Cannon Fodder Counterattack [Quick Transmigration]

The host of other people's family traveled over to assess the situation, strategize, and win by surprise. Every step was carefully designed to maximize the benefits, while the host of his family was reckless. He had a brain and never thought of any countermeasures. Then do it, you will be beaten all over the place!

[System: Host, you... are quite strong, in various senses]

Bian Nan had no burden in his heart: "Revenge is nothing complicated."

If you are a man, you should go up to the man, the front is a real man just now!

Not only did he want to airborne, but he also wanted to land directly in front of the target!

The system seems to be able to see the fate of Mo Jiajun, even if this person stands on the moral high ground, it is useless, and the real public opinion can't affect his host at all, but it is different from what the two of them thought, Jiang Ran said after hearing it.

"Mo Jiajun? You haven't finished harming him yet?"

Due to the influence of the previous rumors, Jiang Ran's first impression of Han Chen was particularly bad. In addition, the squad leader became in a trance because of saving him, and he was likely to be discharged from the army. Jiang Ran was even more disgusted with Han Chen.

When I came to He Zhao's house this time, I thought the squad leader had finally cheered up, but I didn't expect to worry about Han Chen's matter.

Why is this Han Chen everywhere?It's too lingering!

Jiang Ran had a deep sense of crisis in his heart. He always felt that Han Chen's unrighteous intentions would hurt He Zhao, and at the same time, the appearance of this person would also snatch away his squad leader. This kind of psychology made him full of vigilance.

Bian Nan didn't care about Jiang Ran's words. On the contrary, he was very frank: "Naturally, Mo Jiajun and Mo Jiajun are not finished. The debts owed by people will have to be paid back sooner or later. This time, I am paying for the old Han Chen."

He committed suicide by jumping off a building once in his life, and it was also a new life. It is not difficult to understand. Jiang Ranning's eyebrows were full of doubts: "What does he owe you? Didn't you take his money and plagiarize other people's paintings?"

He Zhao sat between the two of them. His old stories about Han Chen were limited to the mouths of the students of the third high school. Those people did say that Han Chen was a bad guy, and even described many details in a decent way, as if they saw it with their own eyes.

But he always felt that things were not that simple, at least the boy he saw on the high platform who was so desperate that he wanted to jump off the building to commit suicide was not like a liar full of nonsense, he was more like a good boy who was bruised all over his body.

Bian Nan raised his eyebrows at Jiang Ran: "You know a lot, but you don't have any brains on your head. You just believe what is said outside? How much credibility are rumors and rumors passed by word of mouth? You actually accepted them all. , is really ridiculous."

He glanced lightly at He Zhao next to him, then turned to Jiang Ran and continued to talk to him: "I know that your family background is prominent and the news spreads in all directions, but sometimes being rich can also blind your eyes, I'm afraid you only want to hear what you want to hear, but Those are useless to me, you'd better put away your little thoughts."

Jiang Ran cared about He Zhao so much that it was abnormal. Bian Nan found out that he was not prejudiced against Han Chen simply because of the rumors. To some extent, Jiang Ran simply regarded Han Chen as an imaginary enemy.

He had a bad impression of Han Chen. When he saw Han Chen appearing beside He Zhao, especially when He Zhao was still kind to Han Chen, Jiang Ran was immediately full of crisis, and subconsciously aggravated the influence of those rumors, trying to make Han Chen Chen is defined as a bad guy, so he can logically drive the other party out of He Zhao's side.

This kind of thinking is naive, but also paranoid.

Jiang Ran's behavior this afternoon was like an old hen protecting its nest, defending its one-acre three-point land, but it was a pity that it failed to provoke and was beaten instead.

What makes Bian Nan more difficult to understand is that Jiang Ran's concern for He Zhao is not out of admiration, there is no trace of /passion/desire in his eyes, there is only pure and naive possessiveness, like an immature child.

Perhaps this affection is a hypocritical form of friendship?

Modern people are really complicated.

Bian Nan couldn't figure it out and didn't want to think about it, but He Zhao who was beside him said affirmatively, "I believe you are not what the rumors say."

He Zhao made his statement, Jiang Ran felt a little uncomfortable for not standing on his side, so he said to Bian Nan: "In this case, tell the truth, I want to see what you and Mo Jiajun said no the same?"

*

The truth about Han Chen was simply a long and frustrating nightmare, Bian Nan told them for almost half an hour before finishing it.

Whether it was the perennial abuse by his uncle and aunt, or Mo Jiajun's deed of helping but actually stealing paintings, and the cynicism and cynicism of the public later, the first half of his life is not a good day that can be missed.

What he said was completely opposite to what Mo Jiajun said. The victim became the perpetrator. Jiang Ran didn't believe it at first, because he had just fought with the other party, and even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit Bian Nan's. How could such a powerful person be bullied?

