After wearing the chronological control group

"Ahhh-"

"Dead man—!"

A horrified scream went straight to Tianling Gai.

Ye Weixie was so shaken that his eardrums hurt, and he even twitched his head.

He was so uncomfortable that he raised his hands to cover his ears, not to die in the car accident in the end, but he was yelled to death by this voice.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, the scream resounded through the sky again.

"Ah ah ah ah! It's a corpse—"

Ye Weixie: "..."

Ye Weixie struggled to open his eyes, wanting to say that he could still save him, but he only had time to see a ghostly figure running wildly in the darkness.

"Call an ambulance anyway." Ye Weixie muttered, "Otherwise, in the middle of the night..."

Wait, midnight?

Ye Weixie froze, he remembered that he had to work on the manuscript until [-]:[-] in the morning last night.

After handing in the manuscript, he went out to eat breakfast as usual, when a private car suddenly lost control and rushed onto the sidewalk. He was hit by the car and flew away in order to save a scared little girl, and he lost consciousness on the spot.

Why is it midnight when you open your eyes?And shouldn't he be in the hospital?

Ye Weixie turned his stiff neck to look around, the dirt road, wild grass, and no one in sight.

He hurriedly fumbled for his phone, but it was empty as expected.

Ye Weixie was stunned.

Is he... dumped?

"In, in, over there—"

A burst of chaotic footsteps came from far and near.

Ye Weixie turned his head to look, and saw a group of people running towards here with flashlights in their hands.

It was in front of me in an instant.

The leader was a tall, middle-aged man with a shaved body. He had a rough appearance and fierce eyes, so he was not easy to mess with.

Beside her was an anxious looking aunt with short hair, a round face, and a slightly plump figure.

The rest couldn't see clearly because of the light, but they were probably villagers from a village.

He swallowed his parched throat, "Can you make a—hiss!"

There was a sudden stabbing pain in his head, and Ye Weixie passed out when his vision went dark.

"Be careful!!!" The round-faced aunt exclaimed.

The middle-aged uncle quickly supported Ye Weixie who was about to fall, "Go back first and then talk about it."

"Yes, go back first."

Everyone rushed to help the man onto the back of the middle-aged uncle.

When he was about to leave, one of them suddenly pointed at a place and exclaimed, "What do you think is that?"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and after seeing what it was, a group of people all changed their faces.

"Hurry to the hospital!!"

I don't know who yelled, and the group of people hurried back again.

Ye Weixie, who was in a coma, didn't know anything about it, because he was in great pain at the moment.

The content of a book was stuffed into his mind like a force-feeding duck.

And he quickly realized a fact.

He is wearing a book.

Worn into a chronicle.

Became the 17-year-old boy with the same name and surname as him in the text, the male protagonist's control group——

The cannon fodder never stops.

Chronology tells the story of the male protagonist growing up from an unknown country boy to the president of a technology company.

And Ye Weixie is the control group on the male protagonist's road to success.

He also lost his parents and became a poor orphan with no father or mother, but he went to a completely different ending.

After the hero Zhou Hao lost his parents, he worked hard to study at night, and joined hands with the heroine, both of them were admitted to the ideal university.

After graduating, he was helped by noble people, and his career went smoothly, even if there were occasional twists and turns, they were resolved quickly. At the age of 35, he took the position of president of the company.

The lovely wife at home also gave birth to a pair of children for him, which can be said to be a double harvest of love and career.

But Ye Weixie, who was the control group, was just the opposite.

After becoming orphans, the control group committed suicide by drinking pesticides, then dropped out of school and stayed at home, and lived with the gangsters on the street all day long.

In the end, he died on the street because of a fight.

The comparison is stark.

And now it is going to the plot of the control group drinking pesticides.

After receiving the contents of the book and the memory of the original owner, Ye Weixie opened his eyes and found himself lying in a ward with a sense of age, with a faint smell of disinfectant in his breath.

"Are you awake?" A voice of surprise suddenly sounded from the side.

Ye Weixie turned his head to look over, and found that the person who spoke was the miniature version of the middle-aged uncle he last saw before he fainted.

According to memory, the young man's name is Qi Hui, the youngest son of the middle-aged uncle Qi Dajun, 19 years old this year, and the neighbor of the original owner.

Because I don't plan to take the college entrance examination this year, I'm already at home now.

"Why am I here?" he asked.

After asking, I realized that my voice was very hoarse.

Seeing this, Qi Hui quickly got up and poured water for him. Of course, he didn't delay in explaining the ins and outs of the matter.

Simply put—

He fainted on the side of the road. First, he was misunderstood to have faked his body after death, and then he was misunderstood to have drunk pesticide. He was rushed to the hospital, and finally found that he was just drunk.

"You don't know." Speaking of this, Qi Hui couldn't laugh or cry, "If the doctor didn't ask a few more questions, you would have been pushed to gastric lavage."

When they saw the pesticide bottle in the morning, everyone thought that Ye Weixie drank the pesticide, so he was sent to the hospital as if he drank the pesticide.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that it was just drinking alcohol and coma caused by excessive mental stimulation.

Ye Weixie, who was drinking water from the cup, was puzzled, "Didn't you drink?"

He remembered that the original owner in the book drank it and stayed in the courtyard for three days because of gastric lavage, so when he returned to the village, he had already missed the best time for clarification, and all the transmissions that should be passed on were finished.

He was also placed on the opposite side of the male protagonist, and started a miserable life as a control group.

