vampire breeder

"Recently, there have been several attacks by the same prisoner in District xx. The victim's neck has marks of being bitten by fangs, and after losing a lot of blood, he fell into a state of anemia and shock. Residents in District xx are requested to be careful when traveling. "

On TV, the latest news flash, Fang?bleed?vampire?

There's been a lot of buzz about vampires lately, and no one is wandering the streets until nightfall.

But he didn't have time to watch TV at home all the time, because his father completely cut off his source of income.

"Are you a parasite who can only parasitize? I raised you until you were 18, and you can figure out the rest."

Father is a man of his word, and the last remaining feeling is to help him find a place that can shelter him from the wind and rain.

The nurse at the blood donation station was familiar with him, and as soon as he saw him passing by, he asked enthusiastically, "It's time again so soon?"

He nodded, and replied lightly: "I'm here to get something."

"Then let's do an inspection by the way, the benefits this time are very good."

He thought about it, and there was nothing urgent to go back, so he took the nurse's order and walked into the hospital.

When I came out again, it was even darker.

As for the hospital he had just left, the nurse who took his blood came out in a hurry, her face was still full of astonishment, she looked at the nurse at the front desk in disbelief and asked, "Sister, he drew a lot more blood than ordinary people, Let him go in this way, will nothing happen?"

"You're new here, you don't know Songyan..."

Thinking about what happened in the news, and going down such a dark road, it makes people feel a little scared.

He shook his head and forced himself not to think about these creepy things. He still calculated that the money he got from the hospital this time could last this month.

Well, this time it’s a bit too much. Do you want to buy some meat to reward yourself, but if you buy meat, how will you survive the remaining days? It’s hard to make a decision...

Sure enough, my own life is still too hard.

was thinking.

Suddenly, "Hiss."

He took a breath, damn it, who is that person standing by the road trying to scare to death?

It's almost midnight, is standing there to scare people?He didn't want to know, put the money he just took into his pocket, lowered his head and prepared to leave at a faster speed.

Just as I was thinking, my arm was suddenly pulled by someone, and my neck hurt. The fist I wanted to punch had no strength at all, not just the hand, but the whole body.

Damn, I wasn't in a good mood.

Before losing consciousness, one must first see what this person looks like...

"That's right." He yelled and sat up on the bed.

The familiar bed and quilt are undoubtedly his room.

Was what happened just now a dream?He wanted to explain the weirdness just now in this way.

But in the mirror standing beside the bed, there are still two clear holes on his neck.

Wasn't it an illusion last night?

Before he could think about it, the alarm clock set on his phone rang.

Today is the first day of transfer, don't leave a bad impression on the teacher.

Though I thought so, the high collar worn to cover the small hole in the neck is really a pretentious look in the hot summer.

"It's the third year of high school and you suddenly turned around. Did you make a mistake? Although I don't like to ask students about their past, I need to work harder in the future."

The new head teacher said in a pleasant manner, but his tone was not gentle at all. It is true that [-] to [-]% of the students who are still transferring after the third year of high school are problem students, but it is because of him.

"Are you a worm that only clings to people? You can take care of your own life."

His father said such a thing, even if he said it, no one would believe it.

After a brief silence.

The teacher took him to the classroom.

Walking in the door, the originally noisy environment quieted down, after the routine self-introduction.

The teacher pointed to an empty seat in the last row.

"Sit next to the three-year-old."

three years old?

Weird name, Songyan thought, and walked towards the last row. He glanced at the person who became his tablemate, and some strange images flashed in his mind. It should be the first time someone met, but he would feel Some familiar?

He opened the stool and sat down, but his eyes were always on this new deskmate, with a strange name and a strange person.

He wanted to say hello, but he had turned his head quickly, and he no longer let his eyes stare at him.

Could it be that the familiarity just now was an illusion?

It must be, he took out the book from his schoolbag, and the teacher on the stage had already started giving a lecture.

It’s not much different from what the school taught in the past, and it’s really lucky to be able to understand it, Song Yan was relieved in his heart, it would be bad if his grades dropped because of a transfer.

Just, what is this strange sense of voyeurism.

Why do I always feel like someone is staring at me?

He turned his head to look over, and his deskmate, a man named three years old, was turning his head, pretending to be looking out the window.

This is too obvious.

