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

On one side lies a vague and uncertain future.

On one hand, there's the potential for short-term but extremely profitable wealth.

Ying Long answered without hesitation.

Without hesitation, he threw down his exam admission ticket, jumped onto the red motorcycle, and turned the key.

To Ying Long's surprise.

High-end products are high-end products; they start up ten times faster than those no-name brands.

With just a gentle twist, the motorcycle's engine starts, making it easier to operate than a regular motorcycle.

Before long, Ying Long quietly rode the stolen cool motorcycle into various odd and ends.

They carefully avoided any possible surveillance cameras, fearing that Chen Xiaofen might be found through the surveillance footage later.

The moment he drove his motorcycle out of the steel jungle and into the suburbs.

The bell for the college entrance examination rang on time, and no one was allowed to enter the examination room.

The voice advising Ying Long to turn back suddenly vanished. Only a jumble of thoughts remained in his mind.

He felt a little irritated.

Along with it, Ying Long's already weak sense of morality also disappeared, and there would be no more concepts to bind him.

"Damn, if I had known borrowing things would be this easy, I would have taken more."

Driving on the highway, without the constraints of rules, Ying Long easily accelerated to 150 km/h.

"Too fast! Too fast!"

"This is the kind of motorcycle someone like me should ride!" Ying Long let the fierce wind blow over his body.

"Those cheap cars don't have that much horsepower."

Thinking of this, Ying Long couldn't help but curse, "What kind of junk did I ride before?"

The thrill and extreme excitement brought on by the surge of adrenaline.

Ying Long quickly forgot about the irritability and discomfort.

Freedom, unrestrainedness, and no constraints—this is the life a wanderer like him should live.

He rode his motorcycle at breakneck speed on the highway, the engine roaring so loudly that he became carried away with his pride.

They forgot that the highway is actually the territory of 100-ton trucks.

At a bend in the road, a dump truck suddenly appeared in Ying Long's field of vision.

Yinglong was in the blind spot of the dump truck.

Ying Long, who had little driving experience, felt his heart leap into his throat. Without thinking twice, he scrambled the motorcycle to the side.

The locomotive struck the railing normally, and Ying Long, who was in the driver's seat, was thrown out by the huge impact.

After forming a graceful arc in the air, it tumbled down the cliff.

three days later.

When Bai Ruowei came out of the examination room, Ning Jun gave her a warm hug.

"Congratulations, you're liberated!"

"Ha, none of them are as quick to be liberated as you."

"Has Ying Long bothered you these past few days?"

Ning Jun shrugged. "No, I'm currently looking into the location of the new store. It would be a miracle if he could find me."

"That's strange." Bai Ruowei secretly pulled Ning Jun, "Actually... I have a feeling."

"Oh?"

"That idiot Ying Long is targeting you. He's probably going to affect your exams and ruin your life."

Bai Ruowei and Tian Xinhui had a fairly good relationship. After Ying Yaozu fell from power, she immediately switched back to him.

"But I doubt he'll ever imagine that you've already been recruited and don't even need to take the exam."

"Fortunately, he didn't succeed."

"By the way, it seems he didn't take the exam. People in the same exam room said he didn't even come for the Chinese exam, and he missed all the other subjects. He didn't come to find you, so where did he go?"

Ning Jun looked in the direction Ying Long had fled and smiled.

"I don't know, maybe he died in that little corner."

"Or send a private message to some so-called big blogger and say, 'Hi Jie Jie, I accidentally owed tens of thousands of yuan to a nightclub owner and I don't have the ability to pay it back. What should I do?'"

"Maybe we can capitalize on the momentum and make some easy money; even if it's controversial, it's still a success."

The two burst into laughter, glanced back at No. 15 Middle School, then parted ways and disappeared into the crowd.

Perhaps many more students will go on to top universities in the future. Soon, no one will remember who Tian Xinhui is.

However, the legend of Ying Long and Ying Yaozu will continue to circulate among younger students and teachers as a negative example in teaching.

A bad reputation always spreads more easily than a good one.

of course.

Ning Jun certainly knew where Ying Long was.

At the First People's Hospital, Ying Long, whose entire body was wrapped in bandages, had only his eyes showing.

Compared to when he took the college entrance exam, his legs were severed by a tree, leaving him confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

He suffered multiple fractures throughout his body. Despite all efforts to save him, he was only able to survive.

He may suffer from a variety of long-term consequences.

Ying Long is now summoning Ning Jun's family through the police, simply to get Ning Jun to give him the motorcycle invoice.

He intends to sue the locomotive manufacturer for huge compensation for his losses.

If the lawsuit fails, then sue Chen Xiaofen's family! After all, the motorcycle belongs to their family, and Tian Xinhui has to be responsible for the rest of his life!

