Quick Wear: Let go of the desire to help others and respect the burial of the insane.

"Bang bang bang-"

Late at night.

While Ying Long was still fast asleep and deep in his dreams, an uncoordinated knocking sounded suddenly.

The sound grew increasingly urgent and extremely loud, and the motion-activated lights in the corridor never went out.

It sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.

"Bang bang bang-"

The dust on the wooden door of the rented room was shaken off. This also disturbed Yinglong's sweet dream.

Tonight was the sweetest night he had ever slept. In his dream, Tian Xinhui put aside her pride and arrogance and was almost completely obedient to him. Whatever he said, Tian Xinhui did.

The younger brothers all asked Ying Long how he managed to make Tian Xueba cling to him like he was under a spell.

Ying Long laughed and said, "Of course it's because of my personal charm. A girl like that would be a piece of cake for you, wouldn't it?"

“As long as I beckon, Tian Xinhui will immediately come over with a fawning smile.”

Ying Long beckoned, and Tian Xinhui immediately put down her exercises and came over. "See, that's how much personal charm I have."

"Tian Xinhui, pour me a glass of boiled water."

“Okay, my dear boyfriend.” Tian Xinhui smiled.

Ying Long frowned slightly. "Did I give you permission to reveal our identities? You called me 'Classmate Ying' at school!"

Honestly, he has so many female admirers at school. If it weren't for her good grades, Tian Xinhui would only be a backup option among backup options, and she wouldn't be qualified to be his girlfriend at all.

"Okay, Ying."

"The boiling water is here."

Suddenly, his girlfriend, Tian Xinhui, split her lips upwards, revealing a ferocious and twisted smile on her face.

She carried a large basin of scalding hot sugar and oil mixture and poured it hard onto Ying Long's fairly handsome face.

"what--"

The temperature was high enough to scald a pig to death. Ying Long screamed in agony, and then his skin burst open, with a searing pain sweeping through all his nerves.

"Water—water!"

Sudden.

A cool breeze blew across the sky, bringing a drop in temperature to Yinglong.

But the strange, cold wind grew stronger and stronger, even lifting him up in one go and slapping him hard across the face.

???

Did he eat mushrooms to have such a bizarre dream?

The gust of wind saw that he still hadn't woken up from his dream.

One slapped the left, the other the right, and both faces were slapped away hard.

He got more and more anxious as he hit him, and hit him harder and harder, almost beating him to death.

Ying Long was furious. How could God be so unfair? It was Tian Xinhui who threw boiling water at him, so why was God only punishing him?!

"Ying Long! Stop pretending to be asleep!"

I know you're not dead!

The heavens seemed to have an unusually strong accent, and it started to rain, but the rain smelled foul and fishy.

wrong!

Why would he have such a strange dream? Ying Long woke up with a start, his whole body aching.

The moment he opened his eyes, Brother Li's orange nose, covered in blackheads, assaulted his visual senses.

"Ah—ghost!"

Ying Long was so startled that he almost jumped off the bed.

"roll!"

The man slapped Ying Long hard again.

"Boss, this kid has found out everything."

"His family members are all in jail for embezzlement, and now he's just a poor student!"

You dare to lie to me!

The leader slapped Ying Long twice more, making him see stars, and it took him a while to regain his focus.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the person who hit him was none other than Brother Li, whom he owed 48,000 yuan!

“Brother Li…” Ying Long swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly, “You… how did you get here?”

Shouldn't he be causing trouble at Tian Xinhui's shop? "Didn't my bitch girlfriend give you enough money?"

That shouldn't be the case. He sees at least a hundred people dining at Tian Xinhui's shop every day. She must be making over ten thousand yuan a day, right?

"hehe."

Brother Li, wielding a stick, struck Ying Long's leg hard. "If I hadn't gone, I would have almost been fooled by you."

"You've found us a crazy woman!"

“That crazy woman injured several of my brothers in one go! My brothers were driving to the hospital for treatment when their tires blew out, they lost control, crashed into a tree, and all of them died.”

"Even I had half my arm broken in the crash."

Brother Li stared intently at Ying Long's face, wishing he could devour him alive right now.

"If it weren't for you—"

"I won't mess with that madman! Nor will I lose half my hand or my brother!"

When a group of people are picky about food.

He's not very tall, and doesn't seem very strong.

The so-called "girlfriend" of Ying Long practically teleported to Li Ge's side, raised her foot, and kicked Li Ge five meters away in one breath!

That was close; I almost kicked him off the line.

The remaining henchmen sought revenge, but one had three front teeth knocked out, one arm was dislocated, and another was even knocked down and crippled on the spot.

