Reaper of Faith [Quick Travel GL]

At ten o'clock in the evening, the Song family.

Father Song sat on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another, with a look of sadness on his face that had been tortured by suffering all year round.

He was full of puzzlement about his wife's layoff, "It's a good job, we'll be dismissed as soon as we say... We're not the kind of people who sneak around... Otherwise, let's bring some gifts tomorrow and talk to the workshop director. You go back and get on with it."

Mother Song wiped her tears, "It's useless..."

Father Song let out a long sigh, and after a while, he hesitated and said: "Where is Xixi, why hasn't Xixi come back?"

"Yeah, it's already ten o'clock, why hasn't Xixi come home yet? Is something wrong?" Song's mother glanced at the clock on the wall, and suddenly panicked, "I'll call her and ask... ..."

As she said that, she stood up and was about to get her mobile phone that was charging.

The mobile phones of her and Song's father were given for [-] calls. They were said to be smart phones, and many functions were not as good as the old mobile phones before. With the charging cable plugged in, it often runs out of power after two calls.

As soon as she touched the phone, there was the sound of the anti-theft door being opened. Mother Song asked in surprise, "Xixi, you are back. Why did you come so late today?"

Song Qianxi had a dark face, "You care so much about me!"

Song's mother smiled and said, "This child, doesn't mom care about you..."

Song Qianxi didn't look at Song's mother, rushed into the bedroom with her schoolbag on her back, and slammed the door behind her.

The chill hits.

The conversation between the two punks rang in her ears again.

"Brother, this chick is quite beautiful."

The skinny gangster wearing tight pants pinched her face, and his lewd eyes swept over Song Qianxi's body like X-rays.

Song Qianxi tore away his hand angrily, but was slapped cleanly again.

"Don't be shameless..."

The little bastard called brother had dyed a few strands of purple hair. Seeing Song Qianxi's fierce eyes, black and white eyes with a faint ghostly look, his heart felt cold for no reason, and he slapped another little bastard on the back of the hand. Go up, "Okay, you want to die, your brains were really eaten by sperm? Have you forgotten how Qinglong was caught? His backstage is so hard, if it wasn't for the minor he raped before at school How could he be sentenced to life imprisonment for committing suicide by jumping off a building..."

When the firewood stick boy heard it, the burning desire in his heart was completely extinguished.

Coincidentally, when the little girl raped by Qinglong jumped off the building, they happened to be collecting protection fees near that middle school.

Hearing that someone jumped off the building, in order to watch the fun, he rushed over immediately, just in time to see the little girl in her teens lying in a pool of blood, her limbs were twisted, and most of her forehead was shattered.

This bloody scene had a severe impact on the two seventeen or eighteen-year-old punks.

After the two returned home, they had a full week of nightmares before they recovered.

After being told by the purple hair, the fire stick looked at Song Qianxi, as if he saw the unwilling eyes of the girl who fell on the ground.

Don't talk about lust, he is mentally strong without impotence.

It stands to reason that Song Qianxi escaped, she should feel lucky, but after hearing about the jumping off the building, she felt chills all over her body.

Because a year ago, in the entire Jiangcheng, there was one and only one minor who jumped off the building——Mu Wei.

Mu Wei was Song Qianxi's only friend.

Even after several months, Song Qianxi still remembered what Mou Wei looked like.

She has black and bright hair, snow-white skin, and delicate features like a doll. When she smiles, there are two dimples at the corners of her mouth, which are extra sweet.

Mu Wei, like Yun Qingqiu, is like the opposite of Song Qianxi.

The same incredible beauty, also sought after by boys.

Song Qianxi was terribly jealous of her, but she still became friends with her.

Because Mu Wei felt that Song Qianxi played the game very well, and she had a handsome posture when talking to those local hooligans.

She is Song Qianxi's admirer.

Like all fans, she can't wait to give Song Qianxi her best.