He's penniless and unable to work, so even if he's convicted of theft, what difference does it make? He won't be able to extract a single gold coin. But he can still take a huge bite out of the Chen family.

Of course, he didn't tell Ning Jun about these thoughts.

Instead, she looked pitiful and said with tears streaming down her face, "Tian Xinhui, I know we don't get along."

"But your car has caused me so much trouble, please, please help me! I just need your invoice."

"Don't worry! I absolutely won't do anything to hurt you! I'm begging you!"

Even Yinglong's only relative, her maternal grandmother, came.

He was a frail old man.

She knelt down before Ning Jun, trembling, and cried so loudly and heart-wrenchingly that she woke up all the other patients in the room.

Behind her, a large group of reporters were snapping photos.

"Tian, ​​I'm begging you! He's our only son. Saving a life is a great act of kindness. Please help us!"

Ning Jun's expression remained calm, showing little change, and even a hint of mockery.

Grandma steeled her resolve and said, "Tian, ​​you've been admitted to Tsinghua or Peking University. Please help your classmate. I believe that students from Tsinghua and Peking University aren't heartless!"

Upon hearing this, the reporters, like sharks smelling blood, swarmed their microphones towards Ning Jun.

They were chattering away, mainly questioning why Ning Jun hadn't handed over the motorcycle order yet.

Are students at top universities really that cold-blooded?

It almost came to the point where the country was in a state of crisis.

The sweltering heat made me feel cold all over.

Ning Jun looked troubled. "Ying, is this why you called me here?"

"So you're admitting that you stole my car first, then went too far and caused your own car accident?"

The reporters were taken aback.

He then transformed into a fly that had eaten excrement, squeezing the microphone in front of Ying Long.

Ying Long was furious. Why was it so troublesome to get money from Tian Xinhui? Did she have to expose him in front of so many people?

He's a patient! A perfect victim!

Grandma sensed something was wrong and quickly blocked her grandson's path.

"borrow!"

"It's a loan!"

"How can something done by a scholar be considered stealing?"

Grandma Yinglong said without batting an eye.

It wouldn't have mattered if she hadn't said anything, but once she did, it directly confirmed that Ying Long had stolen the motorcycle and gone too far by speeding.

Ying Long remembered that his lower limbs needed to move!

"Isn't that stealing?"

One of the reporters mentioned it.

Ning Jun coughed. "My family only has one motorcycle, worth 568,577."

"Would you like to pay in cash or via WeChat?"

"If you refuse to compensate for the losses, that's fine too. We can go to court and see if the judge will order you to compensate me or order me to compensate you."

Ying Long gritted his teeth; although his face was wrapped in bandages, you could still see the ferocity on it.

"Tian Xinhui, do you know if it was your motorcycle that caused me to lose both my legs and be unable to walk for the rest of my life!"

"Are you even human?" Ning Jun said calmly. "You stole the car, so you have to bear the consequences of your actions. Do you think I can manipulate you into speeding?"

"Your own evil deeds have led to your current predicament. Isn't that perfectly normal?"

Just as Grandma Yinglong was about to cry and scream, she pulled the reporter forward to charge.

"Look at this! This is the true face of students from Tsinghua and Peking Universities! They only know how to talk a good game and have no desire to take responsibility!"

The reporters put away their microphones.

"How come it's a car thief? This isn't what we agreed on."

According to the intelligence received by the reporters.

A top student from Tsinghua or Peking University lent a problematic motorcycle to a classmate, and then the classmate had an accident while riding it.

What if the top students from Tsinghua and Peking Universities refuse to pay compensation?

That'll be fun to watch.

It's inevitable that this will stir up a storm of public opinion and generate a huge amount of online traffic from the opposing forces, which is why they are willing to come with the old woman.

Unexpectedly, it was a thief who stole the car owner's car and then got his just desserts.

Not interesting.

It's only when it's shown on the 8 PM primetime talk show that it might appeal to middle-aged and elderly viewers.

After the group of "reporters" left, the old lady immediately started crying and wailing.

"You're not allowed to leave until you pay! My son Yinglong got into an accident while riding in your car, so you should also bear responsibility! Don't even think about getting away with it."

Ning Jun sighed. "What you want to talk about, talk about it in court."

A month later.

The two met in court. Ying Long was pushed by his grandmother to sit in the plaintiff's seat. Just a second before the trial started, he was still fantasizing about taking a big bite and eating at least a million.

Not surprisingly.

They lost the case.

Ning Jun did not tell Ying Long.

Chen Xiaofen's motorcycle was never stolen. She used it to commute to and from get off work.

Something that never happened.

The evidence is a hundred times more abundant than what Ying Long has on his side.

"Never one of my family's cars has ever been stolen."

“Ying, I know you don’t like me, but there’s no need to fabricate facts out of thin air.”

Ying Long should also compensate Tian Xinhui for emotional distress and reputational damages.

