After awakening the evil god, it was marked

"Are you going to the hospital or going back to school?" Yan Zhijin looked at the time.

Meng Qianlin kept holding the fruit knife and looked around nervously. Hearing his voice, his hands trembled, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He touched the scabbed wound on his chin, and said confidently, "Of course I'm going to the hospital!"

Yan Zhijin gave a "hmm" and helped him get a taxi.

"You don't want to call." Meng Qianlin took out his mobile phone and made a call, instructing the other party to drive to the gate of the community.

After he finished typing, he found that Yan Zhijin had just picked up the knife and was wiping the handle of the knife. He immediately jumped back a few steps, put his hands on his chest vigilantly, and asked sharply, "What are you going to do?"

"This knife needs to be returned." Yan Zhijin wiped off the fingerprints and blood on the knife, and said, "The police will go there soon."

"Oh, it's none of my business." Meng Qianlin hugged herself tightly, her eyes glued to his hand, for fear that he would stab herself again with a knife.

Yan Zhijin glanced at him casually, walked back, and said, "You go to the hospital first, I'll put the knife back."

Meng Qianlin froze for a moment, and shouted at his back: "Are you crazy? How dare you go back! Who knows if he has recovered? Isn't this sending you to death?"

Yan Zhijin didn't return to him, and his figure got further and further away.

He lingered on the spot with his arms folded for a while, muttering, "I have nothing to do with my courting death." After a few minutes, he still gritted his teeth and chased after him.

Yan Zhijin didn't need to enter the house to put the knife back in its original place.

He stood just downstairs where Zhou Hanguang lived, and returned the knife.

He doesn't want to have direct contact with Zhou Hanguang for the time being.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Meng Qianlin running over panting, his pale face just now was too red.Seeing him, Meng Qianlin was stunned for a moment, staring at his round almond eyes, and asked, "Did you put it back? So soon?"

"Hmm." Yan Zhijin put his clean hands in his pockets and asked, "Your family's car hasn't arrived yet?"

"I..." Meng Qianlin's words swirled around his lips, and then swallowed them back. He crossed his arms, raised his chin, and said arrogantly, "What's the matter with you?"

Yan Zhijin was just asking casually, since Meng Qianlin didn't want to answer, he naturally acted like he didn't say anything.

He walked slowly towards the gate of the community.

Meng Qianlin realized that he was really ignoring him, and a layer of water mist appeared in his eyes. He chased after him angrily, and said arrogantly: "I'm afraid you have confessed yourself to that point. Come and have a look. How old are you?" , I don’t have safety awareness yet, is it because you don’t know how to be afraid if the knife is not pointed at your neck?”

Yan Zhijin turned to look at him.After such a long time, Yan Zhijin's eyes have returned to the color of a normal person, but they are still a little transparent, like the color of crystal.The light on his body was also diluted by the sunlight into a faint mist.

He hooked his collar, looked down at his neck, which had no pinch marks, and said, "I know."

Meng Qianlin wanted to say, "You know Zhou Hanguang is reluctant to touch you", but when he faced Yan Zhijin, he suddenly lost the strength to say this.

Just like facing a god constructed from the purest elements in the world, any slanderous words will be shattered before being exported.

He said hoarsely, "Go if you know it? If you are killed by Assistant Professor Yan..."

When he said this, he covered his mouth, spat hard, and said, "If you are killed, what if the police ask me every day? I don't want to be chased and questioned."

Yan Zhijin said, "I won't."

He smiled slightly, showing that mysterious and probing look: "I will not die."

Meng Qianlin felt an invisible coercion pressing on his shoulders, making him almost unable to move.

He muttered: "I love you to death, just don't get involved with me."

Yan Zhijin nodded.

The two walked towards the gate of the community in silence.

After a while, Meng Qianlin hesitated and asked coyly, "Why did you save me?"

Yan Zhijin shifted his gaze to his face and said, "You're welcome."

"Who wants to thank you?" Meng Qianlin took out his phone and said, "How much does it cost?"

Yan Zhijin: "No, I'm not short of money."

Seeing his desolate appearance, Meng Qianlin's face flushed red.

Of course he knew that Yan Zhijin was not only not short of money, but also richer than his family. Even if he didn't talk about money, Yan Zhijin had nothing to do with him.

How could he be compared to Yan Zhijin? Talent, appearance, family background, wealth, and love, apart from being younger, he can live a few more years - how many years a person can live is not certain.

He pressed the phone screen heavily, put the phone in his pocket, and said with a sneer, "Of course you're not doing it for money. If you don't do this, how can you show your kindness in front of Assistant Professor Yan..."

He spoke deliberately to Yan Zhijin's pain point.

Sure enough, Yan Zhijin's expression changed.

Yan Zhijin stared at him for a long time, and said seriously: "No, it's because you have nothing to do with this matter. I can't let people who have nothing to do with it suffer harm."

Meng Qianlin was shocked by his honest speech, and it took a while before he said: "According to what you say, if I really have something to do with your grievances, you don't care about me?"

