After wearing the book, I attacked the male protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

If the original owner is also a proper beauty and strength, with a face that makes any 0 look weak, and his ability to fight is one of the best, then it can be said that there are very few people who are worse than him.

When Gu Juan was young, he still had a relatively happy childhood, growing up carefree, like ordinary children, with a loving mother and a loving father.

But in the sixth grade of elementary school, my mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Seeing that she was getting more and more insane, my father couldn't bear to send her to a mental hospital, but he didn't have so much money to go to a good hospital for treatment, so he kept going. Dragging.

At noon one summer day, the original owner woke up from a nap and saw his mother's weird smiling face on the bedside. Before he could cry out in surprise, his mother covered his head with a pillow.

The father who heard the movement hurried over, was shocked by the sight, and quickly hugged the mother away. She struggled fiercely, frantically trying to kill her own son. As the two pushed and shoved, the mother bumped her head against the corner of the table .

Never got up again.

Because of guilt, his father's health deteriorated, and he died of a serious illness not long after. The originally happy and harmonious family fell apart in an instant, and Gu Juan and grandma began to live a life of dependence.

Gu Juan rubbed his aching stomach, his whole body was in pain like falling apart, obviously it should be the degree of pain that needs to be hospitalized, damn it, he actually felt that he could still bear it by default.

He fumbled in his trouser pocket, and there were a few smooth coins left.

Gu Juan: Well, not only can I stand it, but I can even fight.

He picked up the white and blue school uniform jacket in the corner, threw it on his shoulders, wiped his face, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the setting sun and the last twilight of the sunset, towards the direction of his memory home.

His family is in the old city, which is not far from the school. It takes half an hour to walk there. It has a strong atmosphere of life, and every household is an old neighbor. Seeing that it is not easy for Grandma Gu to bring a grandson by herself, she feels sorry for her. Their family is well taken care of.

Seeing that Gu Juan was coming back late again, someone started nagging.

"Oh, my baby, Juanzi is fighting again. Really, it's not Aunt Wang who said you. Look at you, you haven't learned well in the past three days. You fight like others every day. Grandma Gu is much better than you. Worry." This chubby woman who called herself Aunt Wang was the proprietress of the fruit stall downstairs, and although she had a bad mouth, she took good care of Gu Juan.

Gu Ci is like a wild wolf on the outside, staying away from strangers and fighting fiercely, but he is always easy to bow his head in the face of kindness.

I have to say, this little bastard liar actually has two faces.

"Aunt Wang, don't tell my grandma, she has bad eyesight, so she can't see the wound on my face." Gu Juan indifferently softened the swollen eye sockets, with an unruly look.

"You bastard, here, here are some apples and bananas, you can take them up and eat them with Grandma Gu, you can't finish them all by yourself." Aunt Wang babbled while stuffing something into Gu Juan's arms .

"Hey, what's this for?" Gu Juan wanted to refuse, and pushed his hand away, but his wrist was injured, so he insisted on not being stubborn to Aunt Wang.

I thought to myself that I would secretly stuff the money at the fruit stand tomorrow, so I can't take advantage of others anyway.

"If you dare to sneak money into my fruit stall again, the next time I see Grandma Gu, I'll sue her and say you're fighting again." Aunt Wang threatened with narrowed eyes.

"Aunt Wang, then I can take advantage of you." Gu Juan raised Leng Junjun's brows and smiled frivolously. His originally unrestrained and unrestrained movements, paired with his horrible face, are really impressive. Can't bear to look directly at it.

Aunt Wang waved her hand and said impatiently: "Go, go, if you don't accept it, I will file a complaint next time."

Gu Juan had no choice but to carry a bag of fruit and walk towards the corridor. His family lived on the third floor, and the walls were covered with traces of time, children's scribbles, and advertising stickers everywhere.

He stood in front of the door, paused for a few seconds, adjusted his expression, and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" A kind voice came from the door.

"Grandma is me." Gu Juan replied kindly.

The door was opened from the inside, through the anti-theft door, Gu Juan saw the grandma's appearance clearly, it was exactly as he imagined, with gray hair, kind eyebrows and gentle eyes.

"Jianzi is back, come in quickly, why did you go today? It's a little late to come back. I didn't even say anything to grandma..." Grandma Gu mumbled, and turned to get him some hot food.

"Grandma, this is the fruit given by Aunt Wang." Gu Juan put the things on the table and took a look at the environment of the room. It was a bit more spacious than the rental house he used to live in. After all, it was a place where four people lived.

"Xiao Wang gave it again? Sigh, I haven't finished eating the apples I gave last time..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, and she began to read in the kitchen. The sound of cooking was too loud, and Gu Juan couldn't hear it clearly.

Gu Juan glanced at the back of Grandma Gu in the kitchen, and suddenly felt a little sore in his eyes. He was an orphan before, and he grew up in an orphanage. No one left food for him when he came home.

He looked back, searched for memory, found safflower oil, poured a little in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it on the injured, red and swollen area. The smell was a bit pungent.

Speaking of which, the original owner's physical fitness is not ordinary. No matter how hard he was beaten, as long as he has a breath, he will be alive and kicking after a few days of cultivation.

Gu Juan ate two big bowls of rice with capers and poached eggs, then took the dirty clothes back to his room, took a shower, lay on the bed, and fell asleep within a few minutes.