"Whose bike did I ride that day?"

Ying Long was gripped by immense panic.

The subsequent report showed that it was a counterfeit, no-name car that looked very similar, but it was not Chen Xiaofen's car at all.

"Why is this happening?"

Ying Long was gripped by immense panic and stood frozen in place.

After losing the case, the old lady heard that her grandson wanted compensation, so she immediately let go of Yinglong's wheelchair, leaving him where he was, and ran away.

"Grandson, don't blame me."

A government workplace should provide food and have staff to manage it.

"You shouldn't starve to death."

“Your maternal grandmother’s family doesn’t have any extra food left either. I can’t let a grandson who can’t work hold me back.”

Yinglong is unable to move.

Doesn't that mean she has to do everything, from cleaning up after the baby to changing diapers?

Think beautiful!

She's served others for most of her life; it's more like Ying Long should be paying her to serve her.

Anyway, she wasn't close to this grandson.

Grandma Yinglong ran away.

To everyone's surprise, he ran away in the blink of an eye, leaving Ying Long standing there dumbfounded.

At this point, all of Yinglong's relatives who could help him left him.

The last vestige of his aura faded, and he was no longer the protagonist labeled as a prodigal son returning home, but a criminal who repeatedly made mistakes.

The movie is over.

"Why is the plot different from the original one?"

"I also want to see the sweet and beautiful life of the male and female leads and what happens in the future."

"Why is the 'white moonlight' character' getting so much screen time? Shouldn't she be the key moment when the male lead realizes his mistakes? Did they bring in a funding team?"

"Forget it, it's good to be alive, there's not much to worry about with high blood pressure."

"It's pretty boring. A criminal as the protagonist has no redeeming qualities. He causes trouble everywhere, betrays his family and his white moonlight, and is selfish... It's disgusting. Fortunately, there was no prodigal son returning to the right path. Put it away quickly."

The viewers picked up their remotes and switched to the next program.

Ning Jun is kind-hearted.

Yinglong returned to his maternal grandmother's house.

The two villains tormented each other.

"You old hag, everything you eat, spend, and use is an inheritance left to me by my mother!"

The old woman threw Ying Long out of the bare shack. She spat, "Pah! It's only right that your parents gave it to me! Who do you think you are?"

"I brought reporters for you, and you ended up making this old man like me pay Tian Xinhui a huge sum of money!"

"It's ruined my pension."

The two villains tormented each other endlessly.

So, was that motorcycle Chen Xiaofen's?

"of course not."

Ning Jun slowly stepped into the university carrying her luggage.

Breathing in the fresh morning air, she spoke to the Reincarnation Bead after a long while.

"The motorcycle he was riding was my A120."

"My mech can transform into any form, including becoming the core of a motorcycle."

"Isn't it lucky to be riding a groundbreaking product worth over a trillion dollars? It brought a thief's life to its peak."

Every gift from fate comes with a hidden price.

"The moment Ying Long rode away on his bicycle."

Fate has already been handed over to someone else.

"Whether he lives or dies is not up to him."

"He can't get off the bus anymore, and he can't turn back."

"He thought he could control the car's speed, but in reality, A120 was analyzing Ying Long's hormone and emotional changes behind the scenes and using stimulation to control him."

"If he gets off the bus midway, it will stop suddenly, and he will fall flat on his face on the road."

"Once he slows down, his brakes will fail, and then he will encounter the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."

"It would be best if he drove at high speed; the A120 would accelerate to its maximum speed—the fastest way to send him to hell."

"In real life, there aren't that many lucky breaks and coincidences, are there?"

then.

Chen Xiaofen's car remained stationary.

Ying Long experienced hallucinations due to hunger, mistaking other car owners' cars with the keys still in the ignition for Chen Xiaofen's car, and rode away.

Ning Jun put the bunch of keys in her bag, stepped into the campus, and headed to her dormitory.

Is it a hallucination? It may not be real.

Yinglong's legs were severed, his left hand was turned into a puddle of flesh, and his right hand was only half left.

Every day, they are abandoned like trash.

As for Brother Li?

Brother Li's nightclub was raided, but he didn't end up getting a government job.

In an attempt to lessen his punishment, he exposed everyone connected to him, including the group of scoundrels who had forced the original owner of his body in his past life.

If you want to eat the government's food, then eat together.

But by the time they were discovered...

They inhaled unidentified substances, fought each other with knives, and some even committed suicide after being stabbed eight times.

The scene was gruesome, with some victims having their lower bodies completely severed, leaving only the thigh sections – a truly horrifying sight.

Upon opening one of the rooms, they even found Ying Long there; it turned out he had been "sold" here to be used by this group of people for their amusement. He had lost his "innocence."

"Oh."

"Oh, is that so? Why bring him up? You can't expect someone like him to turn over a new leaf, can you?"