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The changing light was blocked by a man. He was tall, half a head taller than Jiang Jing, and his black windbreaker made his figure even more upright. Although he was smiling, he gave a vague sense of oppression.

"Let go." The boy in the peaked cap looked sullen, "Stop meddling in your own business."

Ji Shurong was unmoved, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up: "To be honest, I don't really want to care about it, but this is after all at the entrance of the bar, and fighting will affect the business."

He restrained the boy's arm without any visible effort, and it could even be said that he was able to handle it with ease, no matter how hard the opponent struggled, he would not let go, and he could quickly avoid the kick that was coming towards him.

"Skills are not bad, but don't waste your energy, you can't beat me." Ji Shurong let go of his hand as he spoke, and caught a glimpse of the boy about to move again from the corner of his eyes. He straightened his clothes and said without raising his head: "Dozens of them!" If you don't leave, I will call the police."

The voice did not pause at all: "Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

……

The phone rang suddenly, and Jiang Jing, who was leaning against the wall, barely opened his eyes. Seeing that it was a call from an online car-hailing driver, he took a deep breath and picked it up, and hung up after a while.

The surrounding area is much quieter, and the person who came to find fault has disappeared.Only then did Jiang Jing's dull reflexes come to him. He looked to the side, and the man was about to turn around and leave.

Do you want to say something?

Jiang Jing hesitated to speak, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his lips.

He has never encountered such a situation. He has always helped others to vent his anger, or never begged for mercy when he fought alone and lost. This is the first time he has been helped.

Although it's a bit embarrassing, but he is still a stranger, and it is estimated that there will be no intersection in the future.Just throw it away, no matter what happens next.

Jiang Jing cleared his throat, and just as he said "thank you", the man who walked two steps turned sideways and smiled at him.

"You seem to be reluctant?"

Jiang Jing choked, fastened his fingers unconsciously to the belt of his schoolbag, and looked aside: "No, thank you."

Just after finishing speaking, a white car slowly stopped beside the road, and its lights flickered.

Jiang Jing picked up his schoolbag, walked over quickly with his head down, didn't look at Ji Shurong again, and got into the car without saying a word.

The driver was still confirming his information at the front, but Jiang Jing didn't listen, and gave a absent-minded "hmm".Before the car started, he couldn't help leaning closer to the window and looking out.

The man hadn't left yet, he was just taking out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up, sliding his phone with one hand, not knowing what he was looking at.

Suddenly he paused, raised his head as if feeling something, and looked in this direction.

Jiang Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he looked away instantly.

Hell, does this guy have eyes on the top of his head?

The deranged brain and stomach left him no time to think about other things, Jiang Jing threw his head back into the back seat, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After about ten minutes, the car stopped suddenly.

"Here we are," said the driver.

Jiang Jing got out of the car feebly carrying his schoolbag, the street was empty, and the dim light cast his shadow very long.

I could have taken the elevator, but it happened that there was a breakdown in the past few days.

When Jiang Jing climbed to the third floor, he felt like he was about to die. After finally reaching the fifth floor, he tripped over the carpet in front of the door.

"boom!"

"Fuck!"

Jiang Jing covered his forehead, and grinningly took out the key to open the door. He didn't even bother to turn on the light, and walked to the bathroom gropingly, throwing up in the dark.

He lay by the pool for a full half an hour, almost vomiting out his internal organs.

The house is quiet, only the gurgling of the water.When I went out in the morning, I didn't draw the curtains, the moonlight was completely blocked, and even the things in front of me were hazy in the darkness.

Jiang Jing, as if his bones had been taken out, slowly slumped on the ground leaning against the wall, and he recovered after a while.

"Hiss..." He touched the corner of his forehead, the bandage fell off at some point, and the scar that hadn't healed was swollen again.

Pain is pain, you can't die.

Jiang Jing didn't care anymore, stood up with the floor propped up, and staggered towards the bedroom.

"Kangdang--" "Boom--" "Kacha--"

The road in less than a few steps was quite bumpy, and I didn't know what I bumped into or crushed. Jiang Jing seemed to have never heard of it, and just plunged into the bed to sleep.

He was so sleepy that he passed out as soon as he touched the pillow.

In the dream, there were all kinds of bizarre scenes, and the nightmare was accompanied by bouts of headaches, which made him frown involuntarily.

Suddenly, all the pictures faded, and the familiar scene gradually became clear.

He seemed to be six or seven years old again, holding an Ultraman and staying in place, the fear rising from the soles of his feet made him cry loudly.

"Hey... I didn't cry, why are you crying?"

A hand gently rubbed the top of his hair, and a disgustingly thick blood rushed to his face.

He saw the man's hand hanging by his side, with blood dripping down the fingertips, forming a small pool of blood on the ground.

The gangsters with knives had already run away, the sound of sirens pierced the sky, and the ambulance carried away the victim who fell on the ground.

