God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The corridor where only two people could stand and walk was a little narrow. The young man was pulled by Zhao Qing's arm to the iron door. He was timid, but he had no intention of closing his eyes.

Inside the nearest iron door, a young boy was huddled in the corner. His body was dirty and dirty, and his exposed arms and legs were covered with shocking scars.

The boy's head hung low, twitching spasmodically from time to time, and then retracting his hands and feet in horror as if frightened by something, shrinking himself deeper.

"He repeatedly contradicted the instructors and teachers, and even insulted the instructors and teachers' character. This is so sad."

Zhao Qing's voice sounded from behind He Ziyun, with a thin smile in his tone.

"So several of our instructors discussed it for almost an hour and finally decided to take him into the "punishment room" for a week of instruction. "

"In the beginning, his temper was very tough, extremely tough. No matter how we beat him or reprimanded him, he was still self-centered and looked at us like a wolf, as if he had taken a bite out of us."

Zhao Qing laughed when he said this: "How many days do you think he can maintain this state of hatred?"

He Ziyun turned his back to him, his eyes swept from every corner inside the iron gate, and finally settled on a monitor with a red light in the upper right corner.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head.

Zhao Qing: "Three days, just three days. In these three days, we tried various methods. It was not our original intention to beat the students. We just wanted to adjust the bad students into good students that parents like. In this way Is there anything wrong?"

Zhao Qing sighed as he spoke, "After all, we have collected so much money from parents, and if we still can't teach anything, wouldn't it be a lie?"

"So, we later thought of a way that wouldn't be particularly harmful to the body."

"Confinement."

Zhao Qing's voice was very low: "Don't leave any lights for the students, let them live in a place without any light. They eat, drink and relieve themselves in one place. The little light they see every day is only the gap when food is delivered..."

Zhao Qing talked eloquently, his eyes bright, as if he was telling a very pleasant story.

But the meaning revealed in his words made everyone feel cold.

This kind of horror is different from the shock when seeing ghosts in the past, but the coldness from the bones, like the sub-zero ice water in winter seeping into people's internal organs. It is eerie and cold, making people feel frightened for no reason.

[Holy crap, this is a psychological blow to those students who are not yet adults...]

[This is too scary, so scary. Now I suspect that those graduating students are really mentally abnormal...]

[Is this still necessary to doubt? There is no doubt that he is definitely mentally disturbed... Let me find you some news about the ancient earth that I have seen before]

[Yes, if you forcefully drive a normal person crazy, who else can be mentally stable? 】

[I don’t understand those parents, why don’t they come and be taught? 】

[Forget it, anyway, I always felt that they definitely knew something, they were just pretending to be deaf and dumb as if they couldn't hear it]

[Agree, this is true]

[...I found it. There was a news report that among the students who had graduated from a school like Fengze, there was one who was probably tortured and went crazy. After pretending to be good, he went home and chopped off his parents with a knife in the middle of the night. , but I don’t know if he is dead or not...]

[Damn, this is really scary. Isn’t this student just crazy? 】

【…】

It’s pretty much what I guessed in the barrage area.

He Ziyun listened to Zhao Qing's chatter, and his eyes stopped on the curled up boy for a long time.

The truth may be crueler than what Zhao Qing said.

For example, the instructor who comes to deliver meals every day may only give him a steamed bun and a bottle of water, and throw them in through the bars as if feeding a dog.

In order to survive, the boy would fumble for steamed buns and water in the dark, begging for mercy, but the instructors, in order to temper his temper, would pretend they couldn't hear him, and wouldn't even make a single sound for the boy to hear.

Over time, this dark room became rotten and smelly. A person excreted and rested in the same small room. He could only huddle in a relatively clean corner and look up at the monitor with a faint red light. What started as a roar turned into a plea for mercy.

Later, the only red light in the room was turned off by the instructor watching from behind.

There was no more light in the room.

In this case, the boy is just a minor child of fifteen or sixteen years old, what can he do?

There was no light and no one. The boy huddled in the corner alone, gradually losing his knowledge and understanding of time, and finally collapsed completely.

As Zhao Qing said, it only takes them a week to completely "teach" a "thorny student" into a "good student."

Students who are "taught" in this situation will have all their past tempers blunted and become a "good student" who no longer dares to resist.

Of course, Zhao Qing and the others are not stupid, so they naturally know that this method is not applicable to every student.

For those students who are timid but disobedient, they probably have other methods.

Only strong-tempered and courageous students like boys dare to use such methods unscrupulously that may drive people crazy.

While thinking, He Ziyun closed his eyes.

He asked: "For what reason was he sent in?"

My identity is due to my disobedience in rebuttal, but what about this boy?

Zhao Qing's chattering was interrupted. Although he was a little surprised that He Ziyun asked what he was doing, he didn't hide it.

"Playing games."

Zhao Qing sighed: "The Internet addiction is so serious that he only knows how to play games all day long. I remember his parents complained to me, saying that he only knows how to play games at home all day long, and he also shouted that he wanted to be an e-sports player. Like crazy.”

"What's the future of playing games?"

Zhao Qing sneered: "If you ask me, his parents just sent him in too late. If he had tempered his temper earlier, he might have graduated by now."

E-sports player?

He Ziyun was startled. He raised his eyelids and his eyes stayed on the boy's hands wrapped around his knees as if they had substance.

The boy's fingers were swollen and red, and the bones at the knuckles were exposed as if they had broken through the skin. They were white bones and stained with blood.

It is not difficult to see that these slender and straight hands, coupled with the boy's previous dream, are indeed a good candidate to become an e-sports player.

But now, his dream has been destroyed, and so has the person.

Just like when he was young and refuted his adoptive father for the first time, the other person's eyes seemed to be smiling, but in fact they were condescending.

He Ziyun felt that something was wrong with his current mood.

He was so shocked that he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to kill all the instructors in this copy.