the one who lives in my body

From an orphan who was no one wanted to a prince overnight, for An Jingtong, maybe life is like this with ups and downs.

Although the king likes to recognize his son in his own house, there is one thing he will never change, that is, he will only make the eldest son of himself and the queen as the sole heir, commonly known as the eldest son.

A few years ago, news spread that his eldest son was extremely talented in military affairs, and he was decisive and forthright in his dealings with others. More importantly, no matter how many shares the king's love was divided into, the largest share would not be sloppy. There is no doubt that it will be given to the eldest son.

This is a pain for An Jingtong who was taken home, because for some reason, his elder brother, who is the eldest son, hates him very much for no reason, although he is taciturn and tries not to speak, although he has tried his best To reduce your sense of existence.

But his elder brother, who is the eldest son, still didn't let him go.

Some people even released news that the eldest son urged his father to take back the so-called "adopted son" status to An Jingtong, making him a servant working in the palace.

Although "recovering the status of adopted son" and "becoming a servant" are just legends, since the royal family did not send anyone to refute the rumors, then An Jingtong's neglected status can basically be said to be a foregone conclusion.

Now that Anderui came to the throne, according to the eldest son inheritance system and the unshakable position of the eldest son in his heart, everyone knew that the next king would undoubtedly be the eldest son who was now on an equal footing with General Xie Zhengchu.

Therefore, no one dared to show affection to An Jingtong, and everyone was afraid that they would meet the tragic fate of being hated by future heirs to the throne like him.

I have to say that Qiu Xingwen is a talented person. He told An Jingtong's story vividly and vividly, which made me feel intoxicated and dreamlike. The table is such a poor little one!

I'm not the compassionate type, and a tragic story like this didn't stir up some kind of motherhood in me and any kind of "I've got to be nice to him" kind of thought in my mind.

I just think—well, such a beautiful boy shouldn’t have such a fate, and—whatever to do, he is hated for no reason, I think he is just like me.

So when I arrived at class in the afternoon, the moment An Jingtong turned to look at me, I grinned, showed him a big smile, and said, "Hello."

He still didn't reply to me, just looked at me, tilted his head slightly, and after a long time, he opened his mouth to an exaggerated arc and smiled at me.

It took me a long time to realize that he was imitating me.

Although I don't need to communicate with words, it is also very interesting. Sitting next to him, I feel an unprecedented tranquility in my heart.

Looking at the teacher on the podium who is talking about the subjects I am interested in, and touching the armor that seems to have been given life by me in his hand, I can't help but feel satisfied with my current life from the bottom of my heart.

I realized that I hadn't thought of Xie Dongrong for a while. I wondered if it was inconvenient for that guy to go to class in a wheelchair. Besides, his dormitory needed my fingerprint authentication to open it. Does this mean that tonight I Need to escort him back to the dormitory?

I don't know if I will be bitten to death by that guy...

The bell for the end of the first class almost rang at the same time as my optical brain prompt.

It was Qiu Xingwen. I was a little surprised because I couldn't think of any important things he could call me for a while.

"Hey, Tao Shu, can you come here for a while, Xie Dongrong seems to have...some accident, he may...be ill."

Xie Dongrong's name is like a trigger button in my body, almost at the same time he said this, I stood up from my seat without any hesitation.

How many minutes are left for class?What's the next class?What should I do with the homework I just left behind?All of a sudden, these thoughts that were still circling in my mind just now disappeared, and only Xie Dongrong was left in my mind.

Although I went to explore the road in advance, the distance between the teaching buildings of various majors is too long. I ran, thinking, thinking that Xie Dongrong might be as hysterical and crazy as he was in Namin that day, I couldn't help but start to be afraid, and... Regret .

He regretted not listening to the doctor's words, and regretted that he allowed Xie Dongrong to throw things out.

The shape of the mecha control and combat-related floors is very unique. I saw its direction at a glance from a long distance. A team of medical staff in white coats poured in. Xie Dongrong picked up a weapon and smashed an innocent classmate to death...

Qiu Xingwen is really a good partner. From a distance, I saw him standing at the door of the hall and waving to me.

"Is anyone hurt?" I asked, running ahead without stopping.

"...Are you talking about himself?" Qiu Xingwen's words made my heart beat wildly. I thought that in a few minutes, I would see Xie Dongrong screaming irrationally in the classroom covered in blood.

It turns out I was wrong.

When I arrived at the floor where Xie Dongrong was in class, I saw a large group of people gathered outside a functional classroom, the teacher looked at each other, some students knocked on the door, called Xie Dongrong's name, and asked him to open the door.

"Is there anyone else inside?" I asked Qiu Xingwen the question I was most worried about. There is no doubt that at this moment, I have completely put myself in the position of a relative of Xie Dongrong.

Qiu Xingwen's answer made me breathe a sigh of relief. Looking at the closed iron door with the words "Sealed Physical Training Room" pasted on it, it seems that Xie Dongrong even found a special room for his madness before losing his mind. So as not to be seen by others.

Some of the teachers already knew about Xie Dongrong's situation, so they called the school hospital in a hurry, but the medical staff obviously had nothing to do in the face of the iron door that couldn't be shaken by the folding fan.

Faintly, I seemed to hear Xie Dongrong's roar from inside.

Many people tried to communicate with Xie Dongrong through the gate monitoring system next to the iron gate, but to no avail, and the teacher had already started trying to call the law enforcement department to force someone to break open the iron gate.

At this moment, regardless of anyone else, I desperately squeezed in, using my greatest and most ruthless strength to push away all those who blocked my path.

In the end, I almost lay down in front of the small screen next to the iron gate.

I pressed the button to make sure that Xie Dongrong inside could see my face, and I said loudly, "Xie Dongrong, can you let me in?"

In an instant, my voice drowned out all the noise, and the crowded corridor fell into silence.

Ten seconds later, the door still did not open.

Someone already wanted me to be a troublemaker and pulled me away from the door.

"Xie Dongrong!" I called Xie Dongrong's name again loudly and very severely.

With a muffled sound of "哐——", slowly, the iron door cracked a small crack.