President, he can't control the Shura field.

When Jian Fanchen bent down to pick up the photo, he felt dizzy for a while, and some familiar pictures suddenly flashed in his mind.

This is not his first awakening.

The last time I woke up was in high school.That time was very short, only half a day before and after, but until today, he realized that this half day seemed not that simple.

He seemed to have met the male protagonists last time.

It's been too long, he originally forgot, but this situation made him connect those fragmentary pictures into memory.

It was the winter of his first year of high school, and he had already received the admission letter from his favorite school abroad in advance.When he woke up that day, he was coming out of the student union office. It was getting dark, and it was still drizzling, cold and damp.

It's past school time, and there are occasional students on duty in twos and threes passing by on the school road. When they meet him, they will take a second look, but soon they bow their heads and run away in a hurry.

Because he was finally able to think independently, he was so excited that he ran to the cold drink shop in front of the school to buy his favorite grapefruit tea.

The weather was cold, and it was Friday, so there were not many students in the cold drink shop, and all the students who came here were buying takeaways.

"A cup of grapefruit tea, thank you." Jian Fanchen happily looked at the menu.

The order clerk asked, "Okay, do you want to take away or dine in?"

Jian Fanchen glanced at the foggy weather outside the door, then turned his head to look at the empty seats, and said, "Let's dine in, thank you."

The restaurant is very deserted, only a young couple who look like students are sitting in a booth in the corner.

Jian Fanchen, who had no idea about dating, sat down at the farthest table, took out a Spanish book from his pocket, and began to review it.

He was drinking grapefruit tea and was engrossed in his studies when he was suddenly interrupted by a noise outside the shop.

Looking up and down the prestige, it seems that there is a conflict between a bicycle and a car on the road.He closed the book, put down the grapefruit tea and walked out.

The rider was a child about ten years old with a guitar on his back. It seemed that he crossed the road and hit the rear of a car.The first thing he did when he got up from the ground was to check if the guitar was broken in a hurry.

The driver wearing sunglasses came out from the driver's cab, walked to the rear of the car, took a look, cleared his throat, and lowered his head to the boy who was tuning the piano on the ground, "How do you ride a car? Do you understand the traffic rules?"

The boy found that there seemed to be no major problem with the piano. He breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the driver in the suit in front of him, said nothing, and stood up with the piano on his back to help the bicycle.

"I'm talking to you, kid!" Dissatisfied with his attitude, the driver's voice became stern, "Did you hear that?"

With a cold face, the boy picked up the bicycle whose front had been knocked askew, and said, "How much is it, I will compensate you."

"You pay? Do you know how much this car costs?" The driver sneered, "What's your name? Where are your parents? Call them!"

"I have no parents." The boy said calmly.

He said a sentence without any waves, as if saying that the weather is not good today.

"No parents? No wonder..." The driver adjusted his sunglasses, "What about your guardian? Which school do you go to? Who is the head teacher?"

"How much?" The boy didn't even look at him, turned around and took out his wallet, "I'll give you a hundred, is it enough? I don't have any more."

The driver sneered and grabbed his collar: "One hundred? Little brat, do you want to run away? Follow me to the police station!"

The righteous boy Jian Fanchen couldn't stand it any longer, and walked to the scene of the accident.

Shameless, an adult bullying a child.

He hates bullying the most, he wants to fight against injustice.

"Uncle, please let go." Although he couldn't see it, he was still very personable.

The driver looked at him, that is, a student: "Who are you? His brother?"

"Yes, I'm his brother, don't touch him." Jian Fanchen looked at the boy and said, "Are you not injured?"

The guitar boy looked up at him, with obvious doubts and precautions on his childish face.

Seeing family members coming, the driver let go: "Do you have an ID card? Are you underage? Your brother hit my car, do you have money to pay?"

Jian Fanchen walked around the limousine and said, "The party responsible for the accident hasn't been identified yet, so why should we pay for it?"