Bring breakfast, buy snacks, and spend money for Song Qianxi.

For a long time, Song Qianxi used her as a cash machine.

Until one day, she took Mu Wei to meet Qinglong.

Qinglong invited the two little girls to dinner. When she woke up, Song Qianxi was lying in the room of the small hotel, and Mu Wei was not by her side.

She made a few phone calls but couldn't get through, so she went home on her own.

Then, she got the Xueba system, immersed herself in the system, and drifted away from Mu Wei.

She doesn't really remember when Mu Wei became estranged from herself, she just felt as if suddenly one day, the person who was waiting for her after school disappeared, and no one was chirping in her ear asking her what she wanted to eat tonight thing.

She just felt that she had lost a burden. After the high school entrance examination, she heard about Mu Wei's jumping off the building.

The school suppressed the news very well. There are countless versions circulating among the students, such as guesses like the high school entrance examination pressure, pregnant and abandoned by her boyfriend, none of which sound plausible.

She just listened to it, and never thought that Mu Wei jumped off the building because of this reason.

She should have thought of it earlier...

She should have thought of it earlier.

Hesitating to speak at the door of the classroom, the piggy bank that was sent on the day of jumping off the building, and the happy birthday that was sent regularly.

"Sorry, sorry, I don't know..."

She choked up and tried to excuse herself, as if this would make her heart feel better.

But whether she really doesn't know, only she knows.

But she believed that as long as she apologized, Mu Wei would definitely forgive her.

So every time before, it was like this.

……

After deciding to participate in the physics competition, Shen Zhaoxi followed Teacher Yan's suggestion and bought a bunch of books.

When tutoring He Zhao's homework, she was brushing up questions on the sidelines.

He Zhao's temperament is not born to do homework. After sitting on the chair for 5 minutes, he wriggled like a caterpillar and poked his neck to see what Shen Zhaoxi was doing.

Shen Zhaoxi was neither blind nor deaf, and when she heard He Zhao's movement, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes, "Can't you just sit still? Are you done with today's homework? Let's start class after we're done."

He Zhao asked bluntly and confidently, "I'm just curious about what you are doing?"

Shen Zhaoxi smiled and turned the question she was brushing towards He Zhao.

He Zhao felt that he had accomplished something in his studies.

He is fearless.

He Zhao: "..."

look!No!Understand!

The little wolf dog He Chao, who rose up to attack the enemy, fled home with his tail between his legs.

He silently opened his physics homework for today, comforted himself with the simple force analysis above, and came to the conclusion with lingering fear——Yun Qingqiu is not a human being.

But even though there was an inhuman being sitting beside him, He Zhao gradually felt joy from studying.

His mind is not stupid, it's just that he was spoiled by the life of clothes, hands, food, and mouth, so that he is not good at using it.

When he actually used it, his learning speed was actually quite amazing.

If there was another full-year exam at this time, the leap in He Zhao's grades would probably surprise a group of people.

That is to say, Shen Chaoxi was on top of him and lost He Zhao's AC numbers, making him always feel that he was a weakling.

But the problem is... If the passing standard is set on the line of "this kind of question is also wrong" and "this question is wrong for you", it is estimated that it is difficult for anyone to be weak.

Because in Shen Zhaoxi's eyes, except for the subjective questions that are closely related to the teacher who corrected the papers, the other objective questions are all to look at and the standard answers are there. Does the person who made the mistake have a pig's brain?

Out of face, He Zhao was too embarrassed to ask other people about his study progress. Although his homework was usually done well, the high school teachers didn't really correct the wrong questions very much. In addition, the workbooks issued by Class A1 were actually brought with them. The answer is convenient for the top students to check for omissions and fill in the vacancies in time, so they have not been found to improve.

And the only one he can consult other than Shen Zhaoxi...

Zhao Wanchen: "Xixi is right."

To this day, He Zhao still thinks that he is a worthless idiot as always.

But it was his ability to be deceived so badly.

