Please don't use your ex-boyfriend in the doomsday routine

Facing the stares of his fellow prisoners, Fu Cheng was sent to the prison's VIP room.

Chen Chen refused to let go, because he wanted to fight this unreasonable official power to the end, and the result of the struggle was that he was crammed into a room with Fu Cheng.

Chen Chen grasped the antique wooden fence carved with aristocratic atmosphere by the window with both hands, and shouted: "Qin Yan! Qin—Colonel——let us out!! You are illegally imprisoned!"

The room stood glaring and out of place in the damp, gloom of a prison cell, like the satirical comparison of rich and poor in the New World.

The prisoners who have been here for a long time know that if they are pushed into this room one day, it means that they are not far from getting out of this cage.

The Humane League allows death row inmates to enjoy a sumptuous Last Supper before they die.

There was still a bit of pity for Fu Cheng and Chen Chen in their eyes, but when they heard the rebellious Chen Chen shouting, the pity disappeared immediately, and they went back to their nests to continue to be decadent.

Well, what kind of dude did something wrong again, let's come in and go through the process symbolically.

Fu Cheng sat down on the silk quilt casually, admiring the Chen style here, and said to Chen Chen: "Er Chen, come back quickly, lest people don't know that you are underage, right?"

Chen Chen turned his head and blushed and said, "I will be an adult in one month!"

He continued to act like a scholar who defended justice in ancient times, full of words: "Why did they imprison you?! You saved that group of people! That assistant still hurt and arrested people without law, I don't accept it..."

Fu Cheng raised his eyebrows, thinking, that's not true, because "that assistant" himself is the law of the alliance, the god of the alliance.

But there was a brat who didn't hesitate to beat him up, Fu Cheng was still very relieved, he said: "Don't shake it, the wood for that pane costs hundreds of thousands."

Chen Chen: "..."

He let go of his hand, wiped it with his sleeve in embarrassment, and said angrily with his face flushed, "Wait...when I make money, I will definitely demolish this place."

He returned to Fu Cheng dejectedly, complaining bitterly about all the irrationalities of the alliance, then suddenly remembered something, raised his head and asked, "...What is Er Chen?"

"Chen multiplies by two, which means you are a little chicken," Fu Cheng explained, picking up the kerosene lighter on the bedside table and playing with it. He wanted to take out a cigarette in his pocket, but he was found after a long time, and continued: "What's the matter, did you have a plan to go to Qingkong City? Do you want to earn a lot of money to improve the infrastructure?"

"I..." Chen Chen just wanted to refute Chen Xingyi, but the topic was changed in a daze, "I... have no plan."

Fu Cheng was addicted to cigarettes, he ran out of cigarettes on his body, rummaged through the bedside table again, and said, "What's the matter, little brother, you still plan to come to Qingkong City empty-handed."

Chen Chen: "...Yes."

Fu Cheng stopped his movements, looked at him, was silent for a while, and said, "Thank God for letting you come to jail with me. If you go out, you might not have this kind of accommodation treatment."

He suddenly discovered that Chen Chen was not only a second grader, but also a second grader, and the inspirational plot of coming to Qingkong City with a dream to start from scratch had long been written by a novelist.If this unrealistic fantasy can come true, there won't be so many people disqualified from living in Qingkong City every year because they are extremely below the poverty line of New World residents.

Waste of immigration permits.

Chen Chen: "I..."

Seeing his flushed face, Fu Cheng said, "What are you?"

Chen Chen: "I want... I want to meet the alliance lord. I think I have some ideas in researching new drugs that are similar to him. As long as I can meet him... I think I can enter the alliance research institute... ..."

Fu Cheng: "..."

He said: "You can't say this is a fantasy anymore, you are a delusion in a fantasy. Can the identity of the alliance lord be exposed casually? At that time, it will not be a question of whether you can stay in Qingkong City, but whether you can stay in Qingkong City." Problems that cannot stay in this world..."

Fu Cheng frowned as he spoke.

He himself had some doubts about how Shi Zhou's identity was exposed.

Chen Chen's head was persuaded even lower by what he said, and he whispered: "I'm sorry..."

Fu Cheng: "What apologies, it's not wrong."

Chen Chen choked.

When he first came to a foreign land with nothing, he encountered a lot of injustice and thrills. He was still in prison and dreaming about the uncertain future. Suddenly, he wanted to cry, and the wound on his face hurt.

Chen Chen cried: "I'm just an idiot... I can't do anything well... Woo..."

Seeing him suddenly choked up, Fu Cheng was at a loss: "..."

Fu Laogou thought that he was being cruel, and suddenly felt a little bit guilty. He supported his back and tried to comfort him: "Well... don't be sad, you still have dreams, in case they come true one day Isn't it... you go to those free schools to engage in medical majors to register for a name, take a course and get a certificate, maybe someday you will use it..."

Chen Chen cried and said: "I... I followed the teacher who came down to investigate after I finished my studies, and got my white card and immigration certificate... I don't know what the white card is for..."

Fu Cheng: "..."

Generally, permanent professors with a doctoral degree or above in the top [-] universities in Qingkong City have the right to give students a "white card".Getting a white card means that the master believes that you can become a teacher or have the ability to conduct research on your own.

"White card" is the highest honor in the intellectual community.

Fu Cheng was startled, he was still thinking about Chen Chen looking helpless, how did he get his immigration certificate...

This little chick got a white card before he was an adult... he is actually a fucking student!

Fu Cheng quickly corrected his words and deeds just now, saying: "You...don't belittle yourself, this white card is still useful..."