This all happened in just three minutes!

Before anyone could react, they had already lost 80% of their fighting strength.

Unfortunately, there was still a powerful weapon over there that they hadn't used.

Oil pan.

Just a tiny splash can destroy a part of a body's organs.

Seeing that things had developed in a way that was completely unexpected, Brother Li hurriedly ran to his car, fearing that he would be beaten again by a madman with superhuman strength and extraordinary power.

**of!

Ying Long, that idiot, didn't say that Tian Xinhui was a violent maniac who hits people without thinking!

Even if they told them, they wouldn't dare provoke such a master who could kill without leaving a trace.

That leaves only one possibility.

They probably wanted the two sides to fight, so the third party could benefit. They wanted him to clash with a master, preferably to die together.

To have such a cruel heart at such a young age, how ruthless!

Unfortunately, Ying Long miscalculated. His brother Li might not be good at anything else, but he was a master at running away.

But fate always likes to play tricks on Brother Li.

Having just escaped the violent maniac, his van suffered a sudden tire blowout while traveling at high speed, causing the car to lose speed and crash headfirst into a tree.

The younger brother sitting in the front row died tragically, as half of his hand was suddenly severed outside the window.

It caused him unbearable pain.

All of this is because of Ying Long! If it weren't for Ying Long, this tragedy this evening would never have happened.

And he absolutely cannot report it to the authorities!

"You owe my brother three lives! And you still owe me half a hand!" Brother Li's eyes were bloodshot; he no longer cared how much money Ying Long owed him.

Defaulting on debts is only the least serious of his offenses.

Ying Long, looking completely bewildered: ? ? ? He didn't understand why Brother Li would blame him for all these mistakes.

But at this point, right or wrong is no longer important.

Without any background, Ying Long was in a weaker position.

If I can't beat the strong, can't I at least bully the weak?

People instinctively find enough reasons to support the strong and ignore their existence in the matter.

"Pooh!"

"I'll beat you up! It's all because of you that I've had such bad luck and made a new enemy!"

Ying Long was dragged into the van and headed towards that not-so-gentle night.

Ying Long didn't come to class.

I heard he was beaten so badly he was hospitalized and couldn't continue his studies.

My uncle, Ying Yaozu, was arrested for accepting bribes exceeding one million and was forced to work on a sewing machine.

The principal's grandfather and his extended family have been either suspended from their duties or are under investigation.

Just ask.

He made a small fortune of tens of millions by taking advantage of his position.

The students suffer, but the principal reaps the benefits.

Ultimately, they also faced the fate of ending up working as sewing machines and earning a living for the government.

The school returned to its usual tranquility, and the food even tasted better.

Once Chen Xiaofen's business stabilized, Ning Jun returned to her original class to continue her studies.

It's as if Ying Long, this transfer student, hasn't even been here yet.

Senior year of high school is still the same senior year of high school. The oppressive and stressful atmosphere makes it hard to breathe, but without those annoying flies, it's still quite fulfilling.

Occasionally, someone would mention Ying Long.

But the news is often mostly negative.

"He probably owes money to some nightclub again and isn't paying it back."

"Are they still on the run?"

"I heard he owes the triads 100,000! Nobody can protect him."

"Serves him right. He still owes me 25 yuan and 5 mao. I don't know when I'll be able to see him again."

The transfer student, who was once shrouded in mystery, gradually became the subject of laughter among the students after meals.

Ying Long has almost been forgotten by his classmates.

Only by standing center stage and performing with all one's might can the protagonist avoid being forgotten.

But now, his aura is almost fading.

"Hey, you know, I used to think he was pretty handsome and mysterious, and I had a strangely high liking for him, I don't know why."

"That's because he spread rumors that the academic genius is his girlfriend."

The girl said.

"Leave aside that mouth that spreads rumors, leave aside his background, and see what kind of person he really is inside?"

"Just one word: filthy!"

Time flies, and three months have passed quickly.

Chen Xiaofen deliberately closed her shop for three days and used the money she had saved to buy a red motorcycle to take her to the exam.

Arrived at the entrance of the school examination center.

As soon as I stepped onto the asphalt road, I saw a furtive figure.

When I saw Ying Long again.

He looked quite disheveled, his body had become noticeably thinner, and his right hand was wrapped in thick bandages, as if half of his hand had disappeared.

The once-powerful school bully has lost his aura and now resembles a laughable, stray dog.

The bags under my eyes have become more pronounced, my dark circles are obvious, and my lips are incredibly pale.