After all, as long as he records his own grades a little bit, and pays attention to the class ranking, he can see how strong his rise is.

But he didn't.

Like He Zhao, Shen Zhaoxi was also immersed in the joy of brushing the questions.

The beauty of physics is that it uses a rational data to interpret the world.

Maybe there are no gods in physics, and there are no Shinto monks who can call wind and rain, but there are countless things in physics that are more miraculous than monks.

Among the three subjects of physics, chemistry and biology, Shen Zhaoxi's favorite is not physics, but she still thinks physics is full of fun.

Whether it is the exploration of the universe or the thinking of the microcosm, for a Shinto monk, nothing is more likely to trigger her perception than these things.

The mystical side and science have never been two opposite paths.

They complement each other and support each other.

Science is separated from mysticism, and there are countless sciences in mysticism that cannot be explained clearly for the time being.

The door of the study was quietly opened.

He Zhao didn't look back, and Shen Chaoxi, who was always sensitive to time, didn't look back today either.

As a result, by the time the two of them realized the time, the hour hand of the grandfather clock had already pointed to eleven o'clock.

He Zhao stretched himself. It was rare for him to sit in front of the desk for so long and his whole body was crackling. Looking at the set of questions he had finished, he said triumphantly: "Haha, I just said that this uncle is a peerless genius."

Shen Zhaoxi coughed lightly.

He Zhao immediately restrained the embarrassing expression on his face, lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

As soon as he raised his hand, it was self-evident to see off the guest, "Teacher, please go."

"He Zhao, where's your demeanor?" Zhao Wanchen didn't know when she appeared by the door, "It's eleven o'clock now, do you want a girl to walk back by herself?"

He Zhao opened his mouth wide: "..." Didn't you send her back?

Zhao Wanchen ignored his stupid brother and turned to look at Shen Zhaoxi, "Chaoxi, it's so late, why don't you stay here for one night, anyway, there are many places to live at home, you can go to school with He Zhao tomorrow go."

"Okay." Shen Zhaoxi stared at Zhao Wanchen until she felt embarrassed, then said slowly, "But I'm in a strange place, so I'm not used to sleeping alone."

Choking on his own saliva, Zhao Wanchen coughed violently.

Shen Zhaoxi looked at her obediently, without saying a word, her eyes were full of expectation.

Zhao Wanchen looked away, "...you can sleep with me and wear my pajamas."

When she said the following words "my pajamas", a picture unexpectedly appeared in her mind.

A girl in a blue silk suspender nightdress stepped on black slippers and came out of the bathroom.

Long hair shawl, human face peach blossom.

When those black and white eyes looked over, they seemed to be able to speak, with a silent invitation.

She turned around in a little embarrassment, "My room is here, come with me."

He Zhao, who was ignored the whole time: "..."

He yelled: "Sister, I want to sleep with you too, I am your dear brother!"

Zhao Wanchen treated her younger brother like a cold wind sweeping fallen leaves, cruel and ruthless, "Get out if you don't want to sleep."

Stupid brother: "..."

Wronged.

No one is more wronged than him.

In the end who is your sweetheart baby.

What about cleanliness?

What about territorial awareness?

When he was a child, he just stepped in with his shoes on, and he was required to wipe the floor clean with a rag. How could Yun Qingqiu enjoy the treatment of sleeping with his sister?

He never enjoyed it!

But no matter how resentful He Zhao was, how much he gritted his teeth for Shen Chaoxi's move into Zhao Wanchen's territory, he still had to accept this fact.

The wolf recruited by his tutor got into his sister's bed.

Even if both of them are girls, he still feels very unwilling, why, hum!

Jealousy ignited a fire in the boy's heart.

……

Whether in the previous life or the present life, the style of Zhao Wanchen's room is as simple and clean as ever.

A large area of ​​white, a large area of ​​black, two extremely pure colors are intertwined together, fully reflecting the master's vigorous and resolute character.