But there are some things that cannot be covered up, such as the dozens of old scars on Han Chen's body, his malnourished body all year round, his pale and sickly skin, and the fact that he sent his uncle Han Qiang to prison some time ago.

You may not believe it, but these are real.

Man is a creature that is difficult to change, but man can be easily changed sometimes, especially when he has experienced life and death.

After the conversation, the three of them were silent for a while. The hemp ball in the living room plopped down on the ground, meowing and rolling back and forth. It was so honest that it made the running circle actually move so far. Bian Nan got up and walked over to squat down/ He stretched out his hand and poked its big ass, and the hemp ball rolled and rubbed against his trousers, wanting to eat the dried fish.

Jiang Ran turned to look at He Zhao. He always likes to subconsciously ask the other party for their opinions, and the latter also gave the answer as usual: "I believe him."

He Zhao didn't say any more words of persuasion. Jiang Ran's nature is actually not bad. The two of them have slept and eaten together for so many years, and he knows each other's personality very well.

What he cares about now is the book on communicating with children with autism. He hid the book behind him. Fortunately, it is not particularly conspicuous because it is covered with a plastic bag. He Zhao thought about how he would sneak it into the room later. I always feel that this kind of thing will be very awkward when people see it.

Jiang Ran beside him was silent for a while, and said awkwardly: "Since you believe it, then I believe it too."

"What do you believe?" Bian Nan happened to come over with a hemp ball.

Seeing him approaching, Jiang Ran immediately turned his head and said nothing, his temper was still stubborn.

He Zhao called him softly: "Jiang Ran?"

Jiang Ran pursed his lips: "Hey, let me arrange for you to be Mo Jiajun's deskmate."

His awkward mind is sometimes easy to guess, but Bian Nan is not as stubborn as him, so he nodded slightly to him.

"Thank you then, Mr. He, where is Xiaoyugan?" He lightly wrote his thanks, then turned his head and pointed at the hemp ball and asked He Zhao, who told him it was on the upper shelf of the refrigerator.

Seeing Bian Nan taking Maomao to dinner, He Zhao felt that a busy day finally ushered in leisure. He lowered his head and glanced at the class information of Shiyi High School, his brows furrowed unconsciously: "However, going to Class A is really difficult." Is it okay?"

In fact, he doesn't agree with the idea of ​​revenge and revenge, because hatred breeds hatred, and if he fails, he will be buried with his life, but Bian Nan is different. There is no hatred in his eyes. He Zhao is very relieved of him, just directly Can you really be calm in the face of those who have bullied you?

"Are you afraid that he will be bullied when he goes to school?" Jiang Ran asked.

He Zhao thought for a while and felt worried, and finally nodded to him, Jiang Ran said: "With his skill, there is nothing to worry about, besides, he was arranged by the Jiang family, those people dare not provoke them, don't worry. "

To put it bluntly, Mo Jiajun is a rich second generation with no power, even if his father comes, he can't stand in line, and can't make any waves.

"Of course I don't worry about what you do," He Zhao looked at him, but this colorful face was so eye-catching, he couldn't help laughing, "How did the third squad leader give you the medicine? It's like painting a wall. One piece, is he doing a palette on your face?"

Jiang Ran was slightly embarrassed: "I knew he couldn't do anything!"

He Zhao was so funny that he re-applied the medicine. Bian Nan's attack was indeed very measured, the pain was not injured, and it was referred to as a horrible skin trauma.

Enduring the pain, Jiang Ran secretly asked, "Are you really planning to raise him?"

He Zhaoqing put the medicine in his hand: "Well, you should also try to let go of your prejudices and accept a smart and sensible brother, wouldn't you?"

"I... hiss! Forget it, I can't bear it."

"Then let go of your prejudices first."

"I will try my best."

"Ok?"

"...Understood, I won't do it next time."

*

Mo Jiajun had a good weekend this weekend. It has been a year since the incident, and he still received a lot of praise for Han Chen's incident. There was even an official daughter who took the initiative to connect with him because he liked his paintings .

It's really funny, someone would take the initiative to give him a hug because of the painting, it's really a pie delivered to the door, such a good talent was blindly grown on Han Chen's body.

He lived his happy life, caring whether that Han Chen lived or died.

Anyway, the two of them are people from different worlds, and they probably will never see each other again in this lifetime. Besides, with Han Chen's cowardly personality, he might be planning to commit suicide somewhere now.

Mo Jiajun has no burden to go to school, and intends to continue to live a leisurely life.

As a result, in the first class in the morning, the head teacher of Class A walked in with a transfer student, and Mo Jiajun saw that familiar person and that familiar face.

"Hi everyone, my name is Han Chen."

"Student Han Chen, you will sit next to Mo Jiajun later."

Mo Jiajun had been looking at that person in shock, until he heard the head teacher call him, but the people on the podium also looked at him. However, Jia Jun felt a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow.