What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

In the distance, on the top of the ferris wheel in the playground under the night, two women and one man are sitting.

Seeing that the lights in the clinic finally went out and two people came out, the hypnotist took down the binoculars and rubbed his eyes.

The Ferris wheel is 50 meters away from the clinic, and she reads her mind in this way.

"Well? See anything?" The gambler laid the cards out on the watermelon-colored leather stand and played with himself.

The hypnotist sat down, raised her right hand and pressed her shoulder. Her voice was calm and gentle, like cold tea, as if she was trying to lull her child to sleep: "The bodyguard and Wu Ti were severely frustrated by the professor. They plan to Fleeing to the grocery store, it seems that the professor is probably the best at melee combat among us, it's better not to provoke him easily."

"Then...do you want to go to the grocery store to make up the knife?" the psychic said.

The hypnotist smiled: "Just the three of us? Let's save it. The bodyguards must have a grudge when they were punished by the professor. We just need to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight. We must not be impulsive. Also, the professor It seems that he has a special feeling for the shop assistant."

"Special emotion? Aren't we all strangers...the two of them must have known each other for the first time, right?" The gambler pulled out an ace of hearts.

The hypnotist shook his head: "There must be something between the two of them. My intuition is not wrong. The professor is gay. He has taken a fancy to the clerk, so he never leaves."

The psychic smiled inexplicably, and fiddled with the spar bracelet on his wrist: "Interesting. I don't know if I can see the sun tomorrow, and I still have the desire to fall in love. Should I say he is stupid or romantic?"

The card in the gambler's hand dropped, and he covered his butt in horror: "He won't take a fancy to me, will he? I heard that homosexuals are very philandering—"

"Although I don't like homosexuality," the hypnotist interrupted coldly, "but I think if he is with you, he should be at a disadvantage."

"Hmph." The gambler tidied up the deck resentfully.

"Wait, don't you all know him?" The psychic was a little surprised.

"Huh?" The gambler looked puzzled, and the hypnotist was also taken aback.

"He was in the newspaper because he was almost raped by a student...caused a lot of commotion at school," the psychic recalled: "I thought he must be physically weak, but I didn't expect him to be able to fight like this. Unexpected."

"This is indeed a bit contradictory. With his skills, will he not be able to deal with his own students?" The gambler said with a lewd smile: "Maybe one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, and then he will tear his face."

The psychic shook his head: "No, he was trending on Weibo later, and I watched the follow-up interviews with reporters, and he did look like a victim."

"Ah, then I understand," the gambler said firmly, "It must be because he was almost molested by a student, and then he went to the gym to practice judo, taekwondo or something, so he became so good at fighting."

"Then it won't progress so fast..." The psychic was thoughtful.

8:51pm.

Shu Xingmi and Zhanglin went to school.

They don't plan to live in the villa, that place has been exposed, and it's not |safe to go back and live there.

It was pitch black everywhere in the school, not a single light was on, and there was a mysterious dead silence all around.The teaching building, cafeteria, small library, and dormitory are all shrouded in darkness, and the light blue moonlight adds to the gloomy and desolate.

Occasionally, the bleak autumn wind blows, and the empty plastic bottles on the playground roll over on the concrete floor. The slight and sudden sound is intermittent, like the whisper of a ghost.

Shu Xingmi didn't dare to use the flashlight because he was afraid of revealing his location, so he and Zhang Lin sneaked into the school building in the dark, jumped into the guard room through the window, took the key, and went to the dormitory management room on the third floor.

The dormitory management room is more fully furnished than ordinary rooms, with kettles, notebook ballpoint pens and the like.

Through the moonlight, Zhanglin saw that there was only a single bed against the wall in the dormitory management room, which was thin and small, with a set of mattresses on it, which was fairly clean.

"Are you hungry?" Shu Xingmi put his backpack on the table and took out two boxes of instant noodles, one with spicy beef flavor and the other with slightly spicy seafood flavor.

"En." Zhanglin rubbed his belly, he didn't have a good lunch just now.

Shu Xingmi held two bowls of noodles and stretched them out in front of Zhanglin: "Pick one."

Zhanglin thought for a while, and took the beef-flavored one: "I'm a little allergic to seafood."

Shu Xingmi checked the kettle, plugged it in, took out purified water from the bag, poured it into the kettle, and closed the lid.

The sound of boiling water seemed to dilute the tense and terrifying atmosphere. In the darkness, Shu Xingmi and Zhanglin sat side by side on the small bed, waiting for the water to boil.

"Teacher, there is only one bed here."

"Well, what does that mean?" Shu Xingmi guided Zhanglin to think.

