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

Ji Ling, who arrived at the school, went straight to the freshman hall.

The teacher on the stage was eloquent, but the students in the audience were lazy.

There were no more than a thousand students sitting in front of them, not even half of the venue was full.

She subconsciously clutched the speech script.

The rumor that Principal Zhou ruined Yingjiang spread too quickly and too widely. He was throwing dirty water without any real evidence. If you think about it with your toes, you will know that it is the underhanded tactics of Beiqiao, his rival in the Holy City.

It was enough for Cong Shiqing to pry away the student Yingjiang, but the abacus was actually aimed at the freshman!

That old woman in Beiqiao, Principal Zhou just divorced her and didn't do anything to her. She only made trouble every few years. This time, she joined forces with a man surnamed Wu to poach people. They have been poaching people for decades. It's terrible to still be so vindictive.

Ji Ling took a long breath.

But what can she do? Everyone has run away, so she can only wait patiently for the exchange meeting and then teach her a lesson.

But what surprised her was that the Yingjiang students here had not finished leaving, and there were still a small number left here.

As for the reason, it is definitely not that tuition is free. Northbridge is also free, but it was just a step slower than Principal Zhou.

Could it be that he was acting as an informant to find out if there were any powerful characters among the freshmen who entered Shiqing?

That must be it!

You will never be infected by the hospitality of your seniors, sisters, and classmates.

At this time, Ji Ling's speech was pulled out.

"There is no point in reading this. Principal Zhou asked them to disperse."

Small white flames popped up, and Jiang Jingchen lightly rubbed the powder off his fingertips.

Gan! I stayed up all night writing it!

Ji Ling walked up to the teacher who was giving a speech expressionlessly and whispered.

The female teacher said into the microphone: "The meeting is over."

The freshmen stood up and left the hall one after another, and one of them was very conspicuous.

He ran faster than anyone else, with a horrified look on his face, as if he was being chased by something terrible.

Not a moment later.

He ran into the art classroom panting and fell down on the chair.

Qian Yiming kept wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead, his lips turned white.

I don’t know if Song Zhijie discovered something, but he kept following him to find something to talk about. There were so many chairs in the auditorium to sit on, but he just sat next to him!

A bottle of water was handed over.

Qian Yiming took the big mouthful and swallowed it. He saw clearly that the visitor's pupils shrank suddenly and water gushes out from his mouth and nose.

"Cough cough cough! Cough--!"

Qian Yiming buried his waist deeply, his face turned red, and he coughed violently.

A hand was placed on his back.

Qian Yiming almost cried, why is his ghost lingering?

The stiff fingers were scratching his back coldly like five cold knives. They were not following his back, they were clearly trying to find the right place to dig out his heart!

He was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and at the critical moment of life and death, he came up with a brilliant idea to keep his distance.

"Don't touch me! I'm mysophobic!"

Finally, the terrifying feeling disappeared.

Before Qian Yiming could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the man sitting down next to him from the corner of his eye, and his fragile psychological defense was immediately shattered into pieces.

He covered his mouth and breathed deeply.

Must be driven away!

After a long time, he sat upright stiffly.

"There are so many empty seats, why sit here with me!" he said with courage.

Song Zhijie was a little confused.

"Aren't we friends and roommates?"

"No!" Qian Yiming said firmly, "I hate you very much. Please go away."

Song Zhijie was startled for a moment, a layer of mist appeared in his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Can you introduce me to the new roommate you brought to the capital last night? We haven't met yet, and I haven't met either. Friend, I want to get to know you..."

"They dropped out!"

Qian Yiming raised his slightly trembling chin: "If I don't like playing with them, I'll ask my father to drive them away so that they don't bother me."

"That's it."

Song Zhijie then remembered something and reminded him softly: "You don't know yet, but the dormitory caught fire at night and we were moved to..."

"I don't live here anymore, I have a home in the Holy City." Qian Yiming interrupted him.

"Why would you move into a dormitory when you have a family?"

"I want to find new friends." Qian Yiming said smoothly.

Song Zhijie laughed softly.

"Now that you have found her, we will be friends from now on. First impressions are always inaccurate. We can get along first."

"But I don't want to play with you! Can you stop pestering me like a pug!" Qian Yiming was so annoyed by him that he stood up.

This behavior immediately attracted the curious attention of the whole class.

Song Zhijie's face instantly turned red, and he lowered his head in loss and confusion, looking pitiful.

Compared to Qian Yiming, who was aggressive and merciless, everyone quickly attributed the fault to him.

"You don't want to play with him, but we are willing to play with him."

Several boys who thought the food was good stood up, and even the light outside the window was blocked.

