I walk the career line in dog blood

"Goodbye, sir."

An Yinong stretched out his hand, but his fingers passed through the black figure.Everything around him disappeared, and he felt that something was disappearing in his brain, which seemed to be the love and hatred of those 'Tian Yinong'...

Do not!

The idea of ​​desperately trying to grasp something and this 'disappearance' confronted in the brain, bringing about tearing pain.

It was difficult for An Yinong, who had already accepted the parting, to be calm again. He clenched his fingers tightly and refused to give up a single step. He was unwilling to forget those little things, let alone let them go.

"System, come out for me!"

A system like a little doll came out, and one black symbol after another flashed across its face: "Don't worry, the host, I won't take away your feelings, I've already secretly hidden them. Shhh—don't ask, I will." be heard."

An Yinong closed his mouth and gritted his teeth until the pain in his brain passed.

"This is a way to protect the host from mental collapse. I know the host doesn't want this, but..." the system gasped, "However, the human body cannot carry too many emotions, and it is easy to become extreme and even crazy. Many of my former hosts were like this, they couldn't bear to lose, let alone face the future."

It looked at An Yinong: "Host, since you left, maybe it's better to let go?"

"What if I don't want to?" He would rather be a lunatic if he wanted to get rid of his emotions.

"But!"

The system wanted to persuade him again, but a gap suddenly opened up in this empty space, and there was pure darkness over there, as if it was being sucked in.

A huge claw covered with black scales protruded from the crack, tearing open the crack, and a huge body slowly appeared.

An Yinong didn't know this behemoth, but unexpectedly felt a sense of relief, as if his intuition was saying: This 'person' can be trusted.

The system trembled all over, it stuck tightly to An Yinong's body, and repeated in a low voice: "Dangerous, dangerous."

The huge monster gradually became smaller, its sharp claws retracted, its horns and tail disappeared, and when 'it' came to An Yinong, it was completely human.He has beautiful and imposing Danfeng eyes, long hair like a waterfall, and the corners of his mouth are raised, smiling.

"Sir?" An Yinong hesitated, but also confused.

'It' is not the same as Mr., but the feeling tells him that this is his Gu Zhengzhong.

"Follow your heart, Yinong, and find me again." 'It' held a crystal clear object in its hand, and guided the small crystal bead under An Yinong's eyes with its fingertips, A burst of cold...

"He Tiantong!"

Something hit him on the head, before An Yinong opened his eyes, he heard a burst of laughter, as if he was mocking something.He also heard the sound of the wind pushing against the windows and the chirping of birds.

An Yinong opened his eyes, the world was blurry at first, but after a few blinks, it became clearer.

There was a classroom in front of me, with many students in white uniforms sitting there, with relaxed smiles on their young faces, a teacher with a curly back was staring at him, and it was him who hit him with a chalk tip just now.

"He Tiantong, stand up and answer the question." The teacher yelled again, and the voice came from far to near, pulling people back from the dream to reality.

An Yinong subconsciously looked at the blackboard, which were the words he was familiar with, but the strange thing was that those words refused to stay where they should be, but jumped around.

Because it was too strange, he didn't react or move, but just stared blankly at the words that would dance on the blackboard.

"What are you looking at?"

"The words seem to be flying." What came out of his mouth was a childish voice, soft, with a rising end, and a little cute.

This voice woke up An Yinong: Who is speaking?

"He Tiantong, get out and stand outside!" His expression was regarded as provocative by the teacher. The young teacher couldn't bear it anymore, and pointed to the door, wanting to exercise his power as a teacher.

An Yinong still didn't quite understand what was going on just now, but he knew it was not appropriate to start a conflict with someone at this moment, so he stood up.

'Bang', something fell from his knee, and when he looked closely, it seemed to be a cartoon, with a rough style of painting, and the characters on it had exaggerated muscles.

"It's fine if you don't listen carefully in class, but you still secretly watch such indecent things?!" The young teacher was furious.

"Teacher, He Tiantong said that he wants to become a cartoonist."

The other students in the class looked at him, some were smiling openly, some were smiling with their mouths covered, it could be seen that such things were commonplace for them.

"Cartoonist?" The teacher looked at him with some resentment, "Is this a serious job? Go out and stand there, and think about what you did wrong."

An Yinong bent down to pick up the comic book, and walked outside amidst their jeers, when the early summer wind blew, he sneezed and became fully awake.

"It's over." He closed his eyes.

Because Tian Xi suffered a lot when he was young, and he was overworked all the year round, his body could not last long.

An Yinong was already preparing to retire, but Huang Meisheng was deprived of his Juren status because of a fraud case, and wandered all the way to the city where he lived. After meeting him on the street, his regret value was immediately full.

Now he traveled again, without a certain existence around him, the world became empty.

There are still people pursuing immortality, he really doesn't know, what kind of happiness is there in being forced to bid farewell to the past all this time?

"System, come out."

The system floated out cautiously, and the host called it 'system' instead of 'little seven', which shows that he was not in a good mood at the moment: "What does the host want to know?"

"You know what I want to ask."

The system hesitated, and looked around: "The emotional withdrawal was not decided by me, it was set by the master brain. People who have lived in the small world for more than a year will have this process."

"That person is Gu Zhengzhong?"