In the end, Zhao Wanchen still failed to realize his wish for Shen Zhaoxi to wear suspender pajamas.

She put it on herself.

When Zhao Wanchen came out of the bathroom wearing a red silk suspender pajamas after taking a shower, she fell into Shen Zhaoxi's eyes, and the latter whistled like a hooligan.

Zhao Wanchen's face suddenly turned red.

She grabbed the hem of the skirt and said nervously, "Does it look good?"

Of course it looks good.

Zhao Wanchen's stature is not short, a little over 1.7 meters. When wearing high heels, his height is close to 1.8 meters, and his aura is a full two meters.

Barefoot at this time, wearing flat white slippers, the whole person suddenly looks very soft.

Perhaps because of years of exercise, although she is thin, she is not like ordinary girls. She is so thin that only her bones are left, and her thin muscles cling to her bones, outlining a beautiful curve. The nightdress made of light silk fabric , the upper body is covered with snow-white, and the lower body is white and straight with two long legs, attracting people to follow the strong and powerful texture, all the way up to explore the mysterious place.

It's hard to say that she didn't mean to dress up deliberately today.

She usually only takes a bath for 5 minutes, but today she took a full bath for half an hour, brushing herself from head to toe, for fear that there would be something annoying.

She blinked uneasily, waiting for Shen Zhaoxi's comment.

Shen Zhaoxi jumped out of the bed, strode towards her, picked her up amidst her exclamation, then turned around and threw him on the bed.

He leaned over and pressed himself up.

She was very close, her breath sprayed on Zhao Wanchen's cheeks, and a large area of ​​her skin was smudged red.

"It's beautiful, it's so beautiful." The deliberately suppressed voice seemed to sound deep in the ears, "It killed me."

Her eyes were very serious, as if she would kiss her at any moment.

It feels weird.

The one pressing on her was a 17-year-old girl, a classmate of her younger brother.

But the two seem to have known each other for a long time, and they have also been in love for a long time, and they are familiar with each other.

Zhao Wanchen's eyes fell on her lips, the girl's lips were light pink, thin, but soft.

She could imagine how it would feel to be kissed by those lips.

Above the lips is a delicate Qiong nose, the tip of which is always cool.

Then came the heroic eyebrows and eyes.

Zhao Wanchen moved his eyes all the way up, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Shen Zhaoxi: "..."

She stretched out her hand, grabbed the two ears on top of Shen Zhaoxi's head, squeezed them hard, as if she was pinching Shen Zhaoxi's ears, and said, "Rogue rabbit!"

Shen Zhaoxi's face darkened.

She brushed through the questions and forgot that the time was accidental, but it was obviously a long-planned plan for someone to stay her overnight.

She couldn't believe that the rogue rabbit one-piece pajamas that were put in a pile of high-end shirts and suits were bought by Zhao Wanchen himself.

Zhao Wanchen's dress is so sexy, but she is dressed like a children's cartoon. The two of them seem to live in two channels.

Shen Zhaoxi kissed Zhao Wanchen fiercely on the lips, took advantage of her dazed effort to get up, neatly opened the zipper in front of her, and got out from the rascal rabbit.

The girl hiding in the rogue rabbit simply put on a large white shirt. The shirt is very thin and is made of summer material. You can vaguely see the beauty hidden in the shirt.

She lifted the quilt, covered the two of them, put her arms around Zhao Wanchen's waist, and threatened viciously: "Sleep."

Zhao Wanchen kissed her on the forehead, then reached out and turned off the light.

Both of them slept soundly that night.

In Zhao Wanchen's dream, there is no longer a general who fought bloody battles, nor a boy who disappeared in the snow.

The fragrance of the girl in her arms lingered on the tip of her nose all the time, causing her to fall into a deep sleep, forgetting all the pain and sorrow, leaving only happiness.

……

Minors do not have morning exercise, because there is a time limit for classes.

