Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Li Rong counted the few personal belongings, went through the discharge procedures, and took a taxi home with his handbag.

The house was going to be auctioned by the court in a month, but because he was the only one left, the court turned a blind eye and refused to drive him away this month.

In his last life, he hid at home in a trance for a month, tortured himself to such an extent that he couldn't change anything in the end.

It wouldn't be interesting to do it again.

Li Rong fumbled for the key, opened the door and walked in. There was a damp smell in the room that hadn't been ventilated for a long time.

I don't know if it's because he has lived in Cen Xiao's golden house for a long time, but he actually feels that his home is small and cozy.

All the valuable antique calligraphy and paintings in the house were removed, leaving only daily necessities. On the tan floor, the traces of the piano being dragged were clearly visible. The place where the piano was once placed was covered with a thin layer of white ash.

The whole villa is quiet and quiet, as if the sizzling sound of the steak frying next door can seep in through the brick wall.

With a calm expression, Li Rong found a power strip to charge his phone, took off his clothes, and went into the bathroom with a towel.

The hot water rushed down, and the smell of medicine and stickiness accumulated on his body for a week slipped down the sewer. He washed every corner of his body carefully, and finally gasped for breath while holding on to the toilet seat tiredly.

It has to be said that his physical fitness at the age of 17 is far worse than that at the age of 23.

If it wasn't for Cen Xiao who could torment him too much, he wouldn't have practiced martial arts for two years in an attempt to fight back.

While washing and washing, Li Rong's movements gradually stopped. Facing the blurred full-length mirror in the bathroom, his eyes gradually focused on his slightly green face.

He has the mind and knowledge reserve of 23 years old, can he still not be able to deal with Cen Xiao?

"Guide it well now, and you won't be so crazy in four years." Li Rong muttered, moving his fingers back along his abdomen and rubbing his waist.

After taking a shower, with dripping hair, he went to the bedroom to find a fat T-shirt to put on, then sat cross-legged on the corner of the bed and turned on his phone.

The size of mobile phones six years ago was still small, and the design styles of various software were also very retro.

It took him a while to get used to it.

In the past week, he has received a lot of private messages, or caring, or eating melons, or hearing rumors from somewhere that he is dead to express his condolences.

The school group and class group have banned news related to him. The time in the group is quiet, the teacher assigns homework as usual, and even the number of people checking in has increased.

[Song Yuanyuan: Li Rong, is your family really bankrupt?Your parents committed suicide? 】

[Song Yuanyuan: I want to see you, but my mother won't let me. 】

His current girlfriend, a childhood sweetheart, sent him two messages on the first day of the accident, and then nothing for a week.

Li Rong watched it calmly, trying to recall Song Yuanyuan's appearance in high school in his mind, but what he recalled was the figure of Song Yuanyuan who had dumped him and pursued Cen Wei bitterly.

It is simply unbearable.

The day Song Yuanyuan and Cen Wei confessed their love happened to be the graduation ceremony of University A, and there was a lot of noise. Li Rong entered the country accidentally, showing some bitterness reminiscing about the past, and it happened that Song Yuanyuan and him looked at each other with a panic visible to the naked eye.

All of this was seen by Cen Xiao.

That night, Li Rong knew that Cen Wei might find him trouble, but he didn't expect to solve the trouble in bed. After that day, his world view was completely collapsed and reshaped.

However, in the third year of high school, he and Cen Wei hadn't become friends with each other yet, even though they had been at the same table for two months, the number of conversations they had had was only a handful, like two parallel lines that would never intersect.

Li Rong turned to the class group, found Cen Xiao's blue-gold gradient profile picture in the group friends list, clicked on it several times, but still held back and didn't add him.

Four years.

Cen Xiao quietly planned for four years, until he pinched his lifeline and forced him to bend down and submit, only then did he reveal his true colors.

Li Rong let out a breath, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Crazy, how unbearable it is."

Night invades, bright yellow street lamps cruising to the floor through the window screens, and the bright mobile phone screen hurts people's eyes.

Li Rong put the phone aside, touched his half-dried hair, and curled up with his limbs, nestled in a corner of the bed, and fell asleep with his elbows on his pillow.

