Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

There are many types of villains. Qin Su is the type who chose darkness in the midst of pain and misery, while his original self is the type who naturally stands on the opposite side of the protagonist.

Qin Su used to be a top student. His family was not rich, but it was not bad. The family was warm and harmonious. Until his father started gambling when he was in the second grade of junior high school, everything changed.

His father lost all his money in gambling, and after angering his grandmother to death, he started drinking.

His mother couldn't stand this kind of life, so she divorced him during his first year of high school and took his sister away.

His father was a gambler, alcoholic and unemployed, his creditors were coming to collect debts, his classmates laughed at him, and he was bullied by people like Chen Fei. He was crushed step by step, his personality changed drastically, and he went from being an ordinary kid to a negative example.

Qin Su was brought back to the happy past by Qi Yang's words. He was so angry that he trembled all over, clenched his fists, and raised his voice several degrees: "What does it have to do with you?"

"You're angry, which means you're unwilling to accept this. If you're unwilling to accept this, then why are you rotting here with your dad?"

"you shut up."

Qi Yang closed his mouth briefly, and his brown eyes filled with compassion became particularly conspicuous, which once again irritated Qin Su to a great extent.

There were quite a few people around, and at this moment they were attracted by the movement in this corner. The concentration of their attention made Qin Su feel like a thorn in his side.

002 looked at the darkening value that was beginning to rise significantly, and reminded Qi Yang: "It's at 60, and it's still rising."

"60? Don't tell me if it's not 80."

"..."

Qi Yang stood up and forcefully grabbed Qin Su's hand, prying open his fingers one by one, revealing the layers of blood calluses on his palm. He gently rubbed the bloody mess on the broken skin and asked, "Are you tired?"

Qin Su's hand trembled in pain, and he subconsciously pulled his hand back and hid it behind his back. At the same time, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his shoulders visibly collapsed a little.

The defense line in my heart also collapsed unconsciously.

He clenched his teeth unconsciously.

Qi Yang put away all his impropriety, pushed him back to his seat, and lowered his voice, gentle and indifferent: "Your father gambled away all your family's savings over the past twenty years. How much can you save by moving bricks and washing dishes? He pissed off your grandmother to death and drove your mother away. Why are you still obsessed? Just because he is your father?"

Qi Yang smiled, full of contempt: "Does he treat you as his son?"

"My dad used to be very good to me."

Qin Su clenched his fists tightly, his short nails digging into his messy palms, but his face was expressionless, as if he didn't feel any pain.

Qi Yang sneered in his heart. No matter how good a person is, once he gets involved in gambling and drugs, he will become a monster who doesn't recognize his relatives.

He leaned back and said, "So do you want a gambler and alcoholic dad, or the one from the past? If you really want to be a filial son, you can send your dad to a gambling rehabilitation center. It requires money, but I think this path at least has hope."

This sentence completely broke Qin Su's heart. He loosened his hands unconsciously and looked at Qi Yang in a daze.

"A gambling rehabilitation center? There are such places? Are they formal? Or are they the kind that use electric shock to help people quit gambling?"

"Those who rely on electric shock are black workshops. There are many gambling addiction treatment institutions in China. You can check them online."

A cluster of flames gradually lit up in Qin Su's eyes, but soon they seemed to be blown away by the strong wind, becoming weaker and weaker, leaving only a little spark, and his tense shoulders completely collapsed.

"Because of money?" Qi Yang asked, hitting the nail on the head.

Although he was too embarrassed to speak out, Qin Su was indeed upset because of this. He looked at the blood cocoon on his palm, and his numb heart suddenly felt wronged.

Why did Dad become like this?

Why didn't mom take him with her?

Everyone was talking about how his father was and what he did in the past, and how he shouldn't have fallen with him, but no one cared that he had no other choice.

He also wants to study hard, go to school on time every day, hand in homework on time, pay tuition fees on time, and dress neatly...

He nodded with difficulty.

But over the years he has borrowed money from everyone he could, and now no one is willing to lend money to his family.

"I'll lend it to you."

Qin Su looked up suddenly.

He didn't know how much it would cost, but it was definitely not cheap. He was puzzled by Qi Yang's easy promise to lend him money.

Isn’t he afraid that he will default on his debt?

"Why did you lend it to me?"

Qi Yang said nonchalantly: "I was originally planning to give it to you for free, but that would make me look like a sucker, so I'd rather say I'll lend it to you. If you don't return it, it's your character problem."

