Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Whether in the previous life or this life, there are always people who like to seek death and run around in Chi Qinghe's minefield.

He searched the dilapidated house and soon found a suitable weapon.

The sound of the rusty hammer moving on the concrete floor was unusually abrupt.

The young man who was dragging it had a gloomy and cold aura, his eyes obscured by his long hair, making it difficult to discern his emotions. It only felt as if the air around him had dropped several degrees.

Chi Qinghe laughed, and his tyrannical gene trembled faintly!

With a flip of his wrist, he controlled the rusty hammer head and landed it steadily just half a centimeter away from the nose of the man in the vest.

"Let him go."

His words were neither light nor heavy, but they were like a thousand-year-old ice falling into a deep pool. The neighbors stopped trying to stop him, and the flames of the man in the vest were completely extinguished in an instant.

The man in the vest didn't intend to hit anyone, he just wanted to get some revenge.

Since someone was stopping him, of course he kept shouting louder and louder, wishing everyone around him could see him.

He was a typical bully, skinny and not even as tall as Chi Qinghe when he stood up straight. The young man raised the hammer and knocked it on the ground, and his momentum instantly weakened.

He retreated out of the house with trembling legs, fearing that Chi Qinghe would get angry and hit him on the head, causing blood to form.

"Hey, I just said a few words, it's not that serious..."

Perhaps it was because the looks from the people around him were too strange, and his inferiority complex was taking over, so he stammered again.

"Why are young people so hot-tempered these days? You can't say anything to them. They're so pretentious..."

He was responded with a very heavy door slamming and the threatening sound of a hammer hitting the wall.

The man in the vest was frightened and immediately swallowed back the rest of his words and left in shame.

inside the house.

"I worked so hard to get you from that ungrateful father, and gave you food and drink. You can't do this to me!"

"You...don't come over here! I'm your mother!"

This was the first time the middle-aged woman's trick failed. Seeing the hammer moving towards her, she kept backing away.

Chi Qinghe finally found a breakthrough.

Ungrateful dad?

grab?

He has two dads?!

Chi Qinghe slammed the hammer to the ground with a "bang", supported the wooden handle with one hand, and half-bent his body.

"Where does my dad live?"

……

[Ding! 4011 is dedicated to serving you.]

Chi Qinghe's expression didn't change much at the sudden voice that popped up in his mind. [System.]

【I am here. 】

After a period of unspeakable silence, Chi Qinghe couldn't help but say something.

【I want to file a complaint against you.】

How can there be such a useless system in the world!

Someone actually threw something from a high altitude and hit him on the head!

At that time, he was in so much pain that he was confused and vaguely saw a potato chip with hands and feet. He almost thought he was pierced again!

And he even entered a cartoon!

What's even more outrageous is that this useless system lost a large part of the plot on the way here!

All he knew was that this was a melodramatic campus novel world, and the ending of the original owner of this body—

Not only did he become a cripple, but his body was also cut into pieces and fed to crocodiles. It was very tragic.

Other than that, I know nothing!

So now he is poor, blind, and has lost the initiative!

He knows the plot of other people's systems like the back of his hand, has all kinds of buffs stacked up, and looks cute.

He... Never mind... He speaks harshly...

4011 cleared his throat a few times, trying his best to maintain his limited dignity and credibility.

[Host, the situation isn't that bad. I still remember the final mission, don't I?]

Chi Qinghe sneered twice, "What? Do you need me to compliment you?"

What else could this mission be?

He's already in the original owner's body, isn't it just to find out who broke his leg? Who chopped him up?!

[…No need.] 4011 still has to save face. [Host, I can compensate you.]

Before Chi Qinghe could ask what the compensation was, 4011 went offline again without permission!

Chi Qinghe's back teeth were hardened from enduring so much pain.

His steps became heavier.

After coming out of the tube-shaped building, he searched his pockets and the various compartments of his schoolbag and found twelve yuan.

In order to avoid starving to death on the way, I spent seven yuan to order a bowl of vegetable noodles.

When we came out after eating, it was completely dark and the bus was gone.

He could only ask for directions while walking towards the original owner's biological father's house.

From that woman's mouth, he deduced some information about the original owner—

He is dull and stagnant, a soft persimmon who will never talk back no matter how he is beaten or scolded.

I'm currently studying at a provincial key university, and my popularity is probably very poor. It's not ruled out...

I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice the red light coming on.

"Thorn-"

There was a sharp brake sound, and Chi Qinghe's thigh was hit by a black car. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Little classmate, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

The black car driver immediately opened the door and ran over, squatting on the ground and said nervously, "I'll find someone to take you to the hospital."

Chi Qinghe shook his head and it took him three seconds to come back to his senses.

He immediately got up from the ground.

"It's okay, I'm not hurt, no need to go to the hospital. I wasn't paying attention, sorry."

After saying that, he grabbed the strap of his schoolbag a little embarrassedly, bowed slightly to the driver, and turned back to the zebra crossing.

Fortunately, there were few cars on the road at this time and there was no congestion. The driver took another look out of concern and only ran back after seeing that the person was really fine.

As soon as I got in the car, the older, handsome man in the back seat asked.

"Old Zhao, how's the situation?"

The man's voice was very pleasant, with a sense of calmness after a period of laxity. Just listening to it made one's heart beat wildly.

He leaned back on the leather seat and glanced at the boy under the streetlight through the car window.

Old Zhao replied respectfully, "I checked it out, it's nothing serious."

Gong Shimu nodded, withdrew his gaze, and continued to look through the documents in his hand.

He was wearing an off-white silk shirt with two silver buttons undone at the collar. As he moved, one could occasionally catch a glimpse of his collarbone, but what was more eye-catching was the red rope around his neck.

The red string looked old, and had faded to a grayish color, giving it an inexplicably cheap feel that was completely inconsistent with the man's noble and elegant temperament.

The person sitting on his right, who looked even younger, was Gong Huasui, the young master whom Lao Zhao had picked up from the international airport that afternoon.

The country is developing so fast. It is completely different from when he left five years ago. The changes are huge.

He opened his eyes curiously, looked left and right, and his gaze stayed for a long time on a young man with a particularly outstanding temperament on the side of the road.

"Is that his school uniform? A high school uniform?"

Gong Shimu didn't even raise his eyelids, "Yes, Huayang Affiliated High School."

Gong Huasui repeated the four words "Huayang Affiliated Middle School" over and over again, turned his head and stared at Chi Qinghe on the zebra crossing until he could no longer see him, then he looked away.

“I’m going to school there.”

Even though everything had been arranged long ago, Gong Shimu still asked, "Why?"

"School uniforms are nice."

Gong Shimu: “…”