Paranoid villains always go crazy [Quick Transmigration]

This is a back alley in the old city. The path is so narrow that only one car can pass through. There are old residential buildings on both sides of the street. Some special snack bars are scattered here and there. The night market, grilled skewers, and the small alleys immediately became lively.

The boxing gym was opened on this street, and the signboard was old and faded, with the words of a ten-year-old brand faintly visible on it.

At this time, the lights of the boxing gym were on, and there was an open sign on the glass door.It's not the first time Lin Jinran has come here, so he pushed the door and walked in when he knew the way.

Qiu Luo belatedly remembered that the braised wingtips and new schoolbag that Qiu's father bought yesterday were because of a generous new customer. Could this person be Lin Jinran?

He carried Lin Jinran's schoolbag, quietly attached it behind, and followed in.

Occasionally, Qiu Cong had to go out for something, and he was so secretive that he didn't know where he was going. He would ask Qiu Luo to help look after the store. Usually there were not many customers in the store, and most of them concentrated on weekends. At this time of weekdays, the store was almost empty.

When Qiu Luo entered the door, he happened to meet Qiu Cong coming out, and he glanced at his son unexpectedly: "You came just in time, help Dad look after it, the guests inside are on a monthly basis, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Understood." Qiu Luo watched Qiu's father leave, feeling more and more surprised that Lin Jinran actually stayed here for a month?

This boxing gym has been around for many years. Since there is no money to upgrade the store, the facilities are quite old.

There are only two areas inside. On one side are large and small boxing sandbags, barbells and dumbbells, and fitness machines that are so broken that they are almost unusable. On the other side, there are two small arenas for guests to practice. The rope has long been worn so that the original color cannot be seen.

Qiu Luo was puzzled. With Lin Jinran's family background, he could go to a more advanced professional boxing gym if he wanted to practice boxing. Why did he come to such a place by himself.

"Papapa——" There was a fast and powerful sound of hitting from the direction of the sandbag.

Lin Jinran had already changed his boxing gloves, found a floor-standing tumbler sandbag that was close to his height, and punched several times quickly.

It's a pity that this type of sandbag is too heavy for a minor. He punched for a long time, but the sandbag didn't move at all.

Lin Jinran frowned, changed to another hanging sandbag, raised his arms and threw a venting punch, but the sandbag still didn't give him face, so he raised his leg and kicked in anger.

Qiu Luo couldn't stand it anymore: "Hey, sandbags are not for you to kick with your feet."

Lin Jinran was startled, and turned around suddenly, but he didn't expect that it was the transfer student who was chasing after him for tutoring.

Qiu Luo was holding her schoolbag in one hand, leaning on the door with the other, and leaning on the door frame with one leg bent, she had been watching him for a long time.

Lin Jinran took off a glove, plowed her bangs on her forehead, and frowned: "Are you following me?"

Qiu Luo threw his schoolbag aside: "This store was originally opened by my family. Here, your schoolbag. There is still homework due tomorrow."

"The store opened by your family?" Lin Jinran was a little speechless, which was too coincidental.

After working for a while, his chest was already wet with sweat, and the shirt was soaked in a small dark water stain. Lin Jinran unbuttoned the collar of the shirt with one hand, and rolled the sleeves to the elbow, revealing two white forearms.

Qiu Luo noticed the bandages on the knuckles on the back of his hands. It seemed that this guy liked to punch for not a day or two.

He sighed: "You will hurt your hand if you hit like this, let me teach you."

Lin Jinran raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "You will?"

It's no wonder that he doubted, Qiu Luo's body really looked refined and thin, and he didn't look like he was good at boxing at all.

Qiu Luo took off the ugly public school uniform jacket, and only wore a round-neck T-shirt underneath, tied up boxing gloves for herself, and found a medium-sized sandbag that fit her body.

"Look, the sandbags are not the heavier the better, it has to be done step by step."