When the driver heard what he said, he took out his mobile phone: "My car has a driving record! You don't want to rely on it, I will call the police!"

Jian Fanchen said: "Oh, it's good to call the police, just right, I want to see how the police deal with your illegal driving car."

"Illegal? Classmate, take care, this is a motorway, and it was your brother who ran into it himself." The driver dialed the phone while talking.

The guitar boy was a little nervous and fell silent.

Jian Fanchen saw his movement of grabbing his sleeve, and comforted him, saying, "Don't be afraid of him."

Then he said to the driver: "This road is not an ordinary motorway. This is a school road. Only teachers and staff can drive in. Do you have a pass?"

The driver stopped obviously, looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "What pass, don't lie to me."

"Look at the sign yourself." Jian Fanchen raised his chin, motioning him to look behind.

The driver turned his head dubiously, and sure enough, he saw a sign saying that foreign vehicles are strictly prohibited from entering.

"How is it? I didn't lie to you, right? Entry is prohibited, and you will be responsible for the consequences." As the president of the student council, he knew the school's rules and regulations by heart.

"This... I didn't check the pass when I came in..." The driver put down the phone, and then said, "Okay, even if I don't have a pass, I can at most get a new one, but what if your brother hit my car? "

Knowing that these people value privacy most, Jian Fanchen took out his mobile phone and turned on the shooting mode: "The reason why we don't allow foreign vehicles to drive to the school gate is because many students were almost hit by cars last year. It's not a question of whether to make up or not. This is a very serious safety issue, who does your luxury car belong to? I'll take a photo and post it on the Internet."

"Don't mess around!" The driver reached out to grab his phone, but missed it.

Seeing that Jian Fanchen was really shooting a video, the driver hurried forward to stop him, but was pulled back just as he took a step.

"Let go!" He shouted angrily at the boy who was pulling his suit behind him.

Drivers from wealthy families are generally more respectable outside, but they have never been so bullied by children outside.

Jian Fanchen kept taking pictures of him: "Oh, what company are you an employee of? Not only did you drive the car to No. [-] Middle School, but you also bullied the students..."

The boy was still young, so he couldn't grasp a grown man steadily.The driver flicked his elbow, and the boy took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

At this time, passers-by gathered around, and the passing students went to help the boy, but the boy refused to be helped.

Jian Fanchen saw a lot of people, so he said: "You have all seen it, there are witnesses, this guy in a suit violently treats minors."

The driver saw that someone on the side of the road also took out his mobile phone to take pictures of him, and became angry from embarrassment: "You are not allowed to take pictures, I will find someone..."

"What's the noise? Why did it take so long?"

Suddenly the car door opened, and a person got off the back seat.Jian Fanchen felt that he was also ten years old, but he looked like a young man, with a suit and a small bow tie, and his hair was combed meticulously, making him look older than him.

"You are the owner of the car? Your driver wants to touch porcelain." Jian Fanchen said.

The bow-tie boy glanced at him and replied seriously: "The owner of the car is not me."

Jian Fanchen was methodical: "The owner of the car is either your father or your mother, it doesn't matter. Your driver drove the car in in violation of the regulations and even touched the porcelain. What do you think?"

The bow tie boy frowned, turned his head and glanced at the guitar boy who had stood up, and then at the driver.

The driver quickly explained: "Master, when we came in, no one said that we are not allowed to leave here, this child was hit by himself..."

"Okay, we will pay you as much as you want." The driver stopped talking after the boy in the bow tie said a word.

Then the driver whispered: "Actually, he doesn't need to pay, our car is fully insured, and I am education..."

"Who said the car?" The bow tie boy glared at the driver, "pay for his bicycle and medical expenses."

The driver changed his face in seconds: "...Yes, master."

Jian Fanchen: Whose young master is so arrogant.

"This classmate," the driver turned around and gave Guitar Boy a business card, "Here is the contact information of our lawyer. You can contact him for claims."

Jian Fanchen: ...

He found that the world after awakening was so incomprehensible.

