Little follower

When Wen Sheng woke up again, he was startled.

The entire storage room was dark and gray, and the afternoon sunlight through the film glass windows had turned into a blurred and dark night moonlight at some point.

I feel nothing but soreness all over my body. I slept all afternoon and it didn't relieve much. I'm more tired than carrying a big bag all day.

Wen Sheng wiped his face, and rubbed a lot of broken blood foam off his palm.

Depend on.

He supported the wall and stood up, clutching his stomach Xuxu, opened the door and walked out.

Going out and turning left is the stairs on the first floor, surrounded by a dark green light, which looks quite like the tone of a zombie movie.

The source of the lighting is the emergency exit sign on the wall.

Wen Sheng stepped up a step and leaned on the handrail.

He looked at the running stickman on the sign, and felt that it was quite similar to his current posture, so he laughed a few times to entertain himself.

In his previous life, he suffered from severe depression, and his physical condition was extremely poor. His whole mental state was almost at the stage of collapse. Taking medicine basically could not control anything. In order to keep himself alive, he could only learn to have some fun to amuse himself at any time. laugh.

like a lunatic.

Unexpectedly, it still didn't last.

The north wind on the tenth floor is so fucking cold.

According to Wen Sheng's distant and vague memory, the school has basically locked the teaching building at this time, and the gate on the first floor is also closed.If he wanted to go out, he had to find the security man guarding the main entrance, or go to the second floor and look through the windows.

After weighing the pros and cons, he chose to turn over the window, but before that, he wanted to take another look at his class.

On the way, he went to the water room to wash his face, and washed off all the blood that dried on his face, otherwise it would be easy to scare people.There was also some blood on the hair, but there was no pain. After an afternoon, the small cut on the top of the head probably healed itself.

At the end of the third floor is Class [-], a liberal arts class.

Wen Sheng unscrewed the door and walked in.

There are seats for about forty people in the class, and a dozen books are stacked neatly at the corners of each table. New books have already been distributed, and the large kraft paper wrapping the books has been folded several times and placed in the locker.

Wen Sheng took a look around and found that the class was very clean, and the objects and tools in the corners were arranged in an orderly manner. It could be seen that the students on duty were very conscientious.

He walked up to the podium and saw a piece of paper on the podium, which seemed to be a list. He probably used a chalk box to hold it down for fear of being blown away.

Wen Sheng pulled a stool over and sat down, holding the list and looking at it slowly.

This is a seating chart. There are exactly forty people in the class. If you look at it row by row, there are exactly twenty tables.

Gee.

Wen Sheng frowned, and saw the names of several wicked groups on the paper.

There are Liang Wenshu, Zhang Qinghe... but there is no Wang Yang whose butt broke into eight petals, which is quite reassuring.

But...Wen Sheng frowned and stared at the seat map, and tapped the word "Qiao Chen" with his fingertips.

School bully.

The leader of the villain group.

Wen Sheng didn't know why he only thought of these extremely social titles for a moment.

But what surprised him even more was that his deskmate turned out to be this school bully. Wen Sheng couldn't tell what it was like.

Qiao Chen had nothing to do with him in his previous life, but he had heard about a very famous person, a student who had just transferred in the second semester of high school, because he won a big fight with the former school bully Lao Wu and won a big fight. He has become the new boss of Xihua Middle School, but Wen Sheng has never remembered what he looks like, probably because he hid from people in his previous life, and never saw Qiao Chen's face at all.

But... Was Qiao Chen in their class in his last life?

Could it be that the timeline of this life has changed because of my resistance?

so amazing.

Tomorrow is the day Xihua officially starts school, September [-]st.

The wind in early autumn brought some coolness, taking away the last trace of heat in late summer.Wen Sheng originally felt a little hot after sitting in the classroom for a while, but now that the window was open and the wind blew his face, he immediately felt refreshed.

He has to go home now, Wen Yu is still waiting for him.

Wen Sheng turned off the light, stepped on the heater with one foot, climbed up the window frame with both hands, and pushed the screen window up.

Jump down from here to the lawn, walk through two basketball courts and then you will reach the gate.

Wen Sheng leaned out while leaning on the window frame.

It's pretty dark outside now, and two of the six streetlights in a row are broken.Xihua Middle School is also considered a very wealthy school, but the principal and director are very forgetful, so the two street lights have been broken for almost half a year and have not been replaced.

Wen Sheng squatted at the window on the third floor and looked outside. After two glances, the hands clasping the window frame began to tremble a little.

He wasn't afraid of heights before, otherwise he wouldn't have climbed up to the tenth floor and jumped down, but after that jump, his fear of heights seemed to be stimulated alive. Like playing drums.

Too rubbish now.

Wen Sheng looked at it for a while, and then took a deep breath.

Leaping into the darkness.

"Qiao Chen, it's me, Liang Wenshu." The boy's voice could be heard as a vague electric sound from the phone.

"I know," Qiao Chen squatted on the ground and said, with the mobile phone between his ears and shoulders, holding a deer flower towel in his hand, and was lowering his head to wipe a beautiful guitar, "Just say something."

"It's not a big deal." Liang Wenshu sat on the sofa and said softly, "Have you seen all the videos I recorded these few times?"

"I see," Qiao Chen said without any emotion, thought for a while, and expressed his opinion, "It's pretty miserable."

"Actually, he...he is a very good person, very kind. I can't stand Wang Yang bullying him every day, but with my relationship with Wang Yang, I can't say anything." Liang Wenshu sighed He took a deep breath, "I still hope you can help him for me."

Qiao Chen threw the little deer flower on the table with his backhand, stood up with his knees propped up, and fell on the bed with his whole body, his voice sounded a little impatient: "That's the only thing that can't be finished, is Liang Shengren?"

