God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Inside the house on the first floor.

Gui Wu watched He Ziyun being taken away by two male instructors, his eyes becoming a little dazed.

"monster?"

Gui Wu gently repeated what he had just heard. After a few seconds, he turned his head blankly, looked at Liang An aside, and asked:

"Teacher Liang, why do they always call me a monster?"

Gui Wu hates these two words. He is obviously just an ordinary "person" like everyone else.

Liang An recovered from the shock just now and was stunned by Gui Wu's words for a few seconds.

In fact, he doesn't know either.

From the first day he started working, the more senior teacher in Fengze told him to stay away from a student named Gui Wu in the college.

"He's weird. It's best not to get too close."

This was what the teacher who was about to leave his job said to Liang An at that time.

It's strange that in a place where students are "educated" in such a twisted way, a teacher would be "afraid" of a student who is only sixteen years old.

Yes, afraid.

This was the information Liang An got from that brief conversation.

The teacher who was about to resign must have known something, so he reminded himself that he was never far away from home.

But he didn't expect that because the teacher's apartment was full, Liang An could only live in the piano room, and even more unexpectedly, Gui Wu also lived here.

As time passed, Liang An felt that Gui Wu was just an ordinary, even slightly introverted child, and he became more and more confused about what the teacher said.

Liang An was puzzled. Now that he heard Gui Wu ask himself this question, he couldn't help but feel a little curious:

"Someone said you were a monster?"

Gui Wu was stunned for a moment, pointed at the backs of the three people who had gone away, and said:

"I just heard one of the instructors call me a monster."

"..." Liang An paused for a few seconds, then smiled to ease Gui Wude's mood:

"Maybe it's because you accidentally used too much force and the instructor was praising you for your strength?"

Liang An: "..."

His expression changed in an instant.

What does "praise you for your strength" mean?

Sure enough, he won’t be at peace——

"possible."

Liang An: "...?"

He looked at Gui Wu who was suddenly enlightened with a confused look on his face, and somewhat suspected that his ears had heard wrong just now.

Gui Wu: "Teacher Liang, I think you are right."

His expression was very serious and his eyes were bright, as if he had received a great compliment.

"The instructor is probably really praising me."

Liang An: "..."

He swallowed hard and wanted to explain that he had actually said something wrong just now, but he choked back when he saw the smile on Gui Wu's face.

Sometimes, white lies seem to be good... right?

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"Who are you asking?"

The male instructor's voice was not concealed when he said this. It was very clear and sharp in the silent night, as if he wanted to kill someone.

"Who else could it be? Just the monster who broke someone's arm with his bare hands!"

The male instructor gritted his teeth bitterly. The heartbreaking pains on his broken arm made him even more angry. His eyes were cold:

"Isn't it a monster if you don't even know what happened to you?"

He didn't even think of Gui Wu as a "person".

He Ziyun felt a little uncomfortable, and an inexplicable irritation made him touch the roof of his mouth. When he spoke, a familiar smile appeared on his face.

"Is he a monster? Huh? What do you mean you don't even know what happened to you?"

The young man's tone became more and more curious. He turned his head and looked at the male instructor who was throbbing in pain, his voice was soft and gentle.

The male instructor, who was aroused by the pain and felt hatred, snorted coldly and said directly: "They were all cut -"

"Instructor Wang!"

Another instructor who had been silent suddenly interrupted him with a solemn tone:

"Do not say silly things."

As he spoke, he glanced at He Ziyun who was a little confused next to him, narrowed his eyes and said:

"Especially in front of students."

The male instructor known as Instructor Wang immediately closed his mouth and covered his mouth as if he realized that he had almost told the truth, and his face became even more ugly.

"..." He Ziyun was a little regretful. He thought he could hear some clues.

Unexpectedly... one of the two instructors didn't look so stupid.

The instructor who interrupted suddenly realized that the "new student" in front of him was probably talking nonsense, and his eyes suddenly became suspicious.

"How did you get sent in?"

He Ziyun opened his mouth slightly, with a confused look on his face: "I don't know, my father sent me in just because he said I was disobedient..."

The young man's voice was a little soft, but his confused and incomprehensible expression showed no signs of being fake. Even if the male instructor had suspicions, he couldn't find any evidence.

Finally, he suddenly stopped where he was, lowered his head, took out a small notebook from his body, and flipped through it quickly.

Instructor Wang’s arm was in severe pain at the moment. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Zhao Qing! Can you please not talk about this now? I have to go to the hospital first to get the bones—"

"Wait a minute."

The instructor named Zhao Qing lowered his head and flipped through his notebook. When he reached the page he wanted to read, his eyes paused:

"He Ziyun, talks back to his adoptive father, has a twisted sexual orientation, and likes men..."

Zhao Qing was silent for a few seconds. When he raised his head again, his eyes became a little strange and he said:

"You like men?"

"..." He Ziyun's pupils narrowed slightly.

To be honest, he didn't expect this "crime" at all.

In order to fit the plot and character, He Ziyun nodded hesitantly and then shook his head, his eyes a little red.

Instructor Wang next to him sneered and glanced at Zhao Qing aside:

"Why are you shaking your head? If you like it, you like it. I really don't understand what you young people are thinking in your heads. You are following the fashion and having sex with men..."

He Ziyun's head was lowered and lowered by what he said, and even his back was in a stooped state. He was shaking his body slightly, but he kept looking at Zhao Qing next to him from the corner of his eye.

Zhao Qing looked like a person who was not easy to fool, but he gave He Ziyun a very strange feeling.

Like a rat huddled in the gutter, dirty and disgusting.

"What are you shaking your head for?"

Zhao Qing seemed to be very interested in He Ziyun's words: "If you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it,"

Speaking of this, Zhao Qing seemed to have thought of something, and said firmly: "Or do you like both men and women?"

He Ziyun: "..."

His eyebrows twitched, then calmed down again. He looked up at Zhao Qing with a shocked expression and kept denying:

"No, no, no! I just, I just..."

The young man's eyes were red, and his pupils seemed to be soaked in water. They were beautiful and moist, as if they were filled with a clear spring.

"I'm just more interested in boys. Is there anything wrong with that?"