Qin Su didn't understand what this answer had to do with his own question. With such an inability to grasp the key points, how could he rank among the top five in the grade?

Qi Yang heard the waiter calling his number, and he stuffed the small note to Qin Su, raised his chin and said, "Go get it."

Qin Su's lips moved twice, but he still went there silently. Looking at the golden and crispy fried chicken legs, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He hadn't eaten any of those things since his dad started gambling.

There were two meal sets. Qi Yang took away everything except the fried chicken burger without hesitation, and piled the rest on the plate in front of Qin Su.

"Why are you here if you don't want fried chicken?"

"Looking at the chicken will satisfy your hunger."

Patients with congenital heart disease, or those who have just had an attack, should listen to the doctor's advice. Just try the egg tarts and corn cobs, but forget about the fried chicken, especially since it tastes just so-so.

Qin Su stared at Qi Yang for a while, then quickly said "thank you" while lowering his head. Qi Yang almost didn't hear it amid the noise around him.

"Student Qin, what did you just say?"

Qin Su heard his joke, lowered his head and ate two bites of chicken legs, and asked: "How much does it cost to quit gambling?"

"A few thousand or tens of thousands, your father would lose more than that if he loses a game."

Speaking of this, Qi Yang asked 002: "Is that online casino still open? And the one that Qin Su's father often went to offline, if it's still there, collect evidence and report it."

002 did as he was told.

Qi Yang's words hit Qin Su's heart. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said solemnly: "Just think of it as me borrowing from you. Nine times out of thirteen, I will definitely return it to you in the future."

Hearing his ignorant words, Qi Yang couldn't help laughing, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He held the corn cob, propped up his chin and asked with a smile: "Later? One year later or five years later?"

"what?"

"Back to the first question, which university do you plan to apply to in the future?"

These two are actually the same question, asking him whether he plans to drop out of school after nine years of compulsory education, or to finish college honestly.

Qin Su was silent again.

He used to be a good student with excellent character and academic performance, but he was still unwilling to drop out of school.

Qi Yang also stopped eating, finished the food on his plate, wiped his fingers with tissue paper, stood up and said: "I'm going home, see you at school tomorrow."

When leaving, he rubbed Qin Su's dull hair impulsively and clicked his tongue in disdain.

Qin Su's body froze for a moment, but before he could say anything, the person had already walked away, so he just focused on eating his hamburgers, chicken wings and chicken nuggets.

Five minutes later, Qi Yang came back, carrying a bag with the pharmacy logo printed on it. He put it on the table without saying a word, and then really left.

When Qin Su saw the iodine-containing safflower medicine bandage and gauze inside, his eyes suddenly turned red, but he was somewhat confused.

With the help of Coke, he ate the fried chicken and chicken nuggets, leaving two hamburgers to take back for dinner.

Passing by a supermarket on the way, he spent all his money to buy wine. The boss took one look at the hamburger in his hand and gave him a brown sugar bun that had not been sold out that morning.

He forced a smile, thanked him, and returned to his so-called home.

There is always a lingering smell of alcohol in the house, as if it has been marinated by a drunkard.

In such a dizzying environment, a man's loud snoring sounded from a room on the left.

Qin Su looked around the house, which was almost unfinished, blankly. Thinking of Yu Yuanzhou's words today, grievance and anger surged in his heart. For a moment, he wanted to smash the wine bottle into his father's sleeping head.

If it weren't for him, grandma would still be alive and well.

If it weren't for him, my mother and sister wouldn't have left.

If it weren't for him, he could still study peacefully.

He kicked his shoes at the door, stepped on his cracked slippers, and opened the room where the call came from.

He placed the wine beside the bed made of several wooden boards, silently picked up the empty bottles scattered on the ground and put them in the cardboard box next to it. After cleaning up the vomit on the ground with a broom and rag, he looked out the window with empty eyes.

As more and more light shone into the room, he heard the snoring behind him subside. He opened a bottle of wine, glanced at the cap out of habit, and then stuffed the bottle into the drunkard's hand.

Alcohol made the drunkard indulge in gambling in his dreams. Listening to his neurotic laughter, Qin Su laughed along with him, full of self-mockery.

He wanted to borrow money before but had nowhere to borrow it. Now someone offers to lend him money. Why is he still hesitating?

Are we really waiting for the day when God will be displeased and let the drunkard drink himself to death?