Qiu Luo raised both arms, opened his posture, focused his eyes on the black sandbag in front of him, raised his feet gently, relaxed his shoulders, and his tight abdomen brought the strength of his whole body, and there was a "bang" upward force, Qiu Luo's fist was as heavy as a mountain, and his eyes were sharp. With one punch, the sandbag that was half a person's height was shaken!

With full concentration, Qiu Luo threw out punches one after another, evenly and neatly, as if in front of him was not a sandbag, but an enemy, a target that must be knocked down. The sandbag vibrated continuously and made a dull sound.

The weight of the sandbag was in stark contrast to Qiu Luo's emaciated figure.

Lin Jinran's expression was obviously a little shocked, he opened his mouth, and after a long time, he choked out a sentence: "How did you hit me?"

Qiu Luo stopped and calmed his breath slightly. In Qiu's house, he had learned fighting and various self-defense techniques from his coach since he was a child. This body is too weak. Every time he came to the boxing gym, he would practice a little to restore health as soon as possible.

Qiu's father, a professional who runs a boxing gym, occasionally gives advice from the sidelines. Qiu Luo is far from a professional, but it's okay to bluff Lin Jinran.

"How is it?" Qiu Luo raised his chin at him, "Practice?"

Lin Jinran's eyes darkened, and the young man's unwillingness to admit defeat was immediately aroused. Without saying a word, he put on his gloves again, and silently came to Qiu Luo's side, standing still in front of the sandbag.

Following Qiu Luo's example, he adjusted his posture and breathing rhythm, and slowed down his punching speed, bang bang bang bang, the punch felt like a dull drum hitting the eardrums of the two of them.

Qiu Luo went around to face him and beat him together. Lin Jinran immediately felt as if the sandbag couldn't move anymore, and he counterattacked strongly, almost hitting his face.

Lin Jinran kept his face sullen and said nothing, and buried his head in punching. The speed of the two punches became faster and stronger, and their strength became stronger and stronger. They didn't know whether they were competing with Qiu Luo or themselves, and finally it became like a drumming competition. .

After the two played a round, they almost got tired at the same time.

Qiu Luo hadn't practiced such a high-intensity exercise for a long time, and the soreness in this body came up, and he was a little unaccustomed to it.

Lin Jinran's chest was heaving, his cheeks were rosy, his nostrils were thin with sweat, his eyes under his broken hair were shining with excitement, he seemed to have endless energy, and he looked at Qiu Luo eagerly, wanting to do it again .

But Qiu Luo pointed to the small arena next door, and raised her chin: "What's the point of just beating sandbags, do you want to try a round?"

Something in Lin Jinran's eyes immediately came alive and shone brightly. He looked at Qiu Luo, and only uttered one word concisely and forcefully: "Let's go!"

"Wait a minute." Qiu Luo didn't intend to be a training partner for nothing. He pointed to Lin Jinran's schoolbag, "You promise me that tomorrow's homework must be handed in."

Don't you forget to urge him to do his homework at this time?

Lin Jinran pursed her lips speechlessly, and finally nodded slightly reluctantly.

Only then was Qiu Luo satisfied, rolled up her sleeves, squeezed her wrists and stretched her muscles: "What are you waiting for?"

He led Lin Jinran into the small arena and did a simple warm-up. The air cushion under his feet was somewhat elastic. Qiu Luo tried hard to recall the skills he had learned before. His whole body was slightly arched, his feet were slanted, and the soles of his feet touched the ground. Heel lifts slightly.

His demeanor has become completely different. He is no longer the kind and polite student who was a good student in the daytime. His high-spirited aura is full of concentration and tenacity.

He stared closely at every movement of Lin Jinran's body, showing a calm and flexible attacking posture.

Lin Jinran squinted his eyes, aroused by Qiu Luo's aura to strengthen his fighting spirit, his dark eyes were as intense as fire.

He flashed his fist and shot first!

Qiu Luo was on guard when the opponent's shoulders shrugged, and easily staggered the blow, followed by his merciless counterattack like a storm!

Lin Jinran fell into the disadvantage of being passively beaten after a blow, but his body was strong, his fists lacked skill, but he had a tyrannical strength, especially his tolerance to pain was extremely strong. No snort.

