I don't believe it, you lied [Quick Transmigration]

Fu Chengjun's face suddenly changed, and he assumed the majesty of his father: "I'm showing you shame, I will break your leg if you don't go home today."

"Leave when you wake up, don't show your eyes here." Fu Yucheng's voice was indifferent, and he didn't follow his tactics at all, turning his head to look at Lao Yang: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Lao Yang waved his hands, and said worriedly: "If there is anything to say between father and son, just let it go."

"I have nothing to say to him." Fu Yucheng lowered his eyelashes, looking at Fu Chengjun as if he was looking at a stranger.

Fu Chengjun, who was half sober, was completely sober now. A person who has been doing nothing all his life to bully the weak and fear the hard, forced a bit of domineering under the scene of the crowd watching: "Fu Yucheng, I am your father! Whether you admit it or not, yes Lao Tzu created you."

There was no sound in the office, and the humiliating and indignant roar echoed. Sun Yan, who was lying at the door, covered his mouth in shock. He couldn't believe that there would be such a parent in the world. The child's face was disgraced and he could no longer lift his head.

However, Fu Yucheng, who has an adult soul, didn't take these swear words seriously at all. It's not like he hasn't encountered dirtier things before. He glanced at the people on the ground and shot back: "Then this may be your only one." Something to show off."

"You, you dare to talk to me like that!" Fu Chengjun staggered up from the ground, gnashed his teeth and rushed forward: "I beat you to death——"

"Stop, hurry up, stop him!" Lao Yang's eyes widened, and other teachers also stepped forward to stop him.

Fu Yucheng stood still, with contemptuous and mocking eyes. Such a dismissive gesture aroused Fu Chengjun's nerves even more, and the teachers didn't stop him.

Sun Yan blocked the door and couldn't get in, so he yelled nervously: "Cheng Yu, be careful!!"

In the chaos, Fu Chengjun grabbed the ceramic water cup on the desk with red eyes and smashed it hard. The fragments were splashed with blood. No one thought that his father would kill him, and he froze in place for a while.

He Yang heard the quarrel upstairs in class, and worried about asking the teacher for leave to go to the bathroom, took the opportunity to sneak to the third-floor office. Before he could catch his breath, he saw Fu Yucheng in the crowd. Clutching his forehead, blood trickled down from between his fingers.

Sun Yan was so frightened that he panicked and shouted: "Call an ambulance."

After many years of teaching, Lao Yang was still calm. After regaining his senses, he quickly asked Fu Chengjun to pull away. The latter had already collapsed into a pile of mud, and he was completely frightened. He murmured: "I didn't mean it, I didn't..."

Fu Yucheng was the calmest one from the beginning to the end. After the initial dizziness, he patted Lao Yang on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, just scratch the skin, and the school doctor's office will do a bandage."

"No, the wound is a bit deep, and I have to go to the hospital for stitches." Lao Yang quickly made a decision, and said to the dean, "I'll take him there, please take care of him in class."

"Okay, you can go quickly." The dean agreed, and turned to look at the others: "Every teacher should go to class, go to class."

During a period of chaos, He Yang stood guard at the door. When Lao Yang and Fu Yucheng came out, he immediately stepped forward and asked, "Can I go with you? I can run errands for many procedures in the hospital."

In desperation, Lao Yang didn't have time to identify which class the students were in. He nodded and handed Fu Yucheng to He Yang, and said, "You two wait downstairs, and I'll drive."

"it is good."

He Yang Zheng nodded, and then raised his eyes to meet Fu Yucheng's smiling gaze, and the tears he finally held back began to swirl in his eyes again: "Do you feel dizzy, does it hurt?"

"Not dizzy, but it hurts a little." Fu Yucheng patted his shoulder and asked, "Didn't I tell you to go back to class, why did you come here again?"

With a sad face, He Yang whispered, "I'm worried about you."

"Small injury, it's okay." Fu Yucheng turned his head to look at Sun Yan who was running over, and said in a low voice, "Go back to class and ask him to accompany me, otherwise you can't explain to the teacher."

"That's right, I'll just go with Cheng Yu, I'll be his deskmate." Sun Yan volunteered.

He Yang shook his head, his eyes were stubborn and stubborn, Fu Yucheng understood his heart, and smiled at Sun Yan: "Then I won't take you to the hospital this time."

"Damn, brother is really worried about you, you think I want to go to the hospital to play?" Sun Yan said angrily.

Fu Yucheng smiled: "Okay, let's go back, Lao Yang is driving here."

He Yang opened the back seat door and helped him into the car. The Municipal People's Hospital is about half an hour's drive away from the No. [-] Middle School. At first Fu Yucheng was able to talk and laugh well, but halfway through the journey his face turned pale. His brows were furrowed.

"What's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?" He Yang noticed something unusual, let him lean on his shoulder, and said anxiously: "Teacher Yang, please hurry up."

"I'm fine, but I might be a little motion sick." Fu Yucheng managed to squeeze out a smile, fumbled to open the car window, and said in a hoarse voice, "It'll be fine if I blow the wind for a while."

