Opening book: I am the villain Gao Fushuai

For Li Fan, who has resurrected his life, what he lacks most now is time.

He still has a long, long time to make his layout.

From his current point of view, there is no such thing as being preempted by others, or any accidents.

Also because of this, his actions can be a little bolder.

But there are also caveats.

Like the butterfly effect or something.

Although Li Fan in his previous life hadn't touched novels since graduation, he still read them when he was in school.

He is now mentally prepared for some things that need attention in this regard.

He is now trying to achieve his goal slowly while avoiding the butterfly effect.

Li Fan is not in a hurry.

But that's why he didn't expect anyone to be one step ahead of him.

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Zhao Gan from Yafu Bay woke up leisurely from his coma.

"It seems that the sequelae of the power used last time are much more serious than imagined."

"Now my body feels like a furnace that keeps burning."

As Zhao Gan struggled to get up, although he felt something was wrong when he looked at the ceiling just now, he only realized what poverty is when he sat up and looked at it.

A small warehouse with walls on all sides, the only place where light comes through is a small window and the entrance door.

The warehouse is made of wood. Although it looks good, it still can't change the fact that it is a small warehouse.

He glanced at his clothes.

Except for the one coat at the beginning, everything else was gone.

"It should be because of the blood."

Zhao Qian thought about standing up, and then he found the coat on the chair beside him.

Then he glanced around and smacked his lips involuntarily.

"Although we can tell from the conversation that her family is in a bad situation, I didn't expect it to be like this."

There is no kitchen utensils, no kitchen, a bed, a table, and many other empty bottles and iron utensils. Those who don't know think this is a place for waste.

But what surprised Zhao Gan was that the bed and table were unexpectedly clean, so clean that they were finger-pointing.

Although the quilt on the bed was messed up by him, it was not difficult to see from the neat folds on it that the quilt was folded neatly on weekdays.

And there are a lot of books neatly arranged on the table, even the pens are neatly arranged, as if he has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But looking at the other things in the surrounding mess, it doesn't seem to be the case.

"This home should be just a place for her to live in. In her eyes, it's not even home. It's just a place to rest and study."

"A person who abandons everything and has nothing, the more such a person is, the harder he will be,"

"It's only a matter of time before she takes off if you give her a chance."

"No wonder such a person is the heroine."

Zhao Qian took a look around, and he could tell what kind of person she was from the environment in which she lived.

It is not surprising that such a person can succeed, and it is even reasonable.

"you're awake."

The place here is not big, Zhao Gan looked around and the door opened, and Qiu Shuyi walked in with a bag on his back.

It wasn't surprising for her to see Zhao Qian getting up, but she just habitually walked to her desk, trying to put her schoolbag on the only chair.

But as soon as she stretched out her hand, she saw Zhao Qian's bloody coat on the chair, she paused, and then put her schoolbag on the bed.

She is now in her third year of high school, and her studies are quite heavy.

"Ah."

After Qiu Shuyi entered the door, he sat on the bed directly, and he didn't know if it was Zhao Gan's illusion. He only felt that Qiu Shuyi now was much softer than it was at the beginning.

There is probably a reason for this.

So, after humming, he was silent, waiting for the other party to speak.

"you......"

"I saw the handcuffs on your feet..."

Qiu Shuyi hesitated for a moment, and finally said it out.

She didn't ask, just said what she saw.

Although Zhao Qian suddenly fell down spurting blood, what made her even more curious was how this young master-like person had an anklet on his feet.

This is not right.

Is the other party really the young master?

Unconsciously, many doubts appeared in her mind.

"Oh."

"This is..."

As soon as Zhao Qianwei thought about it, he knew what she was thinking.

She must have felt that she was kidnapped by someone, then escaped, and then there was something wrong with her body or something.

Although girls are more developed in thinking, most of them are also soft-tempered.

To put it bluntly, she felt a little sympathetic to Zhao Gan after thinking a lot about it.

And Zhao Gan also saw the hope of breakthrough from here.

He walked in front of the opponent, and actively raised his left leg, exposing the anklet.

Looking up, without a trace of shadow:

"This one."

"Actually, I'm terminally ill, and I won't live long."

"My family treats me very badly, but my illness is a bit special and can't be cured at all. This time I ran away from home and wanted to see the outside world."

"So, can I live here for a while?"