After binding the system I was forced to dress in women [Quick Transmigration]

Zheng Yuan still left, and the days of the third year of high school came as scheduled, the god of learning, Xu Mingyou, unexpectedly failed again, and stayed in Class [-] to continue the tribulation.

Everyone is studying so hard that they can't wait to finish their three meals a day and sleep at their desks. When they hear the news, they just sigh and sink into the ocean of knowledge and cannot extricate themselves.

The countdown blackboard was hung up at the front of the classroom early on. Every day, the students on duty would take off the small blackboard, wipe it carefully, and then push the day forward one day. Yu Fu looked at the numbers getting smaller day by day, lowered his head and continued brush questions.

The days are tumbling in the endless sea of ​​questions, and the classroom is filled with a sense of oppressive suffocation, which makes people breathless.

After Xu Mingyou finished writing a set of papers, he put down his pen and rubbed his sore eyes. The person next to him didn't know what kind of problem he had encountered, and kept his head down. The pen in his hand was almost broken by him.

He stretched out his hand, patted the boy's head lightly, and was very embarrassed when he opened his mouth: "You don't even know this question?"

Yu Fu reacted slowly and turned his face away, his eyes could not be opened, there were several black marks drawn by strokes on his face, his voice was full of sleepiness, and his soft nasal voice was heavy: "Huh? What's wrong? "

The corners of Xu Mingyou's eyes twitched, fuck!He is asleep!

He slapped the boy's head back, and said impatiently and coldly: "It's nothing, just keep sleeping."

Yu Fu's reaction was very slow when he was sleepy, and before he got up out of breath, he obediently said "oh" and leaned against the table with his furry head in his arms, obediently like a puppy.

The corners of Xu Mingyou's mouth curled up, and his eyes softened.

After school, he packs up his things and goes home as soon as possible. Grandpa’s medicine must be taken strictly according to the time. He will arrange everything before going out every morning, spend time at noon to go home to take care of him, and go back as soon as possible in the afternoon.

This kind of life has been going on for several years, and he has long been used to it. On the way, he met his former neighbor, Grandma Zhou, who was selling eggs, and she insisted on stuffing him with a few. He politely declined, but the old man was not happy.

"Just a few eggs, if you don't want me again, I will be angry!"

Seeing that the old man was really angry, Xu Mingyou thanked him earnestly and bid farewell to Grandma Zhou. Home was just ahead. He thought of someone's painted face today, so he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.

The walls of the corridor are still bustling, the curses on the walls are constantly emerging, and new routines are emerging one after another. He has never paid attention to these, and walked upstairs without squinting, but as soon as he saw the door of the house, he broke out in a cold sweat.

The door of his house was forcibly pried open, the wreckage of the door lock and lock picking tools were scattered on the floor in a mess, the eggs fell to the ground, and the egg liquid covered the dust on the ground, and people rushed in with great strides inside the door.

Everything in the house was smashed and fell to the ground in all directions. The sound of something breaking came from the room, mixed with weird and distorted laughter. Xu Mingyou's mind was blank, and he didn't have time to think about whether there would be any danger. , controlled the trembling hands and rushed over.

The scene in front of him made him feel cold all over his body. His grandfather fell to the ground, the bedding and pillows on the bed were torn to pieces, spread messily on the ground, cotton lint was scattered all over the ground, and a man was chopping with a kitchen knife. Looking at the cabinet, he laughed happily while chopping.

When Xu Jiancheng heard the sound of someone coming, he stopped his hands and turned around. The twist on his face hadn't been completely suppressed. When he saw it was him, he greeted him with a smile on his face: "Mingyou, you're back."

Xu Mingyou's heart contracted uncontrollably, and the childhood nightmare seemed to come back again. He tried his best to maintain his composure, his eyes turned to the knife in the man's hand, and said softly: "Yes."

The smile on Xu Jiancheng's face grew wider. He looked no different from an ordinary father waiting for his child to go home. He pulled Xu Mingyou into the house with a natural expression, and asked as he walked, "Are you tired at school? Pay attention to rest." , I remember you are about to take the senior high school entrance examination, have you decided which high school to go to?"

Xu Mingyou responded casually, holding his hand that was extremely cold, tightly gripping his wrist, his nails almost digging into his flesh, he was thinking about his grandfather, but he didn't dare to act rashly, Xu Jiancheng had a knife in his hand , He went crazy and had no humanity at all, he could do anything.

He pretended to glance casually at the people on the ground, and said, "Grandpa is not in good health, why did he sleep on the ground?"

Xu Jiancheng said "Ah", as if he had just realized the people on the ground, he seemed to have thought about it with great difficulty, and then he remembered that there seemed to be such a thing, so he laughed: "Yeah, how could I forget."

He let go of Xu Mingyou's hand, lowered his head and said gently to the old man on the ground, "Dad, why are you sleeping on the floor? I'll help you up." He put down the knife in his hand, and reached out to help the old man. Xu Mingyou's eyes turned cold, it's now!

He strode over, kicked Xu Jiancheng to the side with a flying kick, and then rode on his back extremely fast, grabbed his hand with one hand and pressed him to the ground, and pulled the broken piece with the other. The sheets quickly bound his hands and feet.