He was so exhausted, exhausted enough from what had happened all day.

He thought he would dream about many things, such as why there was a hydrogen cyanide gas leak in the dangerous goods room, such as how he would suddenly go back to six years ago, such as GT201...

But he didn't dream of anything, instead he had a rare good sleep.

The next day, Li Rong woke up late unexpectedly.

He has always had a strict timetable, especially after entering Jiang Weide's group at the Hongsuo Research Institute, even if he indulged too much with Cen Wei, he never missed the time to check in and report.

Li Rong touched his phone and scanned his eyes. At eight o'clock in the morning, it was already the time for the first class of the third year of high school.

He got up from the bed to wash up, but before his feet touched the ground, he immediately shrank back while holding his stomach.

There were bursts of convulsive pain in the stomach, and cold sweat instantly wet the soft temples. Li Rong moaned twice, clenching his teeth, silently waiting for the throbbing pain to pass.

It took a full 10 minutes of pain before he let go of his tightly curled limbs, spread out on the bed, stared at the ceiling, and panted lightly.

The tips of his hair were stuck to his pale face with sweat, his long and fragile neck was covered with sweat beads, and the morning light with a warm yellow halo lightly held his palm.

Barely regaining his strength, Li Rong took off his bulky T-shirt, changed into the school uniform in A, and went out with his empty schoolbag.

He bought a cup of oatmeal on the side of the road, drank the thinnest part to nourish his stomach, and then gave the rest to the stray cats in the city.

Middle A is the affiliated high school of University A, and University A is the cradle for selecting scientific and technological talents. To be able to go to school in A, either he is very capable or his family has special resources. Li Rong used to belong to the category of both.

The last time I came to A, it seemed that I was speaking on behalf of the cutting-edge talents of the senior group of the Hongsuo Research Institute.

With Hong Suo's name, all the school leaders in Middle A circle around him, but he has been in a low mood, because the night before, he had a fight with Cen Wei, and his bones and frame were about to fall apart.

"I don't come to school until what time, what are you looking at!" The doorman quarreled and pushed the iron door open, his face was full of impatience, and his eyes scanned Li Rong like two detectors.

Being a doorman in A also requires emotional intelligence. On the one hand, some lawless students must be in awe. Will retaliate.

Li Rong didn't change his face, and walked in with unfriendly eyes.

"Wait, which class, write it down and sign it." The gate guard threw a record book towards Li Rong, which was specially used to record the students who violated the school rules and left early.

Li Rong still remembered his class and teacher, and after he finished quickly, he paused for a moment in the column of personal signature.

His current font is probably not the same as in high school.

But he only hesitated for a moment, and quickly signed his name.

"Okay." Li Rong handed the record book back.

The doorman glanced at him and shook his hand: "Hurry up and go back to the classroom! You're already in your third year of high school and you're late."

Li Rong was carrying his shriveled schoolbag, searching his memory to find his original class, the classroom was noisy, obviously the teacher went out for some reason.

"What do you choose for the last multiple-choice question?"

"Do you think Li Rong can come back? Will we have no squad leader in the future?"

"Hey, does Song Yuanyuan, the classmate next door, know the inside story?"

"Why did Lao Yang ask Brother Xiao to go out?"

Li Rong raised his hand and pushed the classroom door open.

At that moment, he realized that he was more powerful than the class teacher, and the classroom was so quiet that there was no creature that could breathe.

More than 40 pairs of eyes looked at him in unison, and everyone stopped their movements in unison, holding their breath and concentrating, their eyes full of anticipation.

That kind of gaze didn't mean well, but it wasn't malicious either. It was just the instinct of human nature, anticipating how a person who fell from a height and was almost smashed to pieces would react.

At this moment, it seems that everyone has turned into human observers, waiting for the formerly cold and indifferent monitor to write a rich stroke in the anecdotes in A.

Li Rong stood calmly at the door of the class, accepted three minutes of worship, and then asked in a normal tone: "What class?"

"Chemistry exam." Someone responded in a low voice.

"Oh." Li Rong looked around the class, he didn't really remember his seat, but fortunately, only the third row and the second row were empty in the class.

He's not here, and neither is Cen Xiao.

