Idol's Doomsday Survival Guide

At this moment, everything turned into anger.

In Ji Nanze's mind, there is only Xie Yangping, whom he neither likes nor loathes.

Xie Yangping was going through torture and crying, but no one responded to him.

It hurt so much, he seemed to feel that Xie Yangping's original life was brutally cut up and mocked indifferently.

"It was the same back then." Tears blurred his eyes, and Ji Nanze felt the wetness of his palms. He knew it was blood, and he knew that he could no longer control this strong anger. Isn't it?"

***

Ji Nanze's attack came very suddenly.Several people didn't react, but some who did, reached out and grabbed his hair.Zou Tu exerted all his strength and knocked several people to the ground with one elbow.He quickly approached Ji Nanze to prevent him from being hurt by others.

Seeing this, the thin monkey immediately rushed to help.

Ji Nanze was holding the wine bottle, his face was covered with blood that slid down to the skirt of his clothes, and his tears also slid down.

The wine bottle was so badly shattered that his fingers were almost bleeding.But he stared blankly at the man kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, covering his bloody face in front of him.

With every step he took, blood was dripping from his hair.He felt hot in his chest, an emotion he had never felt before.

When beating the man in front of him, he didn't feel anything.

There is only a desolation, only an all-encompassing peace.

It wasn't just Xie Yangping that he thought of.

He thought of the dancing ballerina girl in the gym.

He remembered the bruised woman he met at the checkpoint.

He thought of a crab in a cage.

Then he was very, very calm.

He just stood in the middle of the chaos, quietly looking at the man on the ground.

"I want to kill you," he said quietly. "I really want to kill you. I want you to pay for what you did."

The man raised his head with a terrified look in his eyes.

"No...you have to pay the price." He stepped forward and muttered to himself, "You can't do bad things without a price, and you can't do it without any responsibility."

"The rules of this world can't be like this..."

Ji Nanze walked in front of him, his arms hanging down.Blood was dripping on it, and the wine bottle dug deeply into his palm.

Tears rolled down his lips, especially salty.

"Isn't it you who made him become such a person? It's you, it's all because of your ignorance. It's all your fault for liking men." The man growled not to be outdone, he directly picked up a wine bottle, and turned to Ji Nanze Fell over.

Ji Nanze didn't hide, the wine bottle hit his forehead impartially, blood flowed immediately.

Seeing this, the man finally showed a smile. He seemed to still be struggling to get up and fight back against the person in front of him.

Blood flowed from forehead to chin.

Ji Nanze still looked at him, his eyes were as calm as before, and his tone was so indifferent that he seemed to have no emotion at all.

Only his lacrimal glands were sore all the time, whenever he thought of Xie Yangping and the world created by this tragedy, he felt so sad that he wanted to cry.

"I don't know how to behave, are you right?" Ji Nanze sneered, "You became a fucking saint? Ridiculous, really ridiculous. How could such a ridiculous thing happen?"

You ruined all his hopes, what more do you want from him?

Do you still want him to become what you can accept?

Ji Nanze shook off the wine bottle in his hand, and rushed towards the man.He grabbed the man's neck with tears in his eyes, and the man also grabbed his throat with his backhand while struggling.But Ji Nanze didn't seem to feel it, his hands were not strong, but he was exerting all his strength.The man seemed to sense killing intent from his eyes.

A person who intends to kill others is very scary.

"Fuck, bitch..."

The man's neck was bulging with blue veins, and he exerted force with his fingers.He directly raised his foot and kicked Ji Nanze in the stomach.

Ji Nanze didn't move or make a sound.The fingers were used more forcefully, and the men began to feel dizzy.

For some reason, the man finally tasted a sense of oppression that made his whole body tremble from this person who was always as quiet and alert as a deer.Unprecedented, how could a person who was far inferior to him in strength and size possibly overwhelm him in terms of aura?

Pink foam appeared on the corner of Ji Nanze's lips, and his trachea was likely to be squeezed by a man.And the man's own condition is not very good, Ji Nanze is not fighting with him for strength, but for willpower, he finally understands this.

But it was too late, and his eyes were already plunged into darkness.

The moment his consciousness was about to withdraw, Ji Nanze suddenly let go of his hand.

Oxygen re-entered his lungs, but at this moment, the man had completely passed out.

"Senior!" Zou Tu kicked away the person who was pulling him away, and threw himself directly beside Ji Nanze.He held his limp body.

Ji Nanze looked at the man on the ground quietly, he really didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

"Senior!"

"Move him to the emergency room, hurry up!"

When his consciousness was blurred, Ji Nanze felt himself being hugged by Zou Tu.Everyone's voices were buzzing in his ears, but Zou Tu's voice was the clearest.

"Senior, wake up. Jiang Sen has already called a professional doctor. We will take the elevator and arrive at the infirmary soon!"

"Don't close your eyes...Damn it, the windpipe might..."

"Senior, can you hear me...you can't fall asleep!"

Ji Nanze tried his best to hold up his eyelids, but his eyes were already blurred.He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and pressed it against Zou Tu's ear weakly and hoarsely with his last strength.

"I'm sorry, Zou Tu. But this time, I'm for myself."

Zou Tu buried his face into his neck, and Ji Nanze vaguely felt Zou Tu's tears dripping on his neck.

"Don't apologize to me, senior, I really don't want your apology."

***

Within 2 minutes, Ji Nanze was sent to the infirmary by Zou Tu.Just in case, Jiang Sen also called the doctor.

After doing a few simple physical examinations, the doctor told Zou Tu the results: "It may be a soft tissue contusion, but there is no good way to check it now. I can only prescribe some anti-inflammatory drugs for him, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with other places." .”

"Doctor, does his singing affect his throat?"

The doctor froze for a moment, as if hesitating how to answer this question.

Jiang Sen glanced at him: "Speak."

The doctor didn't dare to face it directly: "It depends on how you recover, less strenuous exercise, and less throat damage. If the recovery is not good, it will be more or less...affected. If there is an impact, if the throat was clean before, even if it recovers, it will still be affected. Not as good as before."

Zou Tu punched the wall.

If the recovery is not good, how can he ensure that the recovery is good?Zou Tu's palms were sweating non-stop.How should he explain to Ji Nanze?

Ji Nanze has lost his career and reputation, how can he lose his god-given voice now?

how come……!

"I see. Is there anything else I should be aware of?"

"Be careful with your diet. Fortunately, the pinch is not deep. There should be no marks on the neck."

"You drive. It's better to hurry up, don't delay." Zou Tu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked back and forth in the infirmary anxiously.After the doctor left, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, pointing at Jiang Sen's nose and cursing: "Who the hell were there just now?! Call me all!"

Jiang Sen clasped his fingers, and his expression was not very good, but compared with Zou Tu, he seemed much calmer.

"I will hold them accountable, but today you are the ones who started it. I don't guarantee how good the outcome will be."

Jiang Sen looked at him steadfastly, but there was a trace of wavering in the depths of his eyes.