He thought that Yan Zhijin would refute him righteously, but unexpectedly, Yan Zhijin said very naturally: "If Zhou Hanguang really did something to you because of your personal grievances, I will let you settle the matter. "

Meng Qianlin stared at him dumbfounded, and shouted: "You really don't want to save me?"

"I am not the person involved, so I have no way of judging your actions, let alone a trial. Only you can resolve your matter." He said, "But in this case, you are innocent. So I will definitely save you. you."

Meng Qianlin stared at him with his mouth open for almost half a minute, then closed his jaw and murmured: "I really don't know how the teaching assistant would like such a strange person like you."

Yan Zhijin was silent for a long time this time before saying, "I don't know."

His tone was much heavier than before.

Meng Qianlin felt the heaviness, but she didn't know why. She just felt tight in her chest, as if she was buried in a swamp and was sinking continuously.

He twittered selfishly: "If it was me, even if it was you, I would definitely save it. Because I am such a kind person who rewards justice with virtue and is selfless!"

"Yes," Yan Zhijin said, "Thank you."

He was silent again.

Meng Qianlin talked a lot, but there was no one to support him, so the tone gradually weakened.

He smiled, and said innocently and cruelly: "You lied, if you were the one pointed at with the knife, I wouldn't save you."

He said word by word: "Not only will I not save you, I will try my best to provoke Zhou Hanguang and let him kill you quickly. Anyway, I did not do it, and I am also a victim. What do I matter?"

Faced with his threats, Yan Zhijin remained calm.

Yan Zhijin said, "But I won't die."

Meng Qianlin was discouraged all of a sudden, and the terrifying image he had built up with great difficulty collapsed.

He complained: "Can't you give some reaction? You won't be happy or angry, just like you have no feelings."

Yan Zhijin: .

He didn't even need to speak, Meng Qianlin could tell what he meant: But what you said couldn't scare me at all.

"I know, I'm not a threat to you at all," Meng Qianlin said mockingly, "You never regarded me as a competitor, and neither did he. I'm just being self-indulgent..."

Yan Zhijin asked, "Why do you like him so much?"

Meng Qianlin was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Because he is handsome, knows a lot, and most importantly, he has a mysterious aura about him, which is different from everyone else!"

After Yan Zhijin finished speaking, he said, "But, he rejected you."

"You did it on purpose!" Meng Qianlin became angry, "Why, the real boyfriend finally couldn't help showing off to the vixen who doesn't know how to flatter him?"

"No," Yan Zhijin said calmly, "I just want to know why you persist even though you are so sad."

"I'm not sad!" Meng Qianlin denied it flatly, "You don't think I will be stimulated by your words to cry in the quilt, do you?"

Yan Zhijin looked at him.

Meng Qianlin was sweating on his forehead.

I can.The words came to his mind.

There was a bitter taste in his mouth.

Who would not be sad?The well-prepared gifts were thrown into the trash can, and the countless smiling faces were replaced by indifferent and disgusted eyes.

But he just couldn't let it go.

"I'm not reconciled..." He gritted his teeth and said, "Why doesn't he like me? What's wrong with me? Why doesn't he try to accept me? In terms of face, family background, and the help he can give , How can I not be worthy of him? I know I still can't compare with you, but I love him, I treat him so well, why does he have to put a hot face on a cold ass?"

He became emotional, and completely forgot that Yan Zhijin was standing in front of him, and just cried out hoarsely: "Why does he like you? You talk sarcasticly to him every day, and when you are busy, you don't even have to look at him." One glance. Why is he still unwilling to give up on you?"

"As long as he calls, no matter where I am, I will rush to him. No matter what opportunity he wants, I will try to get it from my dad. Even if I have a date with someone a week ago, as long as he Just say it, and I will cancel it immediately. Even if I have never touched something, as long as he says he likes it, I will learn it."

"I'm not reconciled, I'm really not reconciled...why is he still unwilling to look at me even though I have reached this point?" He said violently, "How many alphas have followed me since I was a child, I will look at them A glance? Why doesn't he cherish it?"

"Why? Why is there no reward for his efforts? Why is he not even touched? Why is this world so unfair? Some people can get everyone's love without doing anything, while some people work hard and get loved by everyone. Can't even get a look. Why?"

"You must be laughing at my darkness right now?" Meng Qianlin smiled absent-mindedly, "A loser is a loser, and only deserves to be impotent and furious in the corner. I know it's ugly to think like this, but I just can't help it. Lying in bed, I would think, why am I inferior to you in everything, why is there someone so much better than me, every aspect is beyond my reach. I am not as calm as you, I just get jealous, I just get jealous Anger, I hope that one day you will completely disappear into this world, so that my nightmares will disappear. These are things you winners in life can't understand!"

"No," Yan Zhijin looked at him calmly, "I understand."

The corner of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and a layer of sadness appeared in his eyes: "Maybe... I'm as dark as you."

The author has something to say:

How should I put it, giving is not necessarily rewarding.

The so-called rewards are all in the back, and now it just doesn't show up, it's all self-consolation.

——This is what I said after eating a fat-reducing meal for a few days.