He sighed, and continued to draw his sword to help: "You guys are enough, do you think you are Long Aotian? Why are lawyers not lawyers, bullying minors?"

The boy with the bow tie must have been so arrogant since he was a child, and he didn't know that there were other ways to deal with it, so he raised his head and asked him: "Then what do you want?"

Jian Fanchen, the excellent president of the student union: "One, ask this uncle driver to give my brother... not my brother... to apologize to this kid. Two, take him to the hospital and contact his guardian. Three, repair his bicycle."

The driver suddenly realized: "Are you really not his family?"

"I don't need to go to the hospital, and I can fix my bike myself," said the guitar boy.

"That won't work," Jian Fanchen reminded him, "You may have internal injuries, and you will have to go to the hospital for an examination to find out, otherwise you may suddenly die suddenly tonight."

Guitar Boy looked at him bewilderedly.

The driver looked at the bow-tie boy, got a signal, put away his business card, and said to the guitar boy with a correct attitude: "Little classmate, I'm really sorry, I'll take you to the hospital."

The guitar boy refused blankly: "I won't go."

Jian Fanchen said: "Your bicycle is broken and you can't go, so why don't you let them give you a ride."

"Need not."

Jian Fanchen is one head and two older, and this child is really difficult to speak.

The driver said: "If you don't go, then we will leave, we are in a hurry."

Jian Fanchen scratched his head, and said, "I just heard something wrong with the sound of your guitar, did it break? They will have to pay for it."

Sure enough, the guitar boy hesitated, and went to open the piano cover.

"You go to the car to check, Qin can't get wet." Jian Fanchen said to the driver, "Uncle, please put his bicycle in the trunk."

Before getting into the car, the bow-tie boy turned his head and glanced at Jian Fanchen, hesitated to speak, and finally got into the car with a very bad expression.

The driver put the bicycle into the trunk of the car and opened the passenger door to the guitar boy: "Little classmate, get in the car."

The guitar boy wanted to say something more, but the drizzle gradually turned into bean-sized raindrops, which seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.The driver pushed him, and he quickly got into the car protecting the guitar.

Before the car door closed, he heard Jian Fanchen shout: "Don't kidnap and traffic minors, I have your car number!"

The driver slammed the car door shut before the rain picked up.

Jian Fanchen breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and ran back to the cold drink shop.

But before the car left, the passenger door suddenly opened, and the guitar boy ran down without his guitar.

He ran to the cold drink shop in the rain, because the rain was too heavy, and he was drenched in less than five seconds.

Before Jian Fanchen could speak, the drowned chicken said, "Thank you, my name is Cheng Lian. May I know your name?"

Jian Fanchen, who did good deeds without leaving his name, was a little hesitant, and made up a random sentence: "I am Batman One-Central. Do you want to dry your hair?"

The soaked chicken wiped his wet face, shook his head and asked, "Then can I come here to find you in the future?"

Jian Fanchen nodded.

The boy smiled, turned around and ran back to the car in the rain.

Jian Fanchen thought, this kid is not completely rude.

It was raining heavily, but it stopped within ten minutes.

When Jian Fanchen left the cold drink shop, it was getting darker again, and the city C became colder after the rain. He wrapped himself tightly in his coat and looked out.

Because of the cold weather, he wanted to take a shortcut, so he walked into the alley, but unexpectedly encountered a crime scene.

A group of hooligans were bullying a boy. They pushed the boy to the end of the alley, as if they were robbing.

Jian Fanchen couldn't see what was going on, but he heard someone say, "If you don't hand over the money, don't even think about leaving today."

Then he heard a clearly younger voice say, "I don't have any money, so kill me."

The voice is very thin, but very firm.

"Oh, no money? Do you think we dare not touch you?"

Startled, Jian Fanchen casually picked up the empty wine bottle on the side of the road, took a deep breath and walked towards the sound.

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The next chapter will continue to recall the killing, the four dogs have hooks