High school science students save the world

The eyes of the back table were very red, and his eyelids were swollen so that his eyes were squeezed into a small slit. He sobbed quickly and softly, and then quickly looked away, not to expose his fragility to others.

Yang Yan and Qin Zheng stared straight at him, which made him unable to wipe his tears openly, so he had to use all his strength to hold back the tears in his stomach.

Yang Yan looked at him, he straightened his back as much as possible, maintaining a little bit of stubbornness that belonged to a boy.

Yang Yan sighed in his heart, but he couldn't persuade him. Yang Yan devoted limited attention and affection to the people and things around him, which was a degree of rational thinking while being sad. Sometimes he laughed at himself I thought: How the hell does this look like a human being.

Is not like a person.

How can a guy who doesn't look like a person persuade a person.

Qin Zheng stood up suddenly.

"What are you going to do if the person who did this has been found?"

The back desk tilted his head and thought for a while, then said hoarsely, "I don't know. Can I kill him?"

"No."

"What about a beating?"

Qin Zheng frowned, Yang Yan took the words: "Yes, I will help you."

The back desk nodded, then lowered its eyes and remained silent for a while before saying softly: "It's so strange, I don't seem to be very sad, and I don't have any tears.

Yang Yan couldn't help smiling when he heard this, and patted him on the shoulder: "You think too much."

The back table also smiled: "It's true. I remember its eyes. Its eyes are very beautiful. They are green, green like a lake, and have hairs. They are jet-black. I also remember its corpse, its eyes. Gouged out, inverted V scratches, half-flayed face and fully-flipped back—I remember everything, but—”

The back desk took a deep breath, his eyes were as red as undiluted paint, he squirmed his lips and said a few words quickly, and then he slumped his shoulders as if he was extremely tired.

"But I can't cry."

Everyone was silent for a moment, but the back table cheered up and said, "Let's go, go out and beat up that bastard."

They returned to the class, the class was over, and many students had already gone downstairs, talking about the cat abuse case on campus as they walked.

The class did not go out for activities, and the girls who stayed there to do their homework were also talking about it. Their version was that Zhao Xinjie, a senior in high school, loved biological anatomy. Because the laboratory was so pure that there was not even a frog, he couldn't hold back his curiosity. ...

"It sounds quite reasonable!"

"That makes sense!" Yang Yan walked in front of them expressionlessly, the girl was startled by Yang Yan's appearance, and pouted dissatisfiedly.

"Do you know where so and so is now?"

"Zhao Xinjie? I heard he's back."

"what class?"

"Class 7."

The back desk nodded to Yang Yan and ran out, Yang Yan and Qin Zheng hurriedly followed.

But when they ran to Class [-] and [-], his classmates said that he went down to play basketball.

Wiping the sweat off his face from the back desk, he rushed out of the classroom, but was stopped at the turning.

The person who stopped them was a boy who had just gone to the bathroom.

The boy looked around vigilantly, and then stuffed something into his hands on the back table: "Take this and look for it. If you call him by name, he will run away." After speaking, he hurried back.

Yang Yan and Qin Zheng went over to see that it was Zhao Xinjie's school badge, and now the school changed to wearing a badge and the school badge was discarded.

Yang Yan looked at the fat boy with a dull face in the school badge and snorted coldly: "Ugly people make trouble."

Tan Zheng frowned and pushed him, to the effect that he would stop talking, Yang Yan stopped talking, and the back desk didn't care about them, and went straight downstairs.

The back table felt that he had never run so fast before.

It's almost like the wind.

This is not an adjective, but a real state, he can feel his footsteps float up, his beating heart seems to stop at this moment, the blood is boiling and pouring into his brain continuously, and the air is desperately squeezed Pressing his lungs, a dizzying roar sounded in his ears.

He couldn't help closing his eyes.

If Tan Zheng hadn't pulled him in time, the back table would have hit the railing.

There is no basketball court outside, so it is an indoor gymnasium. The moment they pushed open the door, a basketball happened to hit them.

"Thanks bro, throw the ball over here."

The back table snatched the ball without saying anything, and smashed it hard on Zhao Xinjie's head, but the back table was not very good at sports, and the ball was dodged by Zhao Xinjie's chubby fat man.

"I hate your mother!" Zhao Xinjie yelled strangely, "You are sick!"

The back table twitched the corner of his mouth and apologized: "I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional."

He slowly approached Zhao Xinjie, and the others felt that the atmosphere was not right, so they all stopped.

Zhao Xinjie looked at the back table slowly approaching. The back table had long hands and long feet. It was oppressive to walk over with steady steps. When the back table approached, he suddenly enlarged his face in front of him and asked in a low voice: "Wow, you killed me!" ?”

"Who?"

"God beast."

The fat man Zhao Xinjie seemed to have just reacted, his small eyes showed disdain, and he said a meaningful "oh", he raised the corner of his mouth and was about to show a sharp smile, but was punched by the back table go to the ground.

"I'm fucking your mother!"

The fat man didn't realize it until he threw himself on the ground, and kicked the round belly again. Zhao Xinjie's companions quickly stepped forward and hugged the waist of the back table, pinching his legs so that he couldn't use his strength. Zhao Xinjie immediately Getting up and kicking his side, the back table cursed, and Zhao Xinjie quickly slapped him twice.

The sound is crisp.

When he pushed forward and wanted to slap him a few more times, he realized that Tan Zheng had arrived beside him at some point and was holding his wrist tightly. The fat man twitched, but he didn't twitch.

"You—!" As soon as the words finished, there was a slight click, and Tan Zheng dislocated Zhao Xinjie's wrist.