He faced Qiu Luo's fist and started to counterattack head-on.

Short panting and splashing sweat were intertwined, and the heat and sprayed breath were constantly passing and exchanging around the two of them.

The muffled sound of fists hitting each other through the gloves echoed the strong heartbeat, with a real texture, with some indescribable sparks, throbbing in the constantly rising and falling chest cavity.

Qiu Luo's body was not durable, so he insisted on relying on his familiar skills and rich experience to take advantage of Lin Jinran, pinpointed a weak spot, knocked him down, and locked his arm tightly.

"I won!" Qiu Luo raised her eyebrows, her eyebrows were beaming, and her cheeks were blush with excitement.

"Let me go." Although Lin Jinran was domineering, he was not someone who could not afford to lose. He panted heavily, his chest heaved violently, turned over, and lay on his back on the ring mat to rest with Qiu Luo.

After a while, he got up, pulled up the collar of his shirt to wipe his sweat, a small piece of tight abdominal muscle was exposed around his waist, his back and chest were almost drenched with sweat, sticking sticky to his body, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, even the tail Fingers trembling with excitement.

Lin Jinran licked his dry lips, and looked down at Qiu Luo who was lying on the ground condescendingly. At this moment, his indifferent face had finally melted away, and his tone still maintained Brother Ku's coldness: "I can't tell , you are pretty good."

Qiu Luo laughed secretly, he was not as powerful as Lin Jinran imagined, but if he was "not powerful", wouldn't Lin Jinran look better?

Qiu Luo tried her best to flatten the corners of her slightly raised mouth, and blinked humbly: "It's so-so." The third in the world.

Lin Jinran stood up and stretched his muscles and bones. He vented freely, but his whole body was comfortable. Even the gloom and laziness in the daytime were swept away. The unsatisfactory energy seemed to want to do it again.

Qiu Luo rubbed her shoulders and sat up, her whole body was sore, she raised her arm to him: "Give me a hand."

Lin Jinran paused in the movement of wiping his sweat, hesitated for a moment, then took Qiu Luo's hand, and pulled Qiu Luo's hand hard, pulling him up.

Two sweaty palms pressed together, and soon separated again. Lin Jinran stared at his hands and frowned strangely. Since he was in school, he didn't like to have close contact with people, and now he doesn't seem to be as good as he imagined. repel.

Qiu Luo didn't care about this little detail at all, he patted his sweatpants, climbed out of the ring, and under Lin Jinran's twitching eyes, Da Da picked up his schoolbag.

He put his hands on the elastic fence casually, and said with a smile: "Okay, enough playing, it's time to do homework."

Lin Jinran pursed her lips tightly, and took the schoolbag helplessly. Her whole body went from high spirited to melancholy in an instant, without any excess in the middle.

There are tables and chairs for resting in the boxing gym. Lin Jinran sat at the table obediently and did his homework. Although his face was gloomy, he still kept his promise and did not cheat.

Qiu Luo was waving a nunchaku in his hand, walking around to supervise the work like a contractor who squeezed the poor laborers.

Lin Jinran glanced at him from the corner of his eye, then glanced again, and when Qiu Luo looked over with a smile, he quickly looked away.

How can there be such a person in this world?

After more than an hour, Lin Jinran quickly finished the English and math papers, and finally pondered over a few Chinese questions, frowning so hard that a fly could be killed.

Qiu Luo glanced curiously: "August Qiu high wind howls, engulfs me... soars to the sky?"

Did you create it yourself?

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he continued to read: "Suddenly like a spring breeze coming overnight, the hibiscus tent warms the spring night?"

It seems to be a little coherent.

"The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings beep like whispers?"

What the hell is a beep?

Qiu Luo smiled angrily: "Are you illiterate?"

Lin Jinran stared at him coldly, as if he was still not convinced: "I have been studying abroad before, and I have no habit of memorizing ancient Chinese."

Qiu Luo was speechless for a while, then flipped through his English and math papers, unexpectedly doing well.

"It seems that you don't know how to do it. Why does the teacher say that you keep handing in blank papers?"

