High school science students save the world

Are all beings equal?

No, it's not like that.

So, is it the so-called survival of the fittest?

No, nor is it.

In fact, he didn't think of anything.

How could he think so much.

There was only one thought in his mind: to kill him.

Why can't he be killed?

It had nothing to do with righteousness, and the head at the back table couldn't think of any righteous words. His chest was filled with anger. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he suddenly overturned the dead fat man who was pressing on him, and quickly moved from his pocket. Pulled out the blade of the scalpel.

It is said that the scalpel blade was left behind by the old mother on the back table after the operation. I usually keep it at home and don’t use it. The back table saw it and took it away by accident. It has been kept in the pencil case. Today, somehow , put it in your pocket.

That blade is so hot.

At this moment, everyone had no time to react, only to see Zhao Xinjie on the back table, his face almost twisted like crazy, his wrist drew an arc from the air and was about to fall on the fat man's neck, Tan Zheng suddenly appeared in front of him , grabbed his wrist, and pulled out the blade.

The back table was stunned for two or three seconds, and the dead fat man under him let out a heart-piercing scream, and the people watching by the side also screamed, sharp and sharp like a drake, it was very ugly .

"Wipe your mother, you damn it!——"

The sluggish back table was pulled up, and Zhao Xinjie was kicked aside by Yang Yan. Yang Yan looked at the violently heaving chest and motionless face of the back table, and said in a deep voice, "Are you crazy?"

The back table seemed to have just reacted. He looked at the blade in Tan Zheng's hand, and suddenly shook off Tan Zheng's hand. The strength made him stagger and almost fell. He managed to stand still, like the blade. Shangfu showed a frightened expression like a ghost, his eyes opened wider and wider, and when his eyes almost fell out of their sockets, he suddenly covered his face.

The view from the back table was dark.

Black, terrible black, steady black, unchanging black.

Tan Zheng and Yang Yan were talking about something in a low voice, but his world was silently going crazy. The back table covered his face, feeling that he was going crazy, and letting go of his hands would also make him go crazy.

In the end, Yang Yan broke his hand away.

The back table covered his face with tears streaming down his face.

But he couldn't feel it, he looked at the blade and whimpered, "I don't know how that thing is here with me...I don't know, I really don't know...I, do you believe me? I really don't know, I didn't intend to kill him, I don't want to kill, I..."

Yang Yan and Qin Zheng only frowned at him.

There was a little indifference in their eyes, an unknown indifference he didn't understand. The back table bit his lip and felt scared. Yang Yan took a step closer, and he couldn't help sitting on the ground with his buttocks: "Do you believe me or not? Believe me or not...you can believe me..."

It was still those people who were trembling and trying to escape, but they hit the glass of the gymnasium and made the back table tremble. He was drenched in cold sweat. He looked at those two pairs of black eyes with a little brown, and he heard himself using a "Yes, I want to kill him," said a slightly strange voice.

This statement surprised him, as if he didn't say it himself.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, he felt relieved of the burden, and opened and closed his mouth uncontrollably: "I always thought it was fun to carry that blade, but today I put it in my pocket specially—— Wrong, I wanted to kill him."

"I just want to kill him. I will treat him as he treats it."

They looked at him for a while, and when his courage was exhausted, Tan Zheng knelt down and stretched out his hand very gently.

"Dead cannot be resurrected, sorry."

A tear fell on Tan Zheng's hand.

It feels so good to expose your inner feelings, but it never comes back.

The back table thought of the beast, the way the little black cat tilted its head and scratched it, the way it licked his palm carefully, the way it was rubbed casually with a towel in his arms like a drowned chicken, and it Peeled and almost indistinguishable...

Those condensed blood became a nightmare in broad daylight.

Yang Yan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Cry, it will be much better if you cry."

So the back table burst into tears.

He cried hoarsely, dizzy, sweaty, and out of breath. He felt a splitting headache, a hot stream in his chest rushing up desperately, and a deep sadness that sank in his heart.

The tears couldn't stop.

The back table kept crying and hiccupping, he knew he must be ugly but he couldn't stop, the tears poured down like out of control, it was useless if he didn't want to cry.

The back table was gasping for breath, crying so hot that his whole body became hot and his vision was blurred, and finally he was sobbing incessantly, the back table couldn't keep his eyes open, he felt very tired, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

While he was half asleep and half awake, he heard Yang Yan say to him: "You will never do this."

Zhao Xinjie and his cronies got the hell out of here. Tan Zheng put the back desk back in the dormitory for him to sleep. As soon as Qin Zheng and Yang Yan left the dormitory door, when they arrived in the classroom, some students said that the teacher was looking for them. With an unknown meaning.

Yang Yan probably already guessed how the gossip was spread. When they got to the office, the head teacher, the dean, and the principal sat in the office, and there were three sessions of interrogation.