The system's face turned pale, and it trembled: "I, I don't know, I've heard some things, but I'm not sure, and I can't say much."

An Yinong glanced at the sky: "Can we meet again?"

"It's not very likely." The system didn't really want to lie to the host.

"...Where is this?" An Yinong didn't think so, he had an inexplicable confidence that that 'it' was Gu Zhengzhong, and they might meet again one day.

Before that, he will take care of himself and not worry people in the distance.

An Yinong began to get familiar with the environment. All he saw in front of his eyes were traditional characters, but the environment was very modern. It was a school corridor.

Contacting the previous situation, the original owner seems to be a student. Judging from the appearance of the classmates, he should be a middle school student, and his studies are not very good, and the relationship with his classmates is also very average.

Now he is kicked out for not being serious about class.

Outside the classroom is a long corridor. Outside the corridor is the beautiful campus in early summer. There are several buildings on the campus with a height of about 20 meters. There are gold-lettered signboards on them, Fengyu... Yufenglou, which looks like who donated.

"It looks like 90s, you chose modern for me?"

The system hesitated to speak.

"... Lost control again?"

An Yinong asked casually, but who knew that the system really nodded, with tears in his eyes: "I originally chose the 21st century."

What is the use of such a system that runs out of control and shuts down from time to time?

"It's okay, at least it looks like a peaceful society here." After fleeing famine in the previous world, An Yinong no longer had too many requirements for the living environment.

"This is a derivative of a novel set in Hong Kong City, but there are quite a few original authors in it, so the host should take it as an excuse." The system paid off the crime, "I will give the plot and memory to the host now."

At this time, two people who looked like teachers came to the corridor, wearing white professional clothes, with fluffy and curly hair, they saw An Yinong holding a comic book, shook their heads and left.

An Yinong closed his eyes and began to receive the plot and memories.

"Hiss." He opened his eyes again, "Can the plot be transmitted in other formats? The dense words jumping around make people upset."

For the first time, he felt that "word" was such an annoying thing, and An Yinong almost suspected that the original owner had a head injury and a concussion.

The system didn't know why, but it quickly converted the text into audio.This time there were no those jumping words, but he still had a severe headache and was very conflicted.

The system thought for a while: "Maybe it's because this body can't hold too many memories and emotions, and the original owner is just an ordinary person."

"Is there any other way?" Without the memory of the original owner, he would be unable to move a single step here.

"I am changing to an 'experiential method' to transfer memory. The advantage of this is that the host has a clearer memory, but the disadvantage is that the host may be affected by the memory and emotions of the original owner."

An Yinong touched his forehead: "It's just a little emotional influence, it's nothing, let's continue."

"Then I will extract the original owner's important memories first, and remove the unimportant ones. This way the host will be less affected." The system had no choice but to continue. This time, An Yinong successfully accepted most of the memories and the complete plot.

If reading memories before was like watching a movie, without any sense of reality, then receiving memories this time was like recalling his own life. Many fragments flashed back in An Yinong's brain, and for a moment he couldn't tell who he was.

"I'm An Yinong, not He Tiantong..." An Yinong was sweating coldly after regaining his senses, the memories and emotions of the previous worlds overwhelmed the emotions and memories from outside.

"The host, don't be nervous, the original host's influence on you will gradually weaken over time, and it will disappear in at most three months."

An Yinong breathed a sigh of relief.

The original owner's name is He Tiantong, who will be sixteen years old. He is the youngest grandson of He Jizu, a Hong Kong media tycoon.

He was supposed to be a romantic young man with angry horses and fresh clothes, but he was called a poor student because of his poor natural understanding ability. Later, some people suspected that he had a lack of IQ and suffered a lot of discriminatory discrimination.

Although the original owner's family loved him, they didn't understand him. Over time, the original owner gave up on himself and developed a temper that was easily irritated.

The original owner's father was He Chengjue, the third son of the He family, who inherited the family newspaper. His mother, Li Yufeng, was a well-known Cantonese opera actress.

Although they love their only child, the way to love him is to give money, give money desperately.Afterwards, the original owner was brutally abused, and they just transferred him to this government secondary school. After that, they were still busy with their careers and paid little attention to the original owner.

Not many people in this school now know that he is a child of the He family.

Worried that he would be discriminated against because he was born a bit stupid, the He family did not allow anyone to report on He Tiantong, and his name and photo did not appear in the outside world at all.

However, after transferring to another school, Zhang Yu, the English teacher here, inadvertently discovered that the romantic young man He Chengjue was his father.

She wanted to marry into a wealthy family, so she deliberately tossed the original owner, took the opportunity to find the original owner's father, and pretended to be a responsible teacher who cared about the children but was disappointed. evil.

If the plot develops according to the plot, his parents will divorce soon, he will follow his father, and then continue to be suppressed by the English teacher who becomes his stepmother.

At the same time, Zhang Ming, the stepmother's nephew, schemed against the silly young master in another way, until the original owner was tortured and had a mental breakdown.

"Host! Host!"

An Yinong regained his senses, only to realize that the palm of his hand was throbbing. It turned out that his nails had pierced the palm of his hand due to excessive force.

His heart is full of hatred for the guy who caused 'him' misfortune, English teacher Zhang Yu, Zhang Ming who plotted against him, even the original owner's parents, and the protagonist of this story, Wen Long.