Lin Jinran's right wrist was resting on the edge of the table, revealing a silver-white famous watch. His slender five fingers were holding the water-based pen, turning it around his thumb once and for all. A trace was drawn and the ink stained.

Qiu Luo observed his obviously frowning expression, and sensitively realized that maybe she asked a question that touched his heart.

He was about to change the subject, but unexpectedly Lin Jinran opened his mouth and said lightly, "Because I don't want to be my father's face and tool anymore."

Qiu Luo asked suspiciously: "Isn't he very concerned about you?"

"Oh." The corner of Lin Jinran's mouth curled up into a cold smile, "I haven't seen him for three years. The only phone call in the middle was because he found out that I got 0 points in all subjects and scolded me a lot. Don, because I made him lose face."

"He never expected me, just as I did not expect him."

Qiu Luo shook his head helplessly. Is this the world of middle school boys?

He asked, "Why don't you find a professional boxing gym?"

Lin Jinran looked a little lazy after he had had a good time, leaning on the back of the chair, he was not so repulsive: "I can't let my family know about my boxing."

He paused, glanced at Qiu Luo inadvertently from the corner of his eye: "Are you still there tomorrow?"

Qiu Luo was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes and said, "Do you want me to be your training partner?"

Lin Jinran leaned to the side uncomfortably: "I can give the money."

This feeling is good, the more the better.

Qiu Luo thought for a while, and he still took double shares, so he avoided the embarrassment: "It's not impossible, but I promised the teacher that I will give you tutoring. If you don't hand in your homework every day, I will accompany you to practice boxing..."

Lin Jinran no longer remembers how many times he felt the mood of nothingness today, and he was powerless to compromise: "Isn't it just homework? Just hand it in."

Qiu Luo compares herself to a V in her heart: plan to pass√

Lin Jinran raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Don't think too much, I'm just too boring, and I will still hand in blank papers in the exam."

Qiu Luo's face suddenly collapsed, what's the use of doing homework!Oh no, Chinese may be useful.

He reckoned that if he made further progress, this guy would have to blow his hair, so he dealt with it for the time being.

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On the second day of school, Lin Jinran rushed into the classroom through the back door with a shoulder bag.

He glanced at Qiu Luo who was studying seriously in the morning, threw a few papers from his schoolbag on his desk, then quickly pulled his chair and sat down, looking away from the window, his serious eyes seemed to be thinking about something Philosophy of life.

After a long time, seeing that Qiu Luo didn't respond, Lin Jinran pursed his lips and pushed the paper back onto his desk with his elbow.

"Hey, homework."

Qiu Luo glanced at him sideways: "I saw it."

Lin Jinran squinted his eyes, showing a little displeasure: "It's not that you urged me to pay, and now you don't accept it."

When the students around heard this sentence suddenly, they all gasped and looked back frequently, especially the chubby Li Fanfan at the front desk, and Wang Qi on the other side of the aisle, their eyes almost popped out. This is the famous student of the whole grade. Is the scum, the problematic teenager Lin Jinran?

Actually asked to hand in homework?

Qiu Luo opened a pair of black and white eyes, and looked at him innocently: "But I'm not the group leader who collects homework. What are you doing for me?"

Lin Jinran: "..."

He almost felt himself throwing himself up.

But he finally held back, and turned his icy eyes to the classmates who were peeking around: "What are you looking at?"

The students immediately caught up with clockwork, turned their heads in unison, and started to read aloud in the morning with books in their hands.

Qiu Luo glanced at him with a half-smile, her eyes were lively, and she didn't know what evil thoughts she was thinking.

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A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and the two of them maintained a close friendship with a tacit understanding. They handed in their homework in the morning and left together through the side door after school in the afternoon.

Occasionally, a classmate who noticed that the two returned from school mysteriously together had been numb from the shock of the past few days.

People often get together and whisper, what's so special about this new transfer student?Actually squeezed into Lin Jinran's life circle so naturally?