They had a clear view of everything that happened between the two of them, and they couldn't stand it when they were so humble and aggressive.

"You're talking too much, aren't you! Don't you know how to speak well?!"

"Kick people out of school if they don't get your way. Which family of yours is so arrogant!"

"Who dares to play with you? I don't know where the arrogance comes from."

Qian Yiming was so frightened by the heavy oppression that he could not speak a word. He was frightened and aggrieved. After a while, he raised his voice.

"Father Qian Yong!"

“Oh—it turns out to be Director Qian’s son.”

The boy who spoke had a masculine appearance, with tight and bulging biceps.

He slowly walked up to Qian Yiming, a full head taller, exuding an explosive power that was ready to go, as if he could crush someone's head in the next second.

The terrifying gaze fell on Qian Yiming's head, and his voice dropped.

"Have you ever heard of the Xiao family?"

Qian Yiming's legs softened and he fell on the chair, his eyes gradually turning red.

This surname was among the family names that his father forced him to memorize.

"Aaron, forget it."

A woman who looked exactly like him blocked it.

"Don't worry about this."

Xiao Long pushed Xiao Feng's face away and pointed at Qian Yiming's chest.

"Let me let you go this time. If I find you blathering blindly again, I will beat you to death!"

Qian Yiming shuddered, couldn't help but howl out, and ran out of the classroom crying.

"Ah."

Xiao Long snorted disdainfully, grabbed Xiao Feng and walked out of the classroom door and threw her deep into the corridor.

"I'm also warning you, don't think about revenge for eldest brother, and don't go to Jiang Jingchen. It's his own fault for what happened to eldest brother. He can't play well with anyone but that beast. He should have thought of this when he killed innocent Yingjiang students indiscriminately. Your own fate.”

Xiao Feng's eyes widened in disbelief, she rounded her arms and gave him a sharp, resounding slap.

"What are you talking about? Are you talking human language?! Is the competition for the God List something that big brother can control?!"

"Why can't you control it?"

Xiao Long spoke righteously: "If I don't want to do something, no one can force me to do it. Even if I die, I will be honest and honest until my death. I will not regret anyone. Eighteen years later, I will be a good man again!"

"My eldest brother is spineless. He has become a knife in the hands of others. He also enjoys it. He will never leave any room for action. If he ends up like this, he can't blame others, only himself!"

"You...you!" Xiao Feng raised his hand and slapped you again angrily: "I should have strangled you to death when you were in your mother's womb!"

"It's not too late! Beat me to death if you can!"

Xiao Long burst out of the golden bell, covering his whole body with thick gold, even his hair was glowing with golden light, and his fists made a thumping sound on his chest.

"It doesn't hurt, hehe."

Hearing this, Xiao Feng gritted her teeth and punched him hard, then returned to the classroom angrily.

......

Qian Yiming rushed to Qi Yanren's class in one breath. Regardless of the teacher's strange eyes, he threw himself into the latter's arms and cried bitterly.

"Excuse me."

Qi Yanren awkwardly greeted the teacher and walked out of the classroom quickly with the money in hand.

He noticed that his chest was cold, and when he looked down, he saw a pool of translucent liquid that was thick and stringy.

Qi Yanren took a deep breath and calmed down for a moment: "Why are you crying?"

"Song Zhijie's pretense is so... pitiful that I was isolated by my classmates..."

Qian Yiming sobbed and said: "They... are taller than me... and they all bully me..."

He wiped away tears and could not say a complete sentence: "I want to go back...home..."

Qi Yanren always knew that Song Zhijie was difficult to deal with, but he didn't expect that he would win people's hearts easily on the first day of school.

He held Qian Yiming's shoulders: "You didn't tell them that I was the one covering you?"

"I didn't have time... to say——"

Qian Yiming cried and gasped.

"I'll take you to talk now."

Qi Yanren reluctantly pulled the small shareholders to seek justice.

Unexpectedly, Qian Yiming stopped and retreated, but it was of no use. He was like a light pendant, jumping up and down could not stop him from moving forward quickly.

He spoke anxiously: "That man said his surname was Xiao, and my father said not to mess with this family..."

Qi Yanren raised his eyebrows: "Did your father tell you not to offend anyone?"

"Jiang, Ji, Xiao, Xi..."

"Get it."

Qi Yanren interrupted him, counting and counting the same ones as before. Qian Yong, the old guy, didn't take them seriously at all.

"Don't go!"

Qian Yiming couldn't stop at all, his face turned red.

"Aren't you going home?" Qi Yanren asked.

"Back."

Qian Yiming sniffed and calmed down, quickly walking out of the school gate.