He wanted to talk to him, but the other party covered his mouth, and he didn't feel like talking to him at all.

Is it a coincidence?It may also be that I think too much.

He withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to read the book. Within a minute, that uncomfortable sight appeared again.

He was sure that it was the kid next to him who was looking at him, and every time he was about to ask him why he stared at him, that kid pretended to be looking out the window inadvertently, which made people feel annoyed.

Why on earth?

He couldn't figure it out, what grudge did he have towards him?But he didn't remember that he had ever provoked such a person.

Because of him, I didn't listen to what the teacher said, and I couldn't even read the book.

"Diring, diling..."

Fortunately, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, which made people breathe a sigh of relief.

"Transfer student, do you want to eat in the cafeteria with us?"

Someone took the initiative to get closer to him, and the friendship between boys sometimes came quickly, but he was financially strapped, and he didn't have the money to go to the cafeteria.

The bento is prepared the night before, and there is a microwave in the office that students can use. After heating, the problem of lunch can be solved.

"is it?"

"The food in the cafeteria today is very bad."

"Then I'll go to the canteen to buy bread, let's go together, transfer students, let's eat together when we come back."

"it is good."

He nodded, watching the two boys walking towards the canteen, while he went to the office with a bento box, and when he walked to the door, he looked back, and kept peeking at his strange deskmate lying on the desk, as if He was sleeping and didn't know whether to wake him up or not.

Don't get involved with weird people.

Those two classmates came back from the grocery store and waited for him in the corridor. The three of them went back to the classroom together and sat around for lunch. They were discussing the game they played the day before, and Song Yan couldn't get in his mouth, but he watched it intentionally or not. One glance at his strange deskmate, hey, he's not sleeping anymore.

Instead, he was drinking something with a thermos cup, Song Yan looked at the corner of his mouth, some red liquid flowed out, Song Yan was startled, and the chopsticks fell to the ground.

His deskmate stared straight at him and looked over.

Song Yan quickly bent down to pick up the chopsticks, and subconsciously grabbed the clothes on his chest with the other hand.

My heart was pounding, and I felt like I was a pervert.

"You still don't want to get involved with your deskmate, he is a weirdo."

Song Yan raised his head, and the classmate who had dinner with him suddenly said such a sentence.

He is strange?

"why?"

"He doesn't have any friends in class, he's so withdrawn, and he doesn't talk to you when you talk to him. Last time, a daredevil knocked over his thermos, and it was red, maybe it was the blood he drank... ..."

Blood?He also seemed to see red liquid coming out of the corner of his mouth just now, could it be him?The answer to the thought in my heart is almost ready to come out.

"Pang." With a sound, the person who was sitting upright fell down.

"Hey."

Songyan yelled loudly, and when he stood up, he was grabbed by someone, a classmate who had dinner with him.

He bit the bread indifferently, and said without any emotion: "Don't worry about him, he fainted again. If you are in such poor health, you shouldn't come to school. It's scary and a waste of time."

Is that cold expression really a high school student?

The boy next to him also echoed: "He will faint several times a week, don't worry about him, he will wake up later."

They all said it as a matter of course, and there was no sympathy at all.

Song Yan lowered his eyes, took a deep breath and broke away from the hand that was holding him, no matter what.

"It shouldn't be done to someone who faints."

He walked in, knelt down and helped the person who fell on the ground up, put his arms on his shoulders and walked towards the infirmary.

He didn't even notice how strange the people behind him looked at him.

"Boy, don't just grow up so big, take a few steps for me before you die."

Does he not know how much he weighs?

The teacher in the health room.

It's good to come out and help.

Song Yan supported the fainted kid's legs and began to shake, and finally reached the health room, but there was no one there.

Never mind, never mind, he's not a health care teacher, so helping him to the bed is the most benevolent.

go now?

Let's take a rest. I have to admit that this child is really heavy. It looks like it should be 180. After all, I am not short, but why does my face look like there is no flesh at all, and the bones seem to be protruding? Because of poor family conditions?His current condition is also very bad.

"Hey, I'm leaving. I'll go back to the classroom when I wake up."

He had wasted a lot of time and couldn't stay any longer, when he was about to turn around and leave, the person lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and grabbed Songyan with his cold hands.

"I'm so hungry, can you give me some blood?"