Zhao Xinjie immediately uttered a pitiful scream like killing a pig, the voice was so miserable and penetrating as if he was the one who was skinned and dismembered, he closed his eyes in pain and rolled on the ground, opened them reluctantly and shouted: "Who the hell is going to help me clean up this little bastard!"

"Clean up your mother."

Yang Yan kicked him right in the middle of his chest. It took a lot of effort to not kill him. According to Yang Yan's strength, this kick could crush his spine.

Zhao Xinjie got up and saw that his companion fell on the ground and couldn't get up for a while, and those who were standing shrank back to the corner obediently, not even daring to meet Yang Yan's eyes.

"Don't disturb the two of them, this fight is their own business, understand?"

"That's that, that's that." A few of them had just kicked their knees by Yang Yan, and now they couldn't straighten their legs, so they had to find a seat to sit, and they huddled together very peacefully.

They didn't see clearly at all, they saw the person who was on the sidelines just before them, and then there was a dull pain, the painful bones seemed to vibrate, and the pain made them unable to speak out.

Qin Zheng and Yang Yan also found a seat to sit, Tan Zheng played with Yang Yan's fingers, and said casually, "I thought you would let me kill him."

"It's no fun to kick down and lose everything, and it will get you in jail."

Tan Zheng smiled when he heard this, and said something that made those useless people think about it: "Not necessarily, do they dare to ask me to atone for a scumbag?"

Yang Yan wanted to say something else, but Tan Zheng put his finger on his lips lightly: "Shhh, look at the two of them."

The back table had already regained its strength, and a straight punch hit the fat man's stomach. Zhao Xinjie almost vomited out his lunch, and his stomach throbbed in pain.

Before he could fight back, the back table kicked him again, the otaku's limp strength was not very strong, but it also made the fat man stagger, and the back table continued to greet him several times in the face, abruptly knocking him Get beaten down.

The fat man looked up, looked at the unrelenting fists on the back table and suddenly laughed out loud, his eyes gleamed viciously.

"Are you fucking sick, right?! Come on, I won't fight, I won't fight with you, I'll lie here and let you beat me, let others watch you beat me to death for a beast, I His mother's life is worse than that of a beast!"

The hand behind the table paused, and then punched again, this time straight to the nose, and suddenly the nosebleeds flowed out like streams.

"Why did you kill it?"

"Is it a mythical beast?" Zhao Xinjie shrunk his facial features together because of the pain, "Fucking godlike beast! A little mongrel wild cat is a mythical beast?! I don't know how many bacteria it has on it? What a treasure, are you sick in your mind?!"

The back desk took a deep breath and punched him in the left cheek.

"You are noble, you are righteous, and you are a great good person. I was wrong to kill cats—could you be right?! Have you never eaten meat in your life? Chicken, duck, fish, pig, sheep, dog, fucking meat, have you never eaten it? These are also cute little animals. Why didn’t I see you pity them? What’s the difference between them and this little bastard? You want to treasure them so much? Brother, you’re a double standard! You’re a hypocrite! Do you want to show your face? Set! I'm frankly frank and not afraid of a hypocrite like you!"

The back table stopped, and he held his clenched left hand with the other hand. Yang Yan saw that his fingers were turning white and his joints were rattling.

The back table couldn't help closing his eyes to calm his breath.

In the midst of this flash, Zhao Xinjie turned over and kicked the abdomen of the back table violently. The back table was kicked so hard that he couldn't breathe. Zhao Xinjie gave him two slaps again, one left and one right, and then kicked him hard. Bending his legs, he took advantage of the softness of the back table's legs and pressed the back table to the ground, and slapped him several times involuntarily.

The back table felt blood coming from his nose and mouth, and cursed angrily.

Now that fat man Zhao Xinjie is very proud, his smile is full of pleasure: "People like you are cat slaves! What cat slaves and dog slaves are actually sluts! A slut who is born to be a slut to the bone! Fuck you!" All living beings are equal, do you know that man is king! Man is the top of the food chain! Man! We are man! Why should we buy food and drink for those animals and serve them like uncles?! They don’t have anything You can do it, so stupid, if you are really kind, why don’t you donate to poor mountainous areas?!"

"People like you are the scum of society, put away your disgusting face, don't say you want to love animals while eating meat! A beast is a beast! I give it something to eat every day, and it is very happy. Don't be afraid that I'll pick off its skin and eat it." Zhao Xinjie suddenly laughed strangely, "Do you know how I treated your precious beast? I gave it fried rice mixed with rat poison, and it survived it. How long has it been rolling all over the floor in pain, spitting blood. I thought to myself, oh, it’s over, why did it die before I played enough? I hurriedly found scissors and cut out its eyes first—do you know that sound, There was a slight puff like a balloon... It scratched like crazy in pain, and I quickly smashed its limbs. Then I cut the face twice, as if peeling off its skin, but it didn't work. Success. It's okay, I'm..."

puff.

The back table heard the sound of his own heart beating.

Puff, puff.

He also heard the sound of blood running fast, they were like running streams, roaring thunder, and flashing lightning, they gathered in his brain in one breath, and he only felt the pain in his temples as if densely packed with needles.

He felt a small flame in his chest, and now they continued to expand and eat away at his entire heart. His heart was like a cave, and a voice lingered in the cave until it was exhausted.

Even so, it still persisted in yelling, yelling, yelling, and it said to the back table, look at me, look at me!I have been here all the time!I am your heart!

There were dense voices in that dark, endless cave, and they seemed to come over like a wave, choking his breath, and every hoarse and exhausted voice was shouting a word tirelessly:

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

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