Ye Weixie whispered, Qi Hui didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"It's nothing." Ye Weixie shook his head, it's best not to drink, otherwise it would be troublesome to deal with the gossip in the village.

Qi Hui said again: "I said at the time that they thought too much." If Yu Sheyan really couldn't think about it, he couldn't think about it, so he couldn't wait until today.

Ye Weixie said, "It's hard to say."

After all, the original owner didn't want to, but he couldn't stand someone coming to stimulate him.

Qi Hui was startled, "Huh?"

"It's okay." Ye Weixie smiled and said, "I'll trouble you this time, thank you."

"Hey! What's the trouble?" Qi Hui waved his hands indifferently, his rough face was full of righteousness, "I don't care about our relationship."

Ye Weixie raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, he remembered that the relationship between the original owner and Qi Hui in the book was not close, and they didn't have much contact at ordinary times, but judging from what Qi Hui meant, why did they look like brothers who had died?

He asked curiously, "What's the relationship between us?"

"Neighbor." Qi Hui took it for granted.

"..." Ye Weixie.

It was he who was ignorant.

"Did the doctor say when I can leave?" Ye Weixie changed the subject neatly.

Qi Hui thought about it for a while, "I didn't say that."

"That……"

"Wait, I'll go ask you."

Before Ye Weixie could finish speaking, Qi Hui rushed out of the ward like a gust of wind.

Bring the doctor back soon.

The doctor listened to the heartbeat, asked a few more questions, and let Ye Weixie leave the hospital after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

Changing back to his own clothes, Ye Weixie asked Qi Hui to go back first, as he still had things to do.

Qi Hui didn't believe that Ye Weixie would be overwhelmed, and he had other things to do, so he simply left.

After the people left, Ye Weixie turned to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

The boy in the mirror had thick and long hair that almost covered his entire face, making him look gloomy.

Ye Weixie understood, no wonder the original owner had no friends.

But now it's cheaper for him, otherwise his temperament will change too much, it's okay if he doesn't know him well, it will be troublesome to explain to someone he knows well.

He raised his hand to lift the hair on his forehead, and a handsome and familiar face appeared in the mirror.

Ye Weixie raised his eyebrows, isn't this what he looked like when he was sixteen or seventeen?

The boy has exquisite facial features, white and thin skin, some baby fat on his cheeks, typical peach blossom eyes, amber pupils shining brightly, very energetic.

His lips were a little pale, but it didn't affect his appearance in the slightest, on the contrary, he was a little more delicate and beautiful.

All right, Ye Weixie put down his hand, and brushed away the hair covering his face, at least it was his own face, otherwise he would have to get used to living with a completely unfamiliar face.

After leaving the hospital, Ye Weixie first found a rice noodle stall to fill his stomach, and then walked to the department store in the county town while looking at the dusty streets around him according to his memory.

It's not that he's hypocritical.

Even though it was the same body, he was still a little uncomfortable with sharing a towel and toothbrush with the original owner, so he had to buy a new one.

And clothes too.

It's just that he is too shy in his pocket. Now his whole body is only 11 yuan. Oh, and the family still owes [-] yuan in foreign debts.

So don't talk about clothes, even buying a pair of underwear is probably enough.

"Hey, I said, why are you like this? Don't do porcelain work without diamonds. Since you don't know how to cut it, how can you do it? Now my brother's hair has been cut, what do you think?"

A voice of accusation came suddenly, Ye Weixie vaguely grasped a few words, hair cut bad?

His eyes lit up, he turned his head to look over, and saw across the street, a gray-haired old man was arguing excitedly with two tough-faced men, surrounded by a few spectators.

His eyes quickly fell on the head of the man who was still wearing a scarf.

It's okay not to look at it, but it's a shock to see it.

The man's hair was cut like half a watermelon rind upside down on his head.

And it's still a watermelon rind with a square cut in the middle.

Ye Weixie almost burst out laughing.

No wonder people are in a hurry.

If it were him, it would have been a long time ago.

Thinking of something, he turned on his toes and walked over.

The old man crossed his hips, full of air, "Nonsense, I obviously cut it according to your request, what's not good about it?"

"Where does it look good?" Watermelon head was about to go crazy, and roared angrily, "You cut my hair like this, how can I get married the day after tomorrow?"

"If you had said earlier that you couldn't cut it, we would have changed places. Now that it's done like this, I can't save it even if I try to fix it."

The people watching the fun also nodded one after another.

"Master, you have grown up. She is going to get married soon. If you cut someone's hair like this, how can someone pick up the bride?"

"If I were the mother-in-law, seeing my son-in-law with such hair coming to pick us up, I would beat him out with a stick. It's not shameful enough."

The old man blushed when he was told, "You are talking nonsense, what is wrong with this hairstyle? Isn't it the same as the picture he brought, what, what, what, what?"

It's okay not to say it, but when he said it, Watermelon Head became even more angry.

He quickly took out a photo from his pocket, then turned his face to the side, and asked the onlookers, "Look, what's the same?"

Everyone took a closer look and shook their heads.

"It's not the same at all."

Ye Weixie felt that this was the worst time Guo Tianwang was hacked.

Seeing that no one stood by him, the old man was too lazy to talk anymore, so he waved his hands impatiently, "Let's go, let's go, I won't charge you for this bill, just treat me like Lei Feng. Don't make noise here."

"You—" Watermelon head was in a hurry, and he stretched out his hand to grab the old man's collar, but he was caught by the wrist quickly.

At the same time, a clear voice entered everyone's ears.

"Why don't you let me try?"

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