He gasped heavily, his movements were firm and he did not dare to slack off at all, Xu Jiancheng also reacted, turned his head to look at him, and asked in confusion: "Mingyou, what are you doing?"

Xu Mingyou didn't respond to him, he went to the side to help his grandfather up, and called out a few words in a low voice. He was relieved a little after getting a response from the old man. He was worried that Xu Jiancheng would break free, so he kicked the kitchen knife away, went back and squatted down, Staring at him coldly, his voice seemed to be soaked in ice for thousands of years: "How many times have I said, don't torture us again!"

Xu Jiancheng's spirit was still not normal, he laughed lowly, the muscles on his face were convulsed unnaturally, looking at Xu Mingyou with indescribable viciousness in his eyes, his voice seemed crazy: " Torture? You have my blood flowing in your body, don't even try to get rid of me in this life hahaha..."

Xu Mingyou punched him in the face, growling: "Who the hell cares about your dirty blood! I wish I hadn't been born!"

After Xu Jiancheng was beaten, he laughed even more happily. He spat out the blood in his mouth, and the light in his eyes was strange and bright: "Dirty? Then you are not as dirty as me hahaha! So is Xu Qin, that bitch, mine Same ha ha ha ha!"

Xu Mingyou's sanity lost control and was burnt by anger again, and he punched him with fists to the flesh, Xu Jiancheng struggled desperately, with vicious curses coming out of his mouth, but when he cursed, his whole body suddenly He twitched abnormally, and even rolled his eyes, blood from his mouth mixed with saliva flowed out.

Xu Mingyou realized that something was wrong and stopped his hands. Xu Jiancheng's body began to tremble violently, and snot and saliva flowed down his cheeks to the ground. He cried out in pain, and kept scratching with his bound hands. Burst convex

Xu Mingyou was taken aback, this is... drug addiction?

Half an hour later, the police car roared away from the dilapidated community. Xu Mingyou sat on the ground blankly holding his mobile phone. A policeman closed his notepad and said to him: "Thank you for your cooperation. There may be more follow-up. There will be some investigations that need your help, so I won’t bother you today, goodbye.”

Everyone left, Xu Mingyou sat in a mess, leaning his head back on the edge of the bed, until the phone beeped, the stagnant brain started to spin, and a message came in.

[Gu Da foolish: Your heart is so black, I was so embarrassed that you didn't tell me, I was laughed at all the way and didn't tell me all the way, and I was teased by my family for a long time when I got home! 】

Xu Mingyou thought again of that man's troubled and mentally retarded face, holding the mobile phone, bending his knees, and buried his head on his knees.

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Today is a good day for Yu Fu. He received a notice from the organizer of the art competition last week that his painting won the first prize in the group and will be exhibited in today's art exhibition with other award-winning works. The same masterpieces Have a charity sale together, and the money will be donated to charity organizations.

He calculated the time, the art exhibition started from 10:5 am to [-]:[-] pm, and he could see many masterpieces if he went earlier, so after the second class, he packed up and planned to skip the rest of the class.

He stood up with his schoolbag in his arms, glanced at Xu Mingyou next to him, and felt that something was wrong with this person, and he was covered with heavy gloom from head to toe.

He stopped walking, and started to do daily brain supplements in his mind, what's wrong with this person, wasn't he fine yesterday?It can't be me saying that he is black-hearted and angry, that would be too stingy!

Yu Fu thought that he was very suitable for the setting of the sunshine boy, and the character set was always standing steadily. In order to express his meticulous care for his classmates, he lightly knocked on Xu Mingyou's table and said, "Student Xu, are you Not happy?"

Xu Mingyou raised his head to look at him, there were two black eye circles on his face, he looked sad and tired, he wanted to speak but found his voice was hoarse, so he coughed lightly and said, "What's the matter?"

Yu Fu smiled, his eyes moved, as if to seduce a boy from a good family: "Do you want to skip class with me and go somewhere?"

Xu Mingyou was dragged into a taxi, and when he came to the place without knowing it, he found out that it was an art exhibition. Gu Xizhao was very excited when he arrived here, excitedly shuttled among the various works, and would meet with him from time to time. What are people around you talking about.

Xu Mingyou didn't really like to join in the fun, and he didn't want to go to places with many people, so he looked at it by himself. He found a place with few people, and there was a row of exquisitely framed paintings on the wall, and he had never heard of the signatures. The most famous people should be some little-known painters. Although the paintings are exquisite, they must not be as popular as masterpieces.

He had something on his mind, so he couldn't tell the mood to appreciate it, and looked at it like a horse on a horse, but when he walked to the end of the wall, a painting deeply attracted his attention.

In the very center of this painting, a demon leaps on top of it, with its body slightly upturned. Its head has two faces, one ferocious and the other serene. Under the feet of the ferocious side is an endless abyss, and a terrifying and twisted arm is raised from the abyss. , was burnt to black by the intense red lotus karmic fire, but still wanted to grab his ankles and drag him down, while the serene side was the arms raised upwards, as if hugging something in the void persistently, but Wherever he touched, his fingertips seemed to have been weathered, gradually turning into spots of light.

He seemed to be sucked into the painting, unable to recover for a long time, his heart trembling for no reason.

A familiar voice rang in his ear with a smile: "Do you like this painting?"

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