The early morning alarm clock rang on time, and it was already a quarter past seven. At this time, the morning self-study in No. [-] Middle School had already finished.

Gu Juan got up slowly and put on his school uniform. The school uniform was sporty, with white short sleeves on the inside, a blue No. [-] Middle School badge on the chest, a white and blue striped sports jacket, and sky blue sports pants. .

When Gu Juan looked at himself in the mirror, he felt several years younger. The man in the mirror was [-] to [-]% similar to Gu Juan in the real world, but the man in the mirror had a sharper outline, and his brows were more aggressive and ruthless. .

But this good look was discounted by the redness and swelling at the corners of the mouth and the bruising at the corners of the eyes, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Grandma Gu has already set up a stall downstairs. She set up a breakfast stall and makes some simple fried dough sticks, steamed stuffed buns and soy milk to make ends meet.

Gu Juan zipped it up, put on a schoolbag that didn't weigh much, and went downstairs in a few strides.

Grandma Gu handed Gu Juan the egg, soy milk and fritters that she had prepared long ago, and said: "Be careful, be careful of the car."

With a deep-fried dough stick in his mouth, he waved to Grandma Gu, his tall figure disappearing into the morning light.

No. [-] Middle School is not a good high school, it is at the lower middle level in Haishi City, there are many top students in it, but more students like Gu Juan whose grades are not very outstanding.

Well, it should be considered very bad.

Gu Juan stepped into the classroom and sat in the last window seat in the first row. It was standard for a scumbag. He didn't have a deskmate, although he didn't care.

The original owner's life at school was either sleeping, fighting or on the way to fighting. Of course, no one wanted to have anything to do with him, after all, no one wanted to be beaten.

Following the sound of Gu Juan's chair sliding across the tiled floor, the two boys sitting in front silently leaned their backs straight forward, their straight necks showing tension.

Gu Juan glanced at the drawer, there were clean books neatly placed inside, he didn't want to open the book, the teacher didn't care about him anyway.

Although his grades in the real world were not bad before, but after so many years, he has already paid it back to the teacher.

He propped his chin up, staring at the spittle-flying English teacher, and his thoughts flew out of the window. The next plot should be waiting for his girlfriend to "abandon" him.

Suddenly I feel so fresh, I haven't had a girlfriend or been dumped in my two lifetimes combined.Gu Juan pressed the tip of the pen boredly, making small knocking sounds.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but it seems that the tables of the two boys in front seem to have moved a little forward.

The bell rang for the end of the second class. There were four classes in the morning in the third middle school. After the first two classes, there was a half-hour break. Gu Juan yelled, lying on the table to wake up, his eyes a little blurred.

Seeing the little fat man at the front table, who seemed to be called Zhao Youqian, Gu Juan sighed in his heart, yes, he has a name to pursue.

Zhao Youqian grabbed a few colorful lollipops, and said to his tablemate wearing small glasses, "Which flavor do you like, pick one?"

Gu Juan raised his eyes and stared at one of the pink lollipops, and smashed it with his mouth.

Gu Juan: It doesn't mean anything else, I just want to eat something sweet.

Seeing the boy who was supposed to be sleeping on the table, Zhao Youqian stared at him unblinkingly, and couldn't help but look at Li Bufan at the same table with guilt.

Zhao Youqian: What to do, what to do, what is he watching me do, he doesn't want to beat me up, does he?

Li Bufan: I don’t know, don’t look at me, I can’t beat him.

Zhao Youqian: ...

He turned his head stiffly, with a muscular smile on his chubby face: "Brother Tired, do you want to eat?" If you eat it, you won't beat me up, right?

The chubby hands that were visible to the naked eye were trembling.

Gu Juan raised his eyes, as if a little surprised that the little fat man would take the initiative to talk to him, raised his slender fingers and pointed, his voice was hoarse because he had just woken up: "Strawberry flavored."

"Ah, oh, here, here." Zhao Youqian hurriedly squeezed the lollipop and handed it over, secretly raised his eyes, looked at Gu Juan's unruly and handsome eyebrows, and inexplicably felt that there was a sense of passing a cigarette to the boss.

Gu Juan took the lollipop and snapped the candy wrapper. His voice was deep and magnetic, very textured. It was the kind of voice that boys would love when they heard it: "Thank you, fat man."

Then he heard someone yell loudly: "Gu Juan, someone is looking for you." When he looked towards the source of the sound, he saw that everyone was doing their own business and nothing happened.

Gu Juan stuffed the lollipop into his mouth, raised his legs and walked towards the corridor, his expression was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey! Did you hear that, the boss said thank you to me! He's so polite." Zhao Youqian held Li Bufan's hand with an expression like he'd seen a ghost. He loved watching movies about young and Dangerous kids since he was a child. Yes, I adore this kind of ruffian street boss, if Gu Juan wasn't so cold and ruthless, he might have already applied for his leg pendant.

Li Bufan pushed his glasses, looked at the excited Zhao Youqian speechlessly, and said in a cold tone, "He not only said thank you, but also called you fat."

"Fatty is called such a boss, ah, I'm dead..."

The author has something to say: the plot may be, probably, maybe a bit slow. The stupid author writes slowly, and the treasurers read it slowly. Thank you for your comments and comments, spread the flowers~