"It means I'm going to sleep in another room?" Zhanglin blinked.

"That would be very dangerous. The two of us can't move separately. We must be in the same room when we sleep, otherwise we won't be able to take care of each other."

Zhanglin thought hard again: "I sleep on the floor?"

"Maybe we can share a bed." When Shu Xingmi made this request, he was actually a little afraid that Zhang Lin would refuse.

"Teacher is so smart...it's safe and warm." The more Zhanglin thought about it, the more it made sense. The two of them slept under the quilt, which not only eliminated fear but also resisted the cold. The teacher was really thoughtful.

Hearing what Zhanglin said, Shu Xingmi felt a deep sense of guilt.

There was a gurgling sound for a while, and the hot water boiled. He soaked two bowls of noodles, and the hot aroma filled the whole room. The two of them lifted the lids and ate together. After eating the instant noodles, they went to the bathroom to wash up quickly. He quietly went back to the room and lay down on the bed.

"Give me your recorder, I'm going to say something very important next." Shu Xingmi pulled the quilt, Zhanglin took out the recorder from his trousers pocket and handed it to him, their fingers touched.

Shu Xingmi carefully explained the rules of the game to Zhanglin, and then said his strategy: "I am good at melee combat, but I am most afraid of guns, bows and arrows, traps, poison|drugs, and the self-explosion system of ankle rings. Now I have Test needles, poison|drugs can be temporarily ruled out. As for the gun, we should have found it, it is the one in the safe, but bows and traps... this requires us to be more careful, if the two of us are lucky To survive to the end, you must crack the ankle ring, find the boat or paraglider, and escape the island before the time limit expires."

"What if we fail?" Zhanglin's scalp tingled, "If the time is up, but we fail to crack the ankle ring, or fail to escape, what should we do? The game only allows one person to survive."

"I will commit suicide." Shu Xingmi's face was calm, and he even smiled slightly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with life or death.

These four words are like throwing four cannonballs in Zhanglin's heart, and the originally restless mood was blown up and messed up.

"But why did you commit suicide for me?" Zhanglin didn't understand, he frowned slightly, his eyes were full of confusion: "Am I such an important person to the teacher...?"

Zhanglin couldn't read Shu Xingmi's eyes any more, and when he looked at him, there was a cloud of sadness like the early spring, which could be shrouded in his heart.

"This question is an homework that the teacher left for you. You can find the answer by reviewing the recordings in the recorder." Shu Xingmi returned the recorder to Zhanglin, with the residual warmth of his fingers still on the pen.

2:46 midnight.

Shu Xingmi hasn't fallen asleep since he lay down, just resting with his eyes closed.

The closer it was to three o'clock in the morning, the more I couldn't control my drowsiness.

It was indeed too warm for the two of them to snuggle together, and Shu Xingmi's consciousness had already begun to relax and dissociate...

Suddenly, the back of Shu Xingmi's left hand seemed to be a little itchy, with a lingering heat, and the touch of delicate skin.

Shu Xingmi opened his eyes, Zhanglin was putting his cheek on the back of his left hand, very close, as if he was seriously smelling something.

This scene made Shu Xingmi's heart soften.

Zhanglin seemed to have noticed Shu Xingmi's gaze. He looked up and saw that he had woken up the teacher. His eyes suddenly became embarrassed, and he explained: "The teacher's hand smells like hand sanitizer, it smells..."

Just as Shu Xingmi was about to say something, he heard a shrill and desperate cry: "Ah!"

It was a woman's cry, coming from far away.

This voice woke up the goosebumps on the two of them, and they lost all sleepiness in an instant. Shu Xingmi pulled out the army thorn under the pillow reflexively, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if the blood in his whole body was rushing backwards.

Zhanglin immediately took out the fruit knife on his body, stood up and looked out the window vigilantly, Shu Xingmi quickly pressed his head down, and whispered: "Don't show your head."

He looked at the map: "It should be in the direction of the forest, maybe someone was killed in the forest."

"It may also be a show." Zhanglin looked into Shu Xingmi's eyes, his eyes seemed to be different from before, more determined and resolute: "The forest is an excellent place to set traps. They made noises, maybe because they wanted to To lure you over, to make you think there is an opportunity. Don't be fooled."

Shu Xingmi looked at the young man in front of him, a little surprised.

Were those words just said by a mildly mentally handicapped person?

It is said that people will perform super-level performance when they are strongly stimulated or faced with extreme situations.

This young man who is not good at analysis, imagination and association, within 1 minute of hearing the scream, analyzed the second possibility like a normal person, and expressed it very clearly.

This rare flash of inspiration, this sudden increase in IQ, was just to protect his safety.