I came from an alien planet: Using my immortal body to commit suicide crazily

The next day, the sun was shining.

There were many more students in the class. Most of them were depressed and their eyes were dull. There was no abnormality after passing the test at the school gate. Yun Xi knew very well why they looked like this.

She lowered her head and looked at the screen of her phone, deleting the threatening text messages sent by Jiang Jingchen on behalf of Principal Zhou.

In fact, it is indeed safer to be at school during the day than at home. On the way here, I saw many troops armed with weapons, searching door to door. I believe they can be cleaned up in the future.

Suddenly, an obituary news published by CVN popped up.

Yun Xi was stunned for a moment, then clicked it open, his brows getting tighter as he looked at it.

Song Huaizhou's father died...so suddenly...

In the photo, Song Huaizhou, who is holding a black and white photo, has a pale face and dull eyes. Behind him are other children of the Song family, except Song Zhijie.

Although the news said that he died suddenly from overwork, Yun Xi always felt that the matter was not that simple.

It said that it had been cremated overnight and even an autopsy could not be done. Could it be that he was parasitized?

impossible.

She quickly overruled herself, and now there are strict investigations everywhere. There are even X-ray machines at the gates of the Qi family and the Ji family, and the Song family must have one as well.

Song Zhijie... His father died and he didn't even go to the funeral...

She thought about it and slowly walked to the window and looked down. She saw Ji Chen and four others standing around the tent waiting to kill Abami, exposed to the scorching sun.

Ji Chen held his long sword to steady his slightly swaying figure, his fair face flushed by the sun.

Qi Yanren was naked and his heavy arms were about to drop to the ground, unable to straighten his waist.

There was a faint smoke coming from the head of He Wenxin, holding the weapon and staggering, faintly fainting.

Seeing this, Yutong on the side took the flamethrower and placed it on the ground. He picked her up and placed her in the shade while he continued to guard.

Yun Xi smacked her lips at this scene.

Zhou Chuhong was cruel enough. He used corporal punishment as a pretext for his contribution, but he didn't steal it. How could he be so small-minded?

At this time, a stretched black Rolls-Royce parked at the school gate.

Qian Yiming, who had dyed black hair, stepped out and stretched, wrapping a long colorful towel around his neck, then leaned over and pulled out a bench from the car.

Qian Yong weighed his suitcase and ran out of the car door on the other side.

"If anyone dares to fight you, tell me..."

Qian Yiming interrupted impatiently.

"I know! I keep talking and keep talking, and my ears are almost ringing with noise!"

He held the bench between his legs to pick up the suitcase.

"I'll send you in, but you don't know the way." Qian Yong pushed his hand away.

"I know the way!" Qian Yiming was a little anxious: "I'm so old and you still follow me, making others laugh. How can I establish my authority!"

He couldn't help but grab the box: "Go back quickly." After that, he ran into the school gate.

After walking out of the testing tent, Qian Yiming saw Qi Yanren who was sunburned.

"Brother Qi, aren't you hot?"

"Do you think I'm hot?" Qi Yanren half-opened his eyes soaked in sweat.

"I don't think you are hot. If you were, you would have gone back to the classroom and turned on the air conditioner."

Qi Yanren was too lazy to talk nonsense to him. His throat was so dry that it hurt.

"Brother Qi, are you thirsty?" Qian Yiming asked.

Qi Yanren rolled his dry throat with difficulty, his eyes blazing with hope.

"Is there water?"

Qian Yiming knelt down and opened the suitcase.

Qi Yanren's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he pressed his cracked and flaky lips.

Qian Yiming took out one piece of clothing after another and searched inside and outside for a long time.

"No."

!

Qi Yanren took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress his anger: "Get away!"

"Oh..." Qian Yiming stuffed the piles of clothes angrily and dragged the suitcase.

He didn't clean it up. How would you know if you didn't look for it...

Then he remembered something, turned around and put the bench in his armpit behind Qi Yanren's butt.

"Brother Qi, sit down."

Qi Yanren's anger dissipated a lot and he slumped on the chair.

"Do you know where the dormitory is?"

"Of course I know. I went in and walked around when I borrowed the venue."

Hearing this, Qi Yanren twitched the corner of his mouth.

The women's dormitory was opposite the men's dormitory. Where else did Qian Yiming change his mind?

You are so perverted and arrogant, even more arrogant than him!

"I won't tell you anymore, Brother Qi, I have to be the first to arrive at the dormitory."

Qian Yiming hurriedly grabbed the suitcase and ran away without waiting for an answer.

After wandering around, I stopped at the accommodation area and looked up to count the numbers, mumbling something to myself.

Room 3, 2nd floor, Building 201...

here!

Qian Yiming picked up his suitcase and walked up the stairs. He went straight to the dormitory and kicked open the door. He was stunned.

There was already one person standing in the room that slept for four.

She has fair skin and slender legs. She is holding a long black skirt in her hands and is about to change into it.

The man turned around, his eyes were dark and moist, his facial features were delicate and elegant, and it was difficult to distinguish between male and female.

Qian Yiming's eyes slid down blankly and landed on his empty waist.

male!

He calmed down and snorted secretly, thinking that this would scare him.

Not to be outdone, he pushed the suitcase under the door edge, locked the pulley, stood up shakily while holding on to the wall, took off his scarf, put it up, and tied the two ends into a tight knot.

"What do you want to do?" a gentle voice asked softly.

"Hang yourself." Qian Yiming knelt down, held the knot with both hands, stretched his neck, and kicked the suitcase down hard.

The next second, his legs fell straight to the ground and shook.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Qian Yiming screamed and fell to the ground, rolling around. His ankles were in heartbreaking pain, and tears were flowing freely on his face.

The boy changed into his men's clothes, walked past Qian Yiming calmly and pointed to higher ground.

"The scarf is too long. You have to tie it here. Do you need my help?"

"No, thank you...wuwuwu..."

Qian Yiming curled up and buried his face tightly, feeling ashamed.

He secretly glanced at the bed marked with his name, sobbed and climbed up the stairs. He lifted the thin quilt and got in, covering himself tightly.

What a shame, in front of a sissy!

He wiped away his tears and remained silent.

Suddenly, the bed shook slightly, which frightened him. He sat up straight and stared at the person who climbed up.

"What's up!"

"Don't tell anyone what you just saw." The boy's voice was cold.

"The same goes for you! Don't publicize my crying everywhere!" Qian Yiming said angrily.

The boy raised his lips: "Okay."

Qian Yiming breathed a sigh of relief and said in admiration: "Your method of scaring people is not bad. It doesn't hurt whether you fail or not."

He turned his head to look at the used bed opposite, squinting to read the name on it.

"Song... Zhijie..." Then he said: "We are destined to be friends from now on."

Song Zhijie didn't answer silently, and jumped off the bed while holding down Qian Yiming's sprained ankle.

"Ow!"

The latter's tear glands gushed out again, and he was shivering in pain.

"Just wait for me...wuwuwu...I want to tell my dad..."

Song Zhijie was startled for a moment, his eyes turned cold for a moment, he turned around to confirm Qian Yiming's surname, and walked out of the dormitory calmly.