Liang Wenshu was in a good mood today, and he was not angry when he heard this. He said in a good temper: "He saved my brother, so I have to pay him back."

Qiao Chen said bluntly, "Excuse me, is this none of my business?"

Liang Wenshu said, "Are you going to help? It's enough to help once. I don't want to see him being beaten every day."

Qiao Chen said, "Then you should help him yourself."

Liang Wenshu said: "If I had the ability to be a school bully, I would have gone to fight for justice! Do you still use a person who is indifferent to the world like you every day?"

Over there, Qiao Chen didn't say a word for a long time, and Liang Wenshu couldn't help laughing a few times after Liang Wenshu said on the other side of the phone: "Fuck, you're really a saint."

Liang Wenshu's expression softened: "Do you want to help?"

"Help." Qiao Chen said happily, "Er Liang, I'll tell you, I'm just because you blocked me at that time, otherwise I wouldn't have so much kindness waiting to save sentient beings."

Liang Wenshu smiled: "Why don't you read that?"

Qiao Chen said, "I beat you up and threw you to feed that dog Wang Yang."

Liang Wenshu laughed wildly on the phone, without the slightest feeling that he was about to be crippled.

"But I have to make a statement first." Qiao Chen cleared his throat, "Although you have to pay it back when you come out to mess around, there must be a rule."

Liang Wenshu responded, "Say it."

"First, you blocked a sap for me at that time and lay down for three days, so I can only guarantee that the doormat will avoid being beaten for three days. Second, I only help him once. As for when It's up to me to help you." Qiao Chen said quickly, "The last point, after the first time, you can no longer ask me to help him, so don't kidnap me."

"Okay, you have the final say." Liang Wenshu was silent for a while, and readily agreed.

The old street is fairly clean, and the night still has the color of memory. Although it is dilapidated, there is still a very relaxing smell in the air.

Wen Sheng didn't know if this was due to his own psychological effects, but stepping on the familiar street at this moment did make him relax.

Judging from his current age, Wen Yu should be in the first grade of elementary school now. When he was working outside, she would run upstairs to Aunt Liu's house.

Wen Sheng sighed deeply, his eyes were a little sore, his little sister would suffer hardships with his useless brother no matter what life she had, but she was left in this world by his brother after suffering for so long in her previous life superior.

He is really living too useless.

Wen Sheng lowered his head, wiped his eyes quickly, and quickly ran along the path.

The development of many things is beyond the control of human beings. The older generation calls this fate, and it should be like this.

But if it is reversed desperately, there may be a glimmer of life.

When Wen Yu popped out of Aunt Liu's house, even though Wen Sheng was prepared in his heart, when he saw that little face, his heart still shook violently.

Immediately, my heart seemed to be filled with something, and it was sore and painful.

Family love really has infinite comforting and warming power, and it is so hot that it makes people's eyes turn red.

He was a little unfamiliar with the original, and waved to Wen Yu with a smile: "Brother is back, let's go downstairs and go home."

Wen Yu bouncingly rushed towards him and bumped into his arms.

The strength was quite strong, and the wound was hit by hitting him, and the stomach felt like it was exploded, and it hurt all the time.

Dear sister.

Wen Sheng gritted his teeth and turned Wen Yu's head around: "Say goodbye to Auntie."

Said softly, "Goodbye, Auntie."

"Xiaoyu is so good." Aunt Liu smiled at her and gave her a piece of chocolate, but the smile on her face seemed a bit forced.

She looked at Wen Sheng, a little hesitant to speak.

Wen Sheng saw that she wanted to say something: "Is there anything else Aunt Liu wants to do?"

Aunt Liu glanced at Wen Yu tearing off the chocolate wrapping paper, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "That...your father came back this afternoon."

Wen Sheng looked at her in surprise.

Aunt Liu frowned and said, "That smell of alcohol is really... oh...Xiaosheng, why don't you take Xiaoyu and spend the night at Auntie's house first. Auntie is not at ease if you go back like this."

"Thank you, Aunt Liu, but I don't want to bother you anymore." Wen Sheng was stunned, then smiled, and stretched out his hand to grab Wen Yu's head, "I know it well, I won't let others hurt Xiao Yu."

Wen Yu shook, then turned around and hugged him, pressing her face against his stomach through the school uniform.

"That's fine." Aunt Liu didn't force her to stay, she glanced downstairs, "Don't resist if anything happens, you are a child, if something goes wrong, call the police first, and then bring Xiaoyu to find Aunt Liu ?"

"Yes, Aunt Liu, don't worry, go back." Wen Sheng smiled unabated, "Xiaoxuan has to get up early for school tomorrow, let him go to bed early."

Aunt Liu looked at them a little bit worriedly, and then went back with a sigh.

Wen Sheng put his arms around Wen Yu and turned around, intending to go downstairs to go home, but Wen Yu was reluctant to turn his face away, and chose to walk backwards with his arms still around his waist.

Wen Sheng led her down the stairs, Wen Yu jumped one step back, and he went up one step: "What did Xiaoyu eat at Auntie's house today?"

"Duck, dessert, fruit, potato chips, jelly." Wen Yu lifted his little head from his arms and replied, thinking for a while, "There are also chocolate and orange juice."

Mostly snacks.

The little kid is quite edible.

Wen Sheng looked at her: "Are the ducks made by Aunt Liu delicious?"

Wen Yu nodded.

Wen Sheng asked, "Is it better than your brother's cooking?"

Wen Yu nodded without hesitation.

Eyes firm.

Arrogant.

Still very edible.

"Little girl," Wen Sheng smiled, hugging Wen Yu warmly in his heart, "Let's go home with my brother."