God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

"Let me go! Damn it! Don't you understand human language? I want you to let go of your hands!"

As soon as he entered Fengze Academy, He Ziyun heard roars not far away.

The sound sounds good and loud.

He Ziyun was very obedient, and the two men had no intention of holding him hostage. They just looked at him strangely from time to time.

He Ziyun estimated that he would become some kind of "mentally retarded" in their place.

Fengze College has done a good job in greening the environment. There are trees in the shade, and there are many fitness equipment for relaxation placed on the roadside in the open air. The teaching building not far away is brightly lit, making the dark sky bright. few.

As he got closer, He Ziyun also saw the yelling boy. The boy was quite tall, his hair was shaved short, his face was long, not ugly, and his smooth facial features gave him a passerby appearance.

The only thing that people can notice is his eyes, which are slender and fierce.

He Ziyun just glanced at him, and when he was about to turn around, he saw the name tag on the other person's chest.

The boy's name was written on the name tag.

Zhou Zeng.

Zhou Zeng?

He Ziyun thought of that phone call and stopped where he was.

The next second, the boy who was still struggling madly heard someone calling him.

"Brother Zhou?"

He Ziyun's black hair fell down in front of his forehead, blocking the deep meaning in his eyes, and his voice was timid and cautious.

"You, why are you here too?"

Zhou Zeng shook his head unconsciously and looked at He Ziyun for a long time before he suddenly realized: "He Ziyun? Were you captured too?"

Grasp?

He Ziyun's heart moved, but his face showed some pain and fear, "Brother Zhou, you know my mother's character..."

The young man's words are not finished, but the main purpose is to make people think deeply.

Sure enough, Zhou Zeng's face changed immediately, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered: "I just said that even if you are sick, it won't work..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhou Zeng realized that he had made a mistake and immediately shut up. Unfortunately, it was too late.

The expressions on the faces of the two men who were holding him became ugly from just now, and they slapped Zhou Zeng so hard that blood started to flow from the corners of Zhou Zeng's mouth.

He Ziyun's eyelids twitched and his lips pursed unconsciously.

The muscular man in a black vest snorted coldly: "You kid, you still want to act cunning in front of us? I can't kill you!"

After saying that, he glared fiercely at He Ziyun, who was so frightened that he shrank behind the others, "I'm warning you, when you come to Fengze, be obedient. You can do whatever our instructors tell you to do, otherwise don't blame me for being poisonous." !”

Zhou Zeng was beaten so dizzy that the corners of his mouth were cracked. Hearing this, he looked at the man with a sinister look. The malicious look in his slender eyes made people feel chilled.

He Ziyun took his expression into consideration, lowered his eyes thoughtfully, the timidity on his face remained unchanged, and he burped as if he was frightened.

"Hiccup, hiccup, Zhou, Brother Zhou, you are here, come here, then Teacher Liang, Teacher Liang, have you gone?"

After hearing the words "Teacher Liang", Zhou Zeng's expression changed instantly. His face turned pale and blood flew from the corners of his mouth. He trembled his lips and wanted to say something, but then he closed his mouth and said no more.

The instructor who hit the person sneered: "Teacher Liang?"

He patted Zhou Zeng's head hard and grinned ferociously at the latter's hateful eyes: "Are you disgusting? Zhou Zeng?"

Zhou Zeng was like a beast that had been stabbed in the foot. He roared and rushed towards the instructor, but was slapped back by the latter. His legs became weak and he fainted on the ground.

He Ziyun: "..."

He calmly stepped back, his eyes passing over Zhou Zeng's ill-fitting shirt for a few seconds, and he bowed his head timidly again.

The instructor spat at Zhou Zeng who was on the ground, and directed the instructor next to him to carry the person: "Hurry up and carry the person in, damn, I'm wasting my energy in the middle of the night."

This time, no one spoke.

When a somewhat familiar piano sound came, He Ziyun's heart moved slightly. He raised his head as if feeling something. The teaching building not far away was still brightly lit.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations to the anchor (He Ziyun) for activating main quest 1/2]

【Red Piano】

[The beating piano keys late at night, the intoxicating melodious sound, the automatic stools without wind... Red piano... How beautiful you are... Red piano... Your music is so beautiful... Red piano...what have you experienced...]

All the instructors in black vests around him did not look strange. Two of them led He Ziyun forward, while the other two carried the fainted Zhou Zeng, each doing their own thing.

They couldn't hear it...which meant that only he heard it.

A red piano?

He Ziyun was thoughtful.

The moment the main mission was released, the temperature around He Ziyun dropped without warning. The air that was a little hot a second ago became cold, and the biting chill penetrated along the seams of his bones, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

But only for a few seconds.

It shouldn't be an illusion.

It feels more like some kind of early warning.

He Ziyun has reason to suspect that this is a "welfare" provided by the live broadcast room to novice anchors.

But what role does Teacher Liang, who has never appeared before, play in the dungeon?

He Ziyun was quite curious.

Soon, the instructor escorted the two to the dormitory.

The ruthless bald instructor reached out and pushed open the iron door of the dormitory. The loud noise when the latter hit the wall made He Ziyun's eyelids jump.

The bald instructor didn't care. He threw Zhou Zeng in his hand like a dead dog.

"Stay well and don't think about escaping. It will be easy for you when we are caught!"

The bald instructor finished cursing and walked away with the remaining instructors.

He Ziyun stood at the door of the dormitory, looking at the dormitory in front of him.

This is an old student dormitory.

Room for eight people.

Unlike the beautifully decorated college gates, the student dormitories are shabby, whether it is the old ceiling fans on the peeling ceilings, the gray and white wall coverings in the corners of the walls, or even the yellow stains from leaks around the water pipes...

Zhou Zeng, who was lying on the floor tiles, was still in a coma.

Six people on the four iron-framed bunk beds around had been woken up. They huddled on the beds. In such a hot day, no one was wrapped in a thin quilt, only a pair of frightened and alert lifeless gray bodies were exposed. Heavy eyes.

The atmosphere was so depressing that it made people breathless.

He Ziyun thought for a while and said, "Hello."

The student who was awakened on the canopy bed remained motionless, staring at He Ziyun at the door without responding.

He Ziyun didn't care. He looked at the pale and weak faces. His light-colored eyes were slightly curved, looking gentle and clear: "Don't be afraid, I just want to ask one thing."

"Does anyone know where the piano room of our college is?"

Zhou Zeng, who was lying on the floor, started to tremble violently. He began to inhale heavily, as if he was entering the most painful nightmare, shaking on the ground spasmodically.

He Ziyun lowered his eyes and glanced at him, then squatted down and unbuttoned Zhou Zeng's coat.

The dull students on the iron bed had their eyes lowered, intently watching everything happening below.