On Friday afternoon, the afterglow of the setting sun left only a red stamp on the horizon.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Lin Jinran had already packed the schoolbag that hadn't been touched at all, and his eyes habitually turned to Qiu Luo.

The latter's movements were slow, and he didn't look like he was going to leave school at all.

Qiu Luo seemed to have just noticed the burning gaze of the other party, and suddenly said "oh", and said, "I won't go to the boxing gym today."

Lin Jinran was taken aback: "Why?"

Qiu Luo pointed to the back of his own hand which was also wrapped in bandages: "If you hit too often, your hand will be injured. You need to rest for a few days, and you too."

Seeing his bandage frowning slightly, Lin Jinran said sullenly, "Understood."

He picked up his schoolbag and was about to leave when Qiu Luo said slowly, "But I can take you to another place."

Lin Jinran was actually not interested in other things, but he couldn't help but stop: "What?"

Qiu Luoshen said mysteriously: "Come with me."

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Qiu Luo took Lin Jinran all the way along the alley, turned around and came to an alley near the boxing gym. At the end turned out to be a video game city, with colorful neon signs flickering in the dim yellow sunset, and from time to time there were Shamat Modeling youth in and out.

Lin Jinran is not interested in these cheap electronic toys at all, he only likes recreational activities that can vent his haze and stimulate adrenaline.

"Not interested." With his schoolbag on one shoulder, he turned around and was about to leave.

Qiu Luo held him back: "Don't worry, there are people who can fight here."

Lin Jinran looked down at him holding her hand, frowning a little bit, still half-believing: "What is it?"

With the reluctant Lin Jinran, Qiu Luo walks through the smoky slot machine room. The enclosed space in the video game city is filled with loud music and crowd's frolicking, mixed with the smell of smoke and harsh sound effects. Either way is disgusting.

Soon, the two found their destination - the whack-a-mole machine.

Lin Jinran stared at Qiu Luo inexplicably: "That's it?"

Qiu Luo: "That's it."

He handed the gloves to Lin Jinran: "Try it, anyway, I can't accompany you to the boxing gym these days."

Lin Jinran looked disdainful: "Childish and boring."

Qiu Luo snorted softly: "If you don't play, I will play by myself, don't you have never played before, and you are afraid of losing to me again? That's right, after all, apart from family background, there are not many of you who are good at learning, popularity, and boxing. more than mine."

He hummed in his heart, in fact, he may not even have family background.

Lin Jinran put one hand in his trouser pocket, still unmoved: "The aggressive method? Do you think it will work for me?"

Qiu Luo ignored him, put in the exchanged game coins, put on the huge inflatable leather gloves, and pressed the start button, the game machine flashed a circle of lights, and there were cute little gophers jumping back and forth on the screen.

The small circle of Jiugongge starts to flash, and a gopher comes out

With a "bang", a hand stretched out diagonally like lightning, and hit the gopher hard on the head.

Qiu Luo glanced at him: "Why are you snatching my gopher?"

Before he could wait for Lin Jinran's answer, the second round of whack-a-mole began.

The speed of the gopher's appearance was getting faster and faster, and the two started chasing each other. In the end, the speed of the new gopher could hardly keep up with the speed of the two robbing the head. The gopher machine was hammered to the frame, as if it would fall apart at any time.

Qiu Luo twitched her lips and squinted at him: "Aren't you childish and boring? Are you still hitting?"

He said he was not interested, and he shot faster than anyone else.

Lin Jinran licked his lips, casually skipped over the back of his bandaged hand: "I'm just looking at the inconvenience of your hand."

Qiu Luo: Hehe:)

Qiu Luo took him for a walk, and when he was about to leave, he found that Lin Jinran's eyes were aimed at a two-player shooting game machine, and he hesitated in his steps, as if he didn't know whether he should go forward or not.

Qiu Luo was amused, and it really was a little carrot head.

He deliberately stepped forward: "This looks very interesting, why don't you try it?"

Lin Jinran's eyebrows stretched out, and the corners of his eyes were full of interest, and he pretended to look away, and followed him unhurriedly: "It's up to you."