He curled up, trying his best not to reveal that he was lame in public.

She walks with a limp and is extremely concerned about how others perceive her.

When his former classmate passed by, Ying Long hurriedly dodged, covering his face with his hands, afraid that the other person would recognize him.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that his eyes are still like those of a fly.

It kept looking around, as if searching for something, eager to lie down and take a deep breath.

He lay in wait in the corner for a long time.

Finally, Chen Xiaofen and her daughter got off the bus.

The protagonist appears.

Ying Long's pupils contracted. The red exterior of the motorcycle Chen Xiaofen was riding gleamed in the sunlight, making it impossible for him to look away.

This is a genuine limited edition; the manufacturer only produced a little over two hundred units, and only the rich second generation can afford to own one.

If Ying Yaozu hadn't fallen from power, even if he had saved up enough pocket money, he wouldn't have been eligible to buy it.

When he was the school bully, he desperately wanted a motorcycle like that.

He strode forward.

"Xinhui! Xinhui! Look at me!"

But the person who got off the bus was not Tian Xinhui, but one of the people he hated the most back then—Bai Ruowei.

When Uncle Yinglong first came to the class, he took advantage of the long break when no one was around and secretly took all the students' desks.

Bai Ruowei was caught hiding a cell phone. In front of all her classmates, Ying Yaozu grabbed her hair and slapped her three times. He then ordered Bai Ruowei to stand in the corner all day and make a self-criticism under the national flag.

This is how they establish their authority.

It almost triggered Bai Ruowei's illness.

Ying Yaozu refused to admit his mistake, believing that it was Bai Ruowei's failure to explain beforehand that caused the problem.

Bai Ruowei's family was so angry that they arranged for her to transfer to another school.

But when the same thing happened to Ying Long, Ying Yaozu was given a lenient punishment, with no consequences whatsoever.

This infuriated Bai Ruowei.

"Oh, isn't this Ying Long?"

Bai Ruowei sneered, "Without your bunch of scumbag relatives backing you up, you've fallen into this state in just a few months?"

Upon seeing Bai Ruowei, Ying Long instinctively covered his face.

"Tsk, so you do know you're ugly?"

"You! How could it be you! Bai Ruowei! Where is Tian Xinhui?!" Ying Long was terrified. His only purpose in coming to the examination hall was to see Tian Xinhui.

“Of course I know where she went—” Bai Ruowei paused for a moment.

"But are you worthy? Look in the mirror! You're utterly unworthy!"

"You! Bai Ruowei! Don't be so arrogant!" Ying Long used his left hand, which was holding the admission ticket, to tear the paper to shreds.

Bai Ruowei glanced down and said, "Oh, you don't have your right hand anymore. You must have mastered your left hand to perfection, right?"

"Don't end up not finishing your essay. I remember you were once our homeroom teacher's proudest role model. You beat me to a pulp, but you were the only one who got away with it."

"I suppose you, Ying, a good student, are very confident about getting into Tsinghua or Peking University?"

"You!" Ying Long's eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Even though this isn't a fantasy world, why does everyone who sees him feel the urge to mock him?

He raised his hand, about to slap Bai Ruowei.

Bai Ruowei didn't even need to dodge; she kicked Ying Long squarely in the chest. "Get lost, loser! Your uncle slapped me back then, this is me returning the favor!"

Ying Long fell to the ground in a disheveled state.

He had chosen a very secluded spot; nobody was paying attention. By the time he got up, Bai Ruowei and Chen Xiaofen were already far away.

Only the red-painted motorcycle remained, gleaming in the sunlight.

and.....

Upon closer inspection, Ying Long realized that Chen Xiaofen had forgotten something quite important: the key to the motorcycle was still in the ignition! The engine was still warm.

He swallowed.

There weren't many people here; most of the parents who were seeing their children off to the exam were gathered at the school gate, and no one would notice what was happening in a small corner.

This is... a motorcycle worth over 500,000 yuan, a brand-name product. If he can sneak away and avoid the surveillance cameras...

Fortunately, there are several old, un-surveilled alleys nearby!

Once he manages to sneak out of the city and sell the goods, finding them again will be incredibly difficult!

Greed drove Yinglong.

A voice in his head told him not to do that. What he should be doing now is focusing on the exam.

At the very least, you should get a high school diploma.

Another voice told him that even if he took the exam, he wouldn't be able to get into a specialized program, so why bother?

Why not just steal Tian Xinhui's car? At least you can sell it for tens of thousands and live comfortably for a while.

After taking the exam, I still have to go south to take the train to Shenzhen to work in an electronics factory!