Lao Yang glanced through the rearview mirror and reminded: "Student, hold him down and don't hit the car window. I suspect he may have a mild concussion."

"Okay." He Yang hugged the person tightly with his arms, and said silently in his heart: don't worry.

Fu Yucheng really didn't feel how serious the injury was, but he still couldn't help his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness gradually disappeared.

[Ding dong!The system is malfunctioning, trying to reconnect...]

"You made me fall into a coma?" Fu Yucheng asked.

[760 successful link, hello, I am system 1.0, because most of the programs are paralyzed, now only the basic functions are open. 】

"Paralyzed? So you can't control me now." Fu Yucheng grasped the point at once, and said sarcastically, "Then what's the use of pulling me over?"

[The system needs your help. 】

Fu Yucheng sneered: "Why should I help you?"

【Are you missing an important memory about a person. 】

"It was your hands and feet?" He said in a cold voice.

[No, you were hypnotized by a psychiatrist, which led to amnesia and confusion. 】

Fu Yucheng said calmly, "So what, it doesn't have much impact on me."

[Don't you want to know what caused all this? 】

"I think so, but I can check for myself."

Fu Yucheng was unmoved, the system was silent for a while, and played a video.

After just ten seconds, Fu Yucheng's eyes changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Where did this come from?"

[Intercepted from your memory fragments, system 1.0 does not have the function of synthesizing virtual videos. 】

"What conditions, you say."

[During the system maintenance period, you need to absorb energy from you, that is, all the lie points accumulated in the four mission worlds. 】

"Can't you get it now?" he asked.

[We are a formal system. Under normal circumstances, only when all the tasks are completed and the rewards for your lies come true can you collect the points you earned. 】

"So you belong to advance points now?"

[Yes, the system can only be executed with your own consent. As compensation, after the system is repaired, you can directly get the reward for making lies come true. 】

"A lie comes true, which means that I can tell a lie and you can make it come true?"

【Yes. 】

"Okay, after all, I can't see or use these points." Fu Yucheng's expression returned to normal, and he said calmly: "But in addition to my current memory, I also need to know in the next five years."

[The system can only restore your memories before the age of 23, until the time of the first binding. 】

"no problem."

[Information transmission, please wait. 】

After a familiar headache, Fu Yucheng slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was endless whiteness. He reached out to touch the source of the pain, and only touched a piece of gauze.

"Don't move, the wound has just been sewn up." Lao Yang's voice came, he reached out his hand to stop his movement, and then asked with concern: "How is it, are you still dizzy, do you want to vomit?"

"I'm not dizzy, and I don't want to vomit either." Fu Yucheng replied truthfully.

"That's good. The doctor said you don't have a concussion. You can rest assured that you will be fine in a few days." Lao Yang smiled, and when he heard the door opening, he looked back and said, "Student He Yang is not a concussion this time." It was a great help, remember to treat him to a meal in the future."

"Understood, thank you Lao Yang." Fu Yucheng said from the bottom of his heart. There were many moments when he felt that Lao Yang was his biological father.

"You woke up, how do you feel?" He Yang put down the plastic bag in his hand, and asked in surprise and joy: "Are you still dizzy, do you want to vomit?"

"It's okay, Lao Yang has already asked me." Fu Yucheng smiled.

"That's good, I bought dinner, Mr. Yang, you..."

"I won't eat anymore, I have to go back to school first, you eat first, and I'll pick you up after finishing the bottle."

"Okay, Mr. Yang, goodbye."

Seeing Lao Yang's back disappear in the hospital corridor, Fu Yucheng looked away and called out, "Xiao Yang."

"Huh?" He Yang unpacked the plastic bag and took a moment to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just calling you." Fu Yucheng's eyes were complicated, and the pain caused by recovering all his memories made him very tired. Only by looking at the living person in front of him can he talk about comfort: "Will you not go home for dinner at night?" Will there be a problem?"

"It's okay, my dad is leaving this afternoon." He Yang lied with a smile, and handed the lunch box and chopsticks to him: "It's all your favorite food, here it is."

Fu Yucheng took it, stared at it for a moment and suddenly raised his head and asked, "Xiao Yang, has anyone followed you secretly recently?"

"Follow me? No." He Yang recalled, shook his head and said: "The group of people who bullied me before were beaten up by you and never showed up again. How can you bring this up?"

"It's nothing, just asking." Fu Yucheng lowered his head to eat, and silently divided the time nodes in his heart. No matter what price he paid this time, he would never let the tragedy happen again.

He Yang glanced at him suspiciously, and thoughtfully said, "Brother Yucheng, are you hiding something from me?"

"No, what are you thinking?" Fu Yucheng restrained all his thoughts, smiled and patted his head.

He Yang obediently sat still on the chair, but his eyes were full of inquiry: "Then why did you have a conflict with him in the office today, and you were injured so badly?"

"That's right, I did provoke him on purpose." Fu Yucheng reached out and touched the wound on his head, with a complicated smile: "Otherwise, where would I have an excuse to sever the father-son relationship with him."