Yang Yan couldn't help laughing.

Qin Zheng frowned and gave him a white look.

Yang Yan said heartlessly: "I'm sorry, I can't help it, haha."

The head teacher is the head teacher of the new school, and he didn't like to see students from other schools. Seeing Yang Yan's appearance, he couldn't bear to knock on the table.

"Yang Yan! Look at you, what do you look like?!"

Yang Yan smiled and lowered his head to apologize.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the timid Zhao Xinjie and his soft-boned friends, and instantly understood what was going on.

Zhao Xinjie scolded them furiously, telling them to hand over the back table, then turned around and changed his face again, tearfully saying how wronged and innocent he was.

There was a fight and a knife was on to kill someone. Such an incident would probably result in a serious punishment. Of course, Yang Yan and Tan Zheng refused to admit it.

Tan Zheng opened his big innocent eyes, desperately using his status as a top student to increase his favorability, while Yang Yan stood beside him silently, being a dumb person.

It's a pity that it's not my own school after all, but there is no punishment. The head teacher asked them both to change to regular school students, and they are not allowed to be boarding students to make trouble in the school. Seeing how they look like, they can't wait to drive them out of school.

Yang Yan didn't say anything, but Tan Zheng pulled Yang Yan's sleeve as soon as he went out, and said aggrievedly, "I'm sorry, I couldn't stay."

Yang Yan looked into Qin Zheng's eyes and smiled a little: "When I go home, I have good food and a good bed to live in, and I don't have to hang up my phone to play computer games. What's wrong with that?"

When they returned to the dormitory, the back desk had already woken up, curled up in the corner of the bed hugging a pillow, their eyes dull.

Yang Yan frowned and grabbed the pillow: "Don't touch my Jinmu, your saliva is almost running down his face."

The back desk bowed his head and apologized in a low voice.

Qin Zheng went to the balcony to collect the clothes, folded them one by one, and then opened the cabinet to organize things.

Hearing the rustling sound from the back table, Qin Zheng raised his head, and seeing him, he said, "Take time to tidy up your things, the school won't let us live in the dormitory."

The back table was startled: "Why?"

"Because of Zhao Xinjie's matter."

The back desk blinked and stayed for a while before realizing: "Did he go to sue the teacher?"

Yang Yan sloppily stuffed the things into the suitcase, snorted and said: "This kind of person is just like this, you just leave him alone, it's better to go home than to live in school."

Qin Zheng also said, "Just change your mood."

The back desk nodded. He fell asleep but broke out in a cold sweat. The sweat stuck to his body was extremely uncomfortable. The whole person was in a dizzy state of dehydration, and he didn't react. apologised.

Yang Yan said it was okay, Qin Zheng also comforted him, lowered his head to find out Yang Yan's messy luggage, and folded them one by one.

The back table looked at them blankly for a while and said, "Shall we move now?"

"Well, just today, the parents have been notified."

"Then can I... take a shower?"

Yang Yan: "Go, no one is right now, and when the people below come back later, the water pressure will not come up."

The back table thanked me and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Qin Zheng helped Yang Yan fold the clothes one by one, and when he realized something, he threw it away in a panic.

Yang Yan was leaning on the bedside and playing with his mobile phone. Seeing this, he couldn't help raising his head, and was also stunned for a moment.

Here's his...underpants.

Yang Yan quickly picked it up and stuffed it into the suitcase, without even looking at it, he pressed several folded clothes on top of it, only to press it so hard that there was no light, and then he felt relieved. Take a breath.

Tan Zheng looked at his hands in embarrassment, and honestly lowered his eyes and dared not speak.

Yang Yan buckled the suitcase, put it upright, and sat on it. The firm suitcase easily bears his weight. Yang Yan raised his legs and asked without words: "Where do you live when you don't live in school?"

Qin Zheng's identity on Earth is that he was born as a top student in an orphanage.

"I can rent a house by myself, or live in the base, but the base is too far from here, so I can't get up early in the morning."

Tan Zheng laughed to himself, "I'm getting lazy."

Yang Yan didn't answer. After watching Tan Zheng for a while, he suddenly stood up and sat beside him.

Qin Zheng couldn't react in time, he couldn't help but moved to the side, but was stopped by Yang Yan, Qin Zheng only felt a layer of cool softness covering his hands, when he lowered his head, it was Yang Yan's hand.

Tan Zheng looked at Yang Yan's hand and opened his clenched hand, squeezed his fingers in, and rubbed his thumb on the back of his hand almost frivolously.

Tan Zheng froze and didn't move, but his face was a little hot.

Looking at his side face, Yang Yan couldn't help smiling, his eyes bent into thin crescents: "You can move in and live with me."

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