Qiu Luo has learned a little bit of shooting skills before, and the posture of holding the gun is natural and focused, with a straight back and a smile on the corner of the mouth, quite the demeanor of a nobleman.

Lin Jinran looked at him out of the corner of his eye, quickly pulled out the other with his right hand, turned his face slightly, and pressed his cheek against the handle. The animation on the big screen had already started playing, and the zombies with teeth and claws jumped out one by one.

The two pressed the trigger almost at the same time and began to shoot. The movements seemed to be carved out of the same mold, and the sound of shooting came and went rhythmically.

The two seemed to be fighting each other, watching the number of heads go up and down, chasing after each other, and soon the round was over, and it was a tie. Hundreds of game coins.

"Come again!"

Qiu Luo was not to be outdone: "Come again."

……

After the two had enjoyed themselves, it was already dark when they came out of the video game city.

Qiu Luo asked amusedly, "Is it fun?"

Lin Jinran shuffled forward, his mind seemed to be still on the depression of not getting the head shot, he almost nodded when his neck suddenly stopped, his eyes wandered, and he tried his best to maintain the cool expression, and said indifferently :"generally."

Qiu Luo almost laughed out loud: "Don't forget to do your homework."

Lin Jinran pursed her lips, but this time she didn't express her impatience, she just nodded to show that she understood.

The two walked together to the fork in the road, Qiu Luo waved goodbye to him, Lin Jinran gave him a cool look: "Childish."

He raised his hand consciously and gracefully, and left.

Qiu Luo clicked his tongue, but didn't tell him that the movement was actually like a beckoning cat.

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The next day, Lin Jinran threw his homework on Qiu Luo's desk as usual, signaling that he was done.

The whole person lay lazily on the table, exhausted as if his body had been hollowed out, and ignored everyone else, although no one who was not good-looking dared to provoke him.

Qiu Luo asked strangely: "Did you become a thief last night?"

When Qiu Luo spoke to Lin Jinran in this tone, the students around him were no longer surprised by it, but they were still betting secretly, waiting for this arrogant transfer student to anger Lin Jinran when he would be punished severely a meal.

But instead of being angry, Lin Jinran glanced at the paper secretly.

Qiu Luo flipped through his homework, and suddenly found that the Chinese paper was written very carefully this time, and several mistakes were actually corrected by himself.

Lin Jinran still maintained his usual indifferent attitude, looking out of the window as usual, Qiu Luo followed his gaze and landed on the window, but caught a flash of sight in the reflection of the window.

For a long time, seeing Qiu Luo not speaking, Lin Jinran dropped the pen three times in one minute, and changed two sitting positions in five minutes.

Qiu Luo finally finished the morning reading, suddenly realized something, turned around and said to Lin Jinran: "This time the Chinese homework was done well."

Well, the movement next door finally stopped.

In a blink of an eye, it was school time again. Qiu Luo finished packing and was about to leave the classroom when she saw a slender figure leaning against the wall with arms folded at the door. Against the setting sun, only a silhouette with a tall nose bridge and a side face could be seen.

"Lin Jinran, why haven't you left yet?" Qiu Luo thought for a while and said, "I still have to rest for a few days, so I can't accompany you to practice boxing."

With both hands in his pockets, Lin Jinran said lightly, "I know."

Qiu Luo: "Then why are you waiting for me?"

Lin Jinran's gesture obviously paused: "I just want to leave later."

Qiu Luo nodded noncommittally, and just took a step when his hand was pulled suddenly. He turned around in surprise, Lin Jinran still didn't like physical contact with people, so he just grabbed his cuff.

Immediately afterwards, a bottle of smear-type wound medicine was stuffed into his hand.

Lin Jinran still had no superfluous expression on his face, and said lightly in his mouth: "Paint more, the donkeys in the production team dare not rest like you."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Qiu Luo's reaction, turned his head and walked away with his schoolbag in his hand, leaned over the railing with one hand in front of him, easily turned over to another corridor, and disappeared around the corner.

The corners of Qiu Luo's mouth curled up slightly: "...this guy."