"Stand here and don't run around, wait for the parents to come to you." The boy explained briefly, raised his injured hand, and turned away from his sight.

At that time, he was so frightened by the sudden change that his mind went blank, he couldn't say thank you, and he didn't know the boy's name.

It was the boy who held the dagger that stabbed him tightly and saved his life.

Jiang Jing in the dream didn't hesitate, and tried his best to catch up, but he couldn't catch up.

He didn't stop until he was exhausted from running.

In fact, what the boy didn't know was that he ran out to play secretly that day, and his parents didn't look for him. In the end, the passing police took him home.

It would be better to be stabbed to death, Jiang Jing thought.

He turned over in the dark, his frown tightened even more.

The headache caused by a hangover is not something ordinary people can bear, especially Jiang Jing, who is in poor health and is willing to show off. Getting up the next day is like Ling Chi.

If it weren't for the teacher always threatening him with calling his parents, Jiang Jing really wanted to skip all his high school classes.

But no matter how arrogant he is, he has to wear his school uniform obediently, and no matter how irritable he is, he has to carry his schoolbag to school.

The homework was not stamped, and the schoolbag was mostly soaked in wine, and when I picked it up, it smelled like alcohol.

"It's stupid." Jiang Jing rubbed his temples and rolled his eyes, and dumped the few remaining books in his schoolbag on the bed.

He only has this schoolbag. If he doesn't take the book, the teacher in charge must ask his parents to give it to him.

In the end, Jiang Jing took out a plastic bag from under the bed, carried a bag of books, and went to school with a murderous look of "no strangers allowed".

The attached high school is a key high school in the city, and its time management is stricter than other schools. The dean patrols the school gate on time every day, and if he catches someone who is late, he will give a shit.

For a recidivist like Jiang Jing, the director would have a toothache when he saw it.

Half an hour later, Jiang Jing entered the class as if nothing had happened, and received many surprised looks as soon as he entered.

Zhao Yu burst out laughing and slapped the table.

Jiang Jing's mind was still buzzing, and he said impatiently, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Yu looked at the plastic bag in his hand and said, "Brother Jiang, you look quite unique in picking up waste."

"..." Jiang Jing put the bag on the table expressionlessly, opened the stool and sat down, took off his coat skillfully to cover his head, closed his eyes and said, "Don't bother me, I want to sleep."

The class was silent for a moment while watching the excitement, for fear of offending the plague god.

Zhao Yu and Li Fan also drank a lot yesterday, but they seemed to be in good spirits.Zhao Yu said clearly: "Brother Jiang, didn't you drink some hangover soup? My mother gave me two hangover medicines this morning, and there is one left. Would you like to take it?"

It was originally an ordinary word of concern, but I don't know which word hit Jiang Jing's pain point.

He opened his eyes suddenly, his gloomy gaze was as real as he said in a cold voice: "Go away, don't blame me for being rude if you say one more word."

Zhao Yu's face froze, and when he was about to say something, Li Fan grabbed his shoulders and whispered in his ear: "Okay, stop talking, let him sleep."

Zhao Yu exhaled, and muttered, "What kind of temper."

Li Fan seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just patted Zhao Yu on the shoulder and returned to his seat.

Jiang Jing basically didn't listen to the class for a day, and fell asleep on the table, and the teachers of the various subjects didn't bother to care about him, so he just turned a blind eye and closed his eyes.

It wasn't until the school bell rang that Jiang Jing stretched comfortably, ready to go home empty-handed.

The small road leading to the school gate was sparsely populated, and Jiang Jing was strolling slowly. He didn't pay attention to the corner in front of him, and almost bumped into someone else.

"Sorry" is rarely heard from Jiang Jing's mouth. When he subconsciously wanted to say it, his mouth reacted first, and the seams between his lips formed a straight line.

Jiang Jing turned on his toes and was about to continue walking when his sleeves were gently pulled.

"elder brother……"

The girl in the high school uniform looked at him timidly, with obvious tension on her face pretending to be calm, and said in a mosquito voice, "Dad said to let you go home tonight..."

Jiang Jing shook off the girl's hand as if he had been instantly ignited, and said in a bad tone, "Shut up, don't call me brother."

The girl staggered, but Jiang Jing didn't show any intention of reaching out to support her. He looked at her expressionlessly and said, "I have my own family."

After speaking, she raised her foot and wanted to leave. The girl wanted to grab his sleeve in a panic, but she didn't dare, so she ran to the front to block him. She lowered her head and said quickly, "...Tonight is Dad's birthday. He said you have to go back."

Jiang Jing's expression remained unchanged: "Are you finished? Get out of here quickly, don't block my eyes."

He stepped out of the school gate at a faster pace, and before he had taken two steps, a tall man in a suit stood in front of him, respectfully and kindly said: "Xiaojing, President Jiang sent me to pick you up."

"..."

Jiang Jing was convinced.