother have never had strict requirements on their son, and they have basically been freed from childhood.

His idea is that if the family has some money and a few shops, even if his son cannot find a job in the future, he can still rely on a few shops to make ends meet. There is no need to work so hard like his generation.

However, if their son wants to make progress, they are of course happy.

He knows how hard his son has worked hard in the past two years. He has grown from the bottom of the top class in the key middle school to the number one in the class and even the grade. Every bit of progress in this process is condensed with hard work and hard work.

……Now……

The bedroom door opened, and Feng's father, who was pinching his forehead in the dining room, turned his head, met his son's gaze, and pulled the corner of his lips reluctantly, "Dad has no skills, and I haven't found anyone who can talk, school..."

"Persuade."

Feng's father's eyes were red, he turned his head to prevent his son from seeing him, and then he still couldn't help scolding him.

"What's the big deal, you want to beat someone? If you have to, you won't find an opportunity to put a sack on him when no one sees it?! If you don't care about the future, you will only lose yourself Do you know! Why do you have to do it with a real knife?!"

"I regret it now! I regret spoiling you since I was a child! If you have been strictly disciplined, even teaching a nerd is better than being fired for committing a crime..."

Father Feng became more and more excited as he spoke, the veins on his neck bulged, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Feng Zhen held his arm.

"Dad." He yelled "Dad" very naturally, unlike the beginning when he couldn't yell at all.

He was very calm, and he didn't seem to be sad about the result of being dismissed by the school.

"Since you have never had any high demands on me, what difference does it make if I drop out of school now, or wait until the college entrance examination is over and go home to eat the old man?"

"So what if you go to college? Will you be successful? Will you live a better life than everyone else?"

Feng Zhen sat down, leaned against the back of the chair as if he had no bones, held a lighter in his hand, and played with the lid, as if he liked to hear such crisp sounds.

Father Feng didn't like to listen to his theory, so he said bitterly, "Don't play tricks, if you really think so, then you still work so hard? Don't you read during the day and at night?!"

The sound of "crack", "crack", "crack" and "crack" from the lighter kept ringing in his ears, and Feng's father was so annoyed that he wanted to grab it and throw it out.

Just when he was about to take action, he saw his son, and he closed the lid of the lighter with a "click", with a serious expression on his face.

"I read because I want to read, and I work because I need to study. It's not for college entrance examinations, nor for finding a job after graduation and earning hard money."

"I study, just for the sake of learning."

Feng Zhen smiled, looking arrogant and flamboyant, "It doesn't matter if you haven't graduated from high school, I'll show you how to be a talent."

Although such a son is very handsome, my father scoffed at this sentence.

In his opinion, this is the performance of a child who insists on speaking hard when he is frustrated, and it is just a moment of enthusiasm.

He still has deep worries about his son in his heart, and he always feels that this brat will not stop.

Sure enough, as Feng Zhen said, the glasses healed quickly.

He looked miserable, but they were basically traumatic, the extent of which was equivalent to a fall on the concrete floor.

His parents didn't believe it, and insisted on asking the hospital to do a full-body examination from inside to outside, from top to bottom.

The final conclusion is that mild trauma does not require hospitalization.

Not only his parents, but also the teachers couldn't believe it.

After all, at that time, the glasses were covered with blood, the body was wet, and it was definitely not an illusion that there was more air than air.

Feng Zhen received a call from Zhang Junwei, saying that the glasses had come to class, and he was fine.

"This kid is so cunning," he commented on him. "It seemed that the day was about to pass, as if he had suffered an unparalleled injury, and he healed in just one day? His acting skills are amazing, the world owes him an Oscar... "

Feng Zhen smiled, torture to extract a confession, there are many ways to make a person hurt to the extreme, and the scars can't be seen from the outside, those methods are enough to break through a person's shame, he is sure that the glasses don't have the guts to tell others where the injury is.

Feng Zhen was wandering, humming occasionally as a response, and when Zhang Junwei stopped, he said, "You can help me with something."

"Who to beat? As long as you give me an order, I promise to hit wherever." Zhang Junwei's excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

"This thing doesn't need violence."

"Ah—?" Zhang Junwei raised his voice in disappointment.

"Let you experience the exhilaration of a money-spreading boy."

Feng Zhen's usual casual tone was still in his ears, and Zhang Junwei shuddered slightly as an electric current rushed from his back, as if he had already felt the excitement in advance.