Shen Zhaoxi, who was reminded to have breakfast and went downstairs, had a gloomy expression.

He Zhao didn't know why, so he was full of doubts, "What's wrong with you? You look so ugly? My sister doesn't sleep well?"

Shen Zhaoxi walked past him, and stuffed a peeled boiled egg into his mouth, "Shut up, eat, don't talk."

He Zhao looked at his sister, but saw that her face was like a peach blossom, slightly flushed, and her eyes were always on Shen Zhaoxi, with a smile written all over her.

She walked over, sat next to Shen Zhaoxi, helped her break open the egg, ate the yolk herself, and gave her the white: "Okay, don't be angry, it's my fault, okay?"

Shen Zhaoxi snorted, lowered her head, took her hand, and bit the egg white into her mouth.

He Zhao: "Uh——"

I ate too fast, so full.

Shen Zhaoxi also had to go to school, so He Zhao finally leaned on her and got into his sister's car.

I don't know why, but this sentence sounds inexplicably wronged.

"Goodbye sister!"

When He Zhao got out of the car, he went straight to the bus stop like a husky on a leash. At the same time, Song Qianxi, who was on crutches, also jumped out of the car.

Zhao Wanchen looked at the two people standing together and frowned.

Shen Zhaoxi was unbuttoning her seat belt, when Zhao Wanchen suddenly said, "I think that Song Qianxi is a bit strange, if possible, you'd better stay away from her."

Shen Zhaoxi raised her eyebrows, "Are you caring about me?"

Zhao Wanchen admitted it very simply, "Yes."

"Then aren't you worried about He Chao?" Shen Zhaoxi asked curiously. No matter how you look at it, He Chao and Song Qianxi have been in contact more often.

"He has nothing to worry about," Zhao Wanchen said naturally, "Anyway, he can't be the one who suffers."

He Chao is a bit stupid, the blood of the Zhao family is still flowing in his bones.

Looking at Zhao Wanchen's brothers in ancient times, he knew that none of them were easy to mess with.

In contrast, He Chao suffered a disadvantage because he lacked the environment of intrigue and was protected too well.

But one day he will see the truth clearly - Zhao Wanchen has never doubted his brother's ability.

Not long after school in the afternoon, Shen Zhaoxi was left behind by Lao Yan for the first group make-up class.

Although Jingying Middle School no longer has a competition class, there are still many people who should participate in the competition. From the first year to the second year of high school, almost every physics teacher recommended a few people to participate in the competition.

They were gathered in a classroom, and a special teacher sorted out the outline of the competition and the scope of the exam, as well as the key points of review.

In class A1, apart from Shen Zhaoxi, there were several students including representatives from the physics class who participated in the training camp. They were all the ones with relatively good physics scores.

But their goodness is limited to exams for the college entrance examination, not competitions.

Seeing them, Shen Zhaoxi didn't find it strange. Competitions are voluntary in themselves. As long as they are willing to participate, very few teachers will not allow students to sign up.

A girl with a cheerful personality and a lot of words sat down beside Shen Zhaoxi and said, "I just went to the preliminary round to play soy sauce, to feel the breath of the god of learning, and the god of cloud will definitely cover me when the time comes."

Other people's ideas are not the same as hers.

Everyone's attention is, what if I pass the preliminary round?

As long as they reach the provincial level, they will have something to say, and there will be a place to write on their resumes in the future.

As for Shen Chaoxi, who was called by Lao Yan alone to give lectures, it was because she was particularly optimistic about her ability to enter the national competition that she was entitled to give lectures.

These people know in their own minds that they are here to make up the numbers. In order not to affect their studies, it is estimated that they may not come again for the training camp after the syllabus is finished, and they will just go there when the exam is over.

In just 10 minutes, most of the auditorium was filled with people.

These are the people who are going to the physics competition.

Shen Zhaoxi looked around the field, feeling a little puzzled——

Where is Song Qianxi from?