Chen Chen said in a daze, "What's the use?"

Fu Cheng: "Who is your mentor?"

Chen Chen thought for a while, and said, "The teacher said... he is... the former president of August Institute of Technology?"

Fu Cheng once again: "..."

Aoli is the No. [-] university in Qingkong City, a place of various talents, rich in upper-level officials of the alliance.

If he remembered correctly, the former headmaster was the head of the Qin family who had been missing for a long time, the father of Colonel Qin, and Qin Yan's father.

Fu Cheng immediately said, "Don't tell anyone about this."

Chen Chen wiped away tears, sniffled his nose, and said, "Why..."

Fu Cheng still hasn't forgotten that he came here to carry out a mission, although he was already prepared to fail.

If he went back with an important clue about the whereabouts of the family members of the alliance executives, at least he wouldn't die too badly.

It is said that this new drug research project was proposed by Qin Ke, the former principal, because he offended someone, and ended up with no news. Qin Yan has been looking for him for many years

Fu Cheng lied casually, and said, "Well, this university is actually so-so. It is ranked relatively high because of the alliance as a backer. This... the former principal is not outstanding... His white card is also not good. It's useless."

Chen Chen said: "Huh?" Chen Chen's first impression of the alliance was already bad, and his words just matched his thoughts. With red eyes, he took out the white card with the simple and retro design "Auguste" skin , the creamy white one was engraved with bronzing Qin Ke's signature, the university's seal, and a paragraph of Latin that Fu Cheng couldn't understand anyway.

Chen Chen just touched the signature on it, as if he was missing his teacher, and then raised his hand to throw it away. Fu Cheng didn't expect him to be so straightforward, so he quickly stopped him and took it as his own.

He said, "Don't, Er Chen."

Chen Chen said: "It's useless..."

Fu Cheng stuffed the card into his pocket and said, "Er Chen, can you trust me?"

Chen Chen said without hesitation, "I believe."

Fu Cheng patted his head, and said: "Then brother will keep this thing for you first, don't say anything, and then... I will find a way to let you enter the alliance's research institute, okay?"

Chen Chen was surprised: "Brother, do you have a solution?!"

Fu Cheng smiled and said, "I'm also related..."

Suddenly there was a sneer from outside the house.

Chen Chen stretched his head towards the source of the sound in doubt, while Fu Cheng tensed up.

The voice is that of a man, lazy and lingering.Said: "If your 'relationship' knows that you are slandering the executives of the alliance behind their backs, maybe they will not protect you."

Fu Cheng didn't expect that there were two VIP cells, and the other suite was separated by a small wooden window that could be closed.

At this moment, the window was open, and the man with half-long hair and curly hair was lying on the window sill, with an unburned cigarette in his mouth, pointing to the lighter in Fu Cheng's hand, and said, "Friend, borrow a light."

Fu Cheng suppressed his hippie smile, changed into a tense and serious face, and remained silent.

This person is not at all like a prisoner who is about to die, but more like a person who is "like" them and comes to go through the process with "someone above".If he had heard what he said just now...

Chen Chen said: "Hello..."

The man held his cheeks, soft as if he had no bones, and smiled with some romance in an opera. With his index and middle fingers together, he blew a small kiss on his lips, and replied: "Hello."

The man said as if nothing had happened: "The things in the two rooms are common. The last friend took the fire and forgot to return it and left."

Chen Chen probably felt that it was embarrassing to cry in front of strangers, so he wiped away his tears and replied, "Oh."

Fu Cheng said: "Er Chen."

Chen Chen: "Huh?"

Fu Cheng: "Ask the soldiers outside for me if you can take a bath here. If you can, bring me a bucket of water."

He lifted his collar and said, "I've made a lot of dirty stuff and haven't had time to clean it up."

Chen Chen felt that it made sense, and walked out obediently.

When I opened the door, I was stunned outside for a moment, and then broke down: "The door is open?! Then what did I call for a long time?"

Fu Cheng didn't speak until he heard that Chen Chen had successfully negotiated with a guard soldier and his voice gradually faded away.

"Friend, borrow a cigarette."

The man smiled. He was wearing a shirt with wide sleeves and cuffs - like the home clothes of a noble prince. Then he took out a cigarette from his breast pocket and handed it to Fu Cheng.

Fu Cheng took it and took it in his mouth. After lighting it, he spit out a mouthful of mist to relieve his addiction. He walked over and lit it for the man.

The man's jaw line is very graceful, he is smoking a cigarette, watching the fire light beating slowly.

Fu Cheng said: "What conditions."

The man exhaled smoke, smiled lightly, and said: "That kid treats you, Chicheng, so cutely stupid. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to bear it."

Fu Cheng smiled: "It's not a good habit to eavesdrop on people."

He laughed at himself: "You don't treat me as a human being." The man got up from the window sill, looked at Fu Cheng, and answered the first question: "No conditions, I have no feelings for these things."

Only then did Fu Cheng heave a sigh of relief, and asked, "What happened?"

The man said: "The next offense is the next one."

Fu Cheng chuckled: "Who did it offend?"

The corner of the man's eyes rolled when he laughed: "The lord of the alliance."

Fu Cheng: "..."

Fu Cheng admired: "Since you can still stand here, it seems that you are also a 'relationship' person?"

The man smiled without saying a word.

Fu Cheng stretched out his hand, first reported a pseudonym he made up now, and said, "Chen Fu."

The man slapped his palm and said, "Meng Guang."

As soon as the name came to his ears, Fu Cheng's memories instantly flowed through.

He said without changing his face: "It's a pleasure to meet you."