The problem is that the Health and Discipline Management Regulations in Middle A require students to clean up the top and bottom of their desks after school every day, so both his and Cen Xiao's desks are empty, and he is actually not sure which side he is sitting on.

After all, in high school, nothing happened between him and Cen Xiao, and their friendship was not deep.

The representative of the chemistry class sitting in the first row pointed to the podium: "Squad leader, there are papers on the podium, and the teacher said that the get out of class is over."

"Thank you." Li Rong looked away, walked to the front of the podium, took out a paper, and then walked straight to the empty seat with his schoolbag on his shoulders.

Anyway, the two tables were empty, so it didn't matter where they sat, after all, he and Cen Xiao had even rolled the sheets, so there was no need to make a clear distinction.

Before Li Rong came back, the class always discussed him in private, the gossip spread more and more outrageous, and there was a wave of conviction that he had died with his parents.

But as soon as Li Rong came back, nothing seemed to have changed. Young people always accepted new news faster, and after a moment of shock, they all lowered their heads and did the papers.

Li Rong threw down his schoolbag, and glanced at the high school test paper, which was already unfamiliar to him.

From the beginning to the end, he couldn't help thinking that high school wasted so much time on such simple things.

He should have skipped a grade.

"cough……"

The weakness caused by the treatment has not fully recovered, and the journey from home to school alone made him break out in a cold sweat.

The thin school uniform is attached to the thin back, and when the wind blows, the coolness seems to penetrate to the bones.

He pushed the paper to the corner of the table, crossed his arms, lowered his head, and put his right ear on it.

This was the first time in his life that he lay down on the desk to sleep openly.

Li Rong actually felt very relaxed.

As a staunch atheist, he once thought that he would soon turn into a pile of inconspicuous ashes and slag, who would be buried when he died, serving as an indispensable nourishment in the ecological cycle.

He has no chance to see his parents who died of gas poisoning again, let alone a certain beast with a maddened intermittent animal desire.

He has many regrets.

If he was given another chance, he would rather be a salted fish and make up for everything he hadn't experienced in his previous life.

When Cen Xiao came back from the outside, his face was a little gloomy.

He had one hand in his pocket, his clothes were half uncovered, and a black clavicle chain hung around his neck.

When he raised his eyes, the first thing he saw was Li Rong who was occupying his seat and sleeping quietly.

Li Rong's sleeping posture is quite regular, with arms folded, fingers half curled up, head buried between the two arms, soft half-long hair sliding down the side of the ears, when the eyes are closed tightly, the eyelids are so thin that you can see Clear blue capillaries, between the end of the left eye and the temple, there is a small mole that is neither deep nor shallow.

Probably because his skin has become very pale recently, the mole actually has a sense of presence in the sun.

Cen Xiao lowered his eyes and watched in silence for a while.

Li Rong arched his back, his school uniform jacket slipped below his shoulders, his slender neck was completely exposed, and the shape of the protruding neck bone was exquisite and beautiful, which was very suitable for buckling under the palm of his hand.

After watching for a while, Cen Wei raised his leg and kicked the table unceremoniously.

"Get up, my place."

It was probably the first time to sleep in class, this time Li Rong finally had a dream.

He dreamed that he was struggling in the pure black water, unable to see the shore, let alone the light.

He dreamed of a monster whose face couldn't be seen clearly, grinning strangely at him, with a shrill voice: "I don't know what to do, you should die!"

He thought he was about to drown in the Black Sea, but the sea water suddenly violently shook.

The endless darkness seemed to be diluted, and the bone-chilling coldness slowly receded. His whole body was like stepping on a soft cloud, warmed by the shimmering sunlight, so he didn't want to open his eyes.

It's comfortable, except for... a little numbness in the arms.

Feeling so uncomfortable, Li Rong finally opened his eyes reluctantly.

The first thing that catches the eye is a very bewilderingly handsome face.

This face was familiar to him, every unspeakable night, the man would pinch his neck, forcing him to open his eyes while trembling, and take a closer look at this face.

Half awake and half asleep, Li Rong frowned, raised his eyelids slightly, rolled his eyes impatiently, and said angrily, "I won't do it, my back hurts."