Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu didn't wake up until around four o'clock in the morning. The courier shop was out of work for the time being. When he was living alone in the dormitory with nothing to do, he took on a power leveling job online.

When he recovered from the game, he realized that it was four o'clock in the morning, so he hurriedly washed up and went to bed.

The boy who got up from Zhou Yichen's bed yawned and walked towards the desk with the lamp on.

I saw the neatly placed notes and mobile phones placed by the other party.

"I can't see that there is obsessive-compulsive disorder at such a young age."

The crooked man sitting on the stool glanced at the contents of the note and picked up the phone again.

I found that all the videos I had saved before had been deleted, leaving only one video recorded by Zhou Yichen himself.

The person with his back to the bed sat there patiently watching the boy tell him everything that happened today, and also told him that the students and teachers in the class had become different from before.

And Zhu Jiajun has also changed.

Today's Zhu Jiajun seems to have become the same as he used to be.

Ignored, ignored, ridiculed, looked down upon by everyone.

In just two days, the two of them had a completely new life.

The doll hidden under the bed and the mobile phone lens inside silently recorded all the changes in the room.

This time, Song Jianyu didn't record a video for the other party, but rummaged through the layers of homework books to find the exercise book that he saw first when he woke up that day.

After opening the notebook, Song Jianyu only left one sentence on it, and turned back to bed.

On the surface, his own body has been in a deep sleep all the time, but through so many experiments, Song Jianyu also felt that if the spirit has not rested, no matter how long the body sleeps, he will still feel sleepy .

Zhou Yichen, who got up from his own bed in the morning, took off the quilt and walked to the back of the room door, squatted down to look at his hair wrapped around the doorknob last night, it was still in the same position as before he went to bed.

"No one came in?"

Taking this and his own hair away, the person who changed into the school uniform went to take out the doll under the bed.

The mobile phone took video all night long. Fortunately, he put a power bank behind him, otherwise the battery would have run out.

The teenager who played back the video sat on the head of the bed and looked at the quiet room in the camera.

Time passed minute by minute, nothing changed in his bedroom, Zhou Yichen doubled the time and pulled the progress bar.

Pulling the progress until about 04:30 in the morning, he suddenly saw a pair of feet fall to the ground, and then the man went straight to his desk, sat down and picked up the note he left on the desk, as well as the mobile phone.

Zhou Yichen silently pulled back the progress and slowed down the camera.

This time he saw quite clearly that no one had ever entered this room, but his body was really entered.

"Is it really a ghost passing by?"

Zhou Yichen looked at his back in the camera. After watching the video on his mobile phone, the other party raised his hand to search among his homework, and after a while he pulled out a set of workbooks that Zhou Yichen used to vent.

He saw the man pick up the pen, write something in the exercise book, and then rearrange the things for him. After all this was done, the man turned around and walked towards the bed.

In the camera, Zhou Yichen saw his face approaching the camera step by step, then took off his shoes and got on the bed.

The content in the camera ended here, and nothing happened until he woke up in the morning.

The person sitting on the bed looked up at the desk not far away, and silently deleted all the videos taken in his hand without leaving any evidence.

If the existence occupying his body is really a ghost, he is not afraid.

The person who put down his mobile phone and walked to the desk raised his hand to open the used exercise book.

Inside is the message of the "ghost".

"Do you still want to leave this world now? Have you discovered that things that change your life can be so simple. Grow up well. After you learn more knowledge and get in touch with more people, you will find that people like Zhu Jiajun It's not worth your death at all."

After reading this line, the boy silently tore off the piece of paper and shredded it into pieces. At the school gate in the morning, he saw Zhu Jiajun with a haggard face carrying his schoolbag and about to pass through the security gate.

The figure who used to call the wind and shake the rain is now alone, carrying a schoolbag, walking quietly like a ghost in the school.

Wherever he went, no one approached him within one meter.

Zhou Yichen returned to the classroom one step late, and the people at the door found Zhu Jiajun standing there with his schoolbag in his hands.

In the belly of his table, several unfinished bottles of milk were tilted, bread wrappers and used paper towels were everywhere, and the milk dripped on his stool, and even the floor was dirty.

"Zhu Jiajun, hurry up and clean up these things, don't interfere with our morning class!"

The monitor of Class Two and Class Three held his nose in distaste, as if there was a strange smell over there, and asked Zhu Jiajun to clean it up quickly.

When Zhou Yichen passed by him without looking sideways, the burly young man who had been holding his schoolbag in a daze for a long time suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhou Yichen's back with red eyes.

The school has not yet discussed how to deal with him. He was bullied by his classmates at school, and his parents kept arguing about him when he got home. After each quarrel, Zhu Jiajun would be beaten.

All of this was because of Zhou Yichen.

The boy who had been standing blankly, put down his schoolbag with his lips tightly pressed, and left the classroom with his single desk full of garbage.

