The beautiful boy is disobedient, take over!

At the beginning of the entanglement with Ling Zhigang, Zhong Ming was at a disadvantage. The reason why he was at a disadvantage was that he had never figured out one thing, that is, he did not understand the complexity of society and only thought about the legal system under the five-star banner The society, the society is harmonious. I don't know how many shameless people there are under the glamor on the surface of this society.He thought that all the good people in the 21st century society were not clear enough about Ling Zhigang's insidiousness and means.In other words, he had expected too much of this society before, and when he suddenly saw the ugly and unknown scene under this society, he was frightened and a little at a loss.

People like Ling Zhigang are beyond his cognitive level, and he has never come into contact with such people before, whether it is Ling Zhigang in the underworld or Ling Zhigang on the stage.He was so frightened that Ling Zhigang took advantage of the emptiness and entered.

But Zhong Ming was not overwhelmed by reality, because he was born late, so the first thing he learned from childhood was how to say goodbye to his beloved relatives one by one. Parting from life to death is very painful, but it also made him feel sad. He grows, making him stronger than he appears on the outside.It also made him understand that no matter how bad the day is, he still has to go on.

He's back at school, classes have started,

In the first class, he was still full of worries, but in the second class, he threw his worries away.Zhong Ming is one of the very few students who regard learning as fun. He can forget everything when he is fascinated by learning, and he seems to be a bit hungry for knowledge.Zhang Yuanyuan sat and watched beside him, and asked, "Where did you go today, I haven't seen you all morning?"

"There is something wrong with my family." Taking advantage of the recess time, he quickly borrowed Zhang Yuanyuan's handwriting and copied it again. Zhang Yuanyuan said aside: "By the way, I almost forgot. Came to school, but you are not here, she asked you to call her back when you have time, and she said that your phone is always disconnected. "

Zhong Ming hurriedly took out his mobile phone, only to realize that his mobile phone was lost, and he looked into the schoolbag again, Zhang Yuanyuan asked, "What's wrong?"

"I seem to have lost my phone." He thought about it carefully, and remembered that when he was at Ling Zhigang's house, Ling Zhigang had pressed him on the bed and "bullied" him, and the phone might have been dropped at that time.He scratched his hair, and asked Zhang Yuanyuan, "Can I use your mobile phone?"

Zhang Yuanyuan handed him the phone, and he hurried out to the corridor outside, and called his mother: "My classmate said you came to see me?"

"Dudiu!" Unexpectedly, mother Zhong yelled loudly when she heard his voice: "After you left with your boss, I went to pack the things that were delivered. There was a lot of money in a hard box. How is this going?"

Zhong Ming turned pale: "Money?

Zhong Ming didn't know how to answer for a moment: "I don't know either, why don't I put it in our house first, I'll ask my boss..."

"You child, why don't you know this?"

Zhong Ming was upset, so he hurriedly said perfunctorily: "Okay, that's it, I'm going to class, I'll wait for Ran to say anything later, hang up!"

After he hung up the phone, he wanted to call Ling Zhigang, but he didn't know Ling Zhigang's mobile phone number.After returning to the classroom, he has been in a bad mood. The money made him feel that he was indeed taken care of, which made him feel humiliated and confused.

He just gave in like this, he was really not reconciled, but if he was asked to fight, he didn't know what to do, he was at a loss.

At the beginning, Ling Zhigang used a money offensive plus a little threat, which seemed to be quite effective.Zhong Ming was listless, lying on the table and pivoting the edge of the table.The teacher on the podium was still talking about what postmodernism is, and he turned his gaze out of the window again. The sky outside was gray, just like his mood.