At the sink, he cleaned and dried all the garbage in the belly of the desk. When he returned to the classroom with the desk in his arms, Wang Mang was on the podium telling everyone about the final exam tomorrow. He saw him standing at the door with the desk in his arms. "What are you doing standing at the door? The report won't shout, do you still need someone to invite you in?"

Amidst the roar of laughter in the room, Zhu Jiajun lowered his head and hugged the desk and moved it back to its original position step by step.

In the next two days, Zhou Yichen stopped paying attention to Zhu Jiajun's affairs, he went all out for the exam, and when he handed in the last test paper, Zhou Yichen knew that this time the first place in the whole grade was secured.

Those who left the classroom early met Zhu Jiajun in the medical room.

Before the exam, Zhu Jiajun was hit on the head with a bucket as a prank in the toilet. Now Lao Gao with a swollen forehead didn't even take the last exam.

The school doctor in the infirmary went out on a temporary basis, and now there were only two of them left in the infirmary, sitting silently across a desk on the left and right.

Zhu Jiajun raised his eyes and looked at the person with a calm face, "Aren't you proud of me for making me like this?"

Zhou Yichen moved his eyes away from the campus medical manual, landed on Zhu Jiajun's unwilling face, and sighed: "It's not really a pride, but you really made me make a new decision."

"I just joked with you a few times before, stepped on your shoes a few times at most, and even hit you, only once in the toilet! But what did you do to me? You are ten times worse than me , a hundred times!" The bucket in the toilet was full of dirty water, and no one cared about it after he entered the infirmary.

The young man in wet clothes looked like a trapped beast, struggling to escape the net of Zhou Yichen.

"It's a joke to throw garbage on my table, it's a joke to let everyone call me a sissy, it's a joke to isolate me, it's a joke to laugh at me, it's a joke to slap me and humiliate me in the toilet."

The young man who was talking about the past word by word, looked at Zhu Jiajun opposite him with a puzzled face: "Since it's all a joke, what are you suffering now? You are being thrown trash, called a murderer, and Isolation, ridicule, and beating in the toilet, aren't these all jokes in your eyes? Why do you think I'm going too far? Obviously... this... just... a joke!"

Violence has never been called violence only when the body is beaten on the surface.

The school doctor pushed open the door of the medicine room with a bag full of medicines that he had just brought back, and after seeing who the two people were sitting in the room, he quickly dropped the things in his bag and rushed up to pull Zhou Yichen away.

"Student Zhou, why did you come to the infirmary?" The school doctor looked him up and down nervously, and after making sure that he was not injured, he raised his voice and said to Zhu Jiajun who was still sitting over there: "Zhu Jiajun, your injury Why don't you go back after everything has been dealt with, if you deliberately hide here and don't want to take the exam, be careful and I will report it to your head teacher!"

Zhu Jiajun stood up from the chair and walked out of the infirmary with his head down.

After Zhou Yichen changed the gauze again in the medical room, he also returned home with his schoolbag.

On the same day, he brought up a decision he had made with his parents, that he wanted to transfer schools.

With his daily grades and the final exam this time, no one in other middle schools in Jinjiang City would refuse him to join.

At night, Zhou Yichen wrote a message on paper to the "passing ghost" who occupied his body.

"I'm going to transfer to another school. After your help, I found out that this school is really bad. These people only teach education but not life. Continue to study in the environment here. I'm worried that I won't be the next Zhu Jiajun. It is to become the next former Zhou Yichen."

Song Jianyu woke up and replied to the other party: "So did you forgive Zhu Jiajun?"

Zhou Yichen: "Never, I still hate him very much, but I hate the school's simple and rude way of doing things even more. They just copied the way they used to treat me to him.

In the future, there will be the next Zhou Yichen, and there will also be the next Zhu Jiajun. As long as this situation is not really changed, the two of them will always exist on campus. "

Song Jianyu: "I wish you to find a good school, I probably won't get on your body again in the future."

Zhou Yichen: "Why?"

Song Jianyu: "Because I'm a ghost passing by, I'm going to float away to other places, do you want to keep me?"

Zhou Yichen: "I asked the neighbor's grandma, and she said that the lonely ghosts in this world are only floating around because no one worships them. Give me your birth date, and I'll burn some money for you before leaving. ?”

Song Jianyu: "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm super rich in the underworld, okay? You just have to study hard and don't become the next Zhu Jiajun."

The last time Zhou Yichen received a reply from that person was on the eve of the Spring Festival. His transfer procedures have been completed, and he will soon enter another school to start over after the new year.

It's just that the passing ghost just like the other party said, never appeared again.

Zhou Yichen deleted all the chat content between the two people, and kept the room as usual, without telling anyone about it.

The little cold corn snake has been replaced by a new one that is twice as big from a small black plastic basin. Zhou Yichen was still a little afraid of this cold animal at first, but after a long time, he gradually began to accept and like it. Corn Snake.