Sand Sculptures Are Like God's Help[Transmigration Book]

There was a car accident at the gate of the school. A teenager was lying on the ground, surrounded by a group of students and parents anxiously. Some people grabbed the confused driver to prevent him from leaving, and some kept calling 120.

"Ahem...brother, here is the website where I wrote the article, as well as the author's account number and password, and there are more than 30 manuscript fees in it, ahem!" Su Yechi felt that his field of vision was getting narrower and narrower, and he knew that he would soon Dead, but there was an indifferent smile on his pale face.

Ran Heguang, who was called "Brother" by him, was already blurred by tears. His hands pressed tightly on the wound on the boy's chest, but warm blood continued to flow out.

"Shut up, Su Yechi, your mother, shut up, don't talk!" He who has always spoken softly to his younger brother rarely swears at this time, his tone is full of panic and anxiety, and what is constantly surging in his heart is deep fear .

His younger brother, who was sensible and obedient since he was a child, is about to die!

Su Yechi's light brown eyes were still clear, there was no fear and confusion about facing death, but a warm smile.

No way, anyone who died three times would have no fear of death like him.Su Hob Knife Meat Ye Chi looked at the young man who was rushing to give him emergency treatment, his pale lips parted slightly, a large amount of blood mixed with fragments flowed out from the corner of his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth, and he managed to speak clearly.

"Brother, you are so handsome when you curse. It would be great if you were always so fierce. Listen to me, you take out the money and buy a private house in the western suburbs. After two years, after the demolition there, the family will have money. , take good care of your parents, I will see you again soon." Su Chiye tried his best to stuff the note in Ran Heguang's pocket, and his voice was so low that Ran Heguang brought it to his mouth side to hear.

"Xiaoye wake up, Xiaoye, the ambulance will be here soon!"

......

The entire world is falling, and the colorful color blocks are turned into chaotic light by the sky, and Su Yechi is involved in it.

"It's the same scene every time, can't we change it?" Su Yechi was so dizzy that he closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

When he woke up again, he was lying on a big soft white bed, with a familiar pure white space in front of him. He picked up the white ball at the head of the bed immediately, and pressed the blue button skillfully, and a beautifully bound book appeared in front of him. novel.

"Substitute Love: After the Rebirth of White Moonlight" has been renamed again?" Su Yechi grabbed his hair and was very entangled in his heart. From the title, he could guess that this is a story of dog blood, sadomasochistic love, and entanglement between two generations. .

"Let's take a look at what happened after I died in the last life. I hope that my successors can make life better for the family." He said so, but Su Yechi clearly knew the urgency of this book, no matter how he changed the name It is also a sadomasochism novel, and as the protagonist of this book, how well can his brother live?

Su Yechi, male, died unexpectedly in his first life at the age of 20, and then transmigrated into a book with the system, becoming the unlucky younger brother of the protagonist Ran Heguang who appeared in only three paragraphs in the book and had his own bad luck.

Others wearing the book belt system are all kinds of halo bonuses, and they have a double harvest in career and love.But Su Yechi's system is a small waste that cannot communicate.There are no task reminders, no cheats, and even the red and blue buttons on the body of the system are only understood by Su Yechi after practicing it himself.

He has died twice in the world of the book so far. Judging from the only energy remaining in the system, he still has one chance to be reborn. Not surprisingly, the next time he dies in the book, he will usher in a real life. die.

Su Yechi didn't want to die even if he could live. In order to live longer when he was reborn for the last time, he casually threw the white dumpling of the system on the ground, and the pages of the book were rattled by him.

System: [I have a sentence that my mother sells, it's not worth saying or not! 】

After trying countless times, Su Yechi still couldn't receive the system signal. Bai Tuan was completely disappointed in completing the task of changing the protagonist's fate, so he simply broke the can and directly turned on the Zaan mode.

However, no matter how loudly it scolded, Su Yechi, who was not on the same channel, did not respond to its words, and his eyes were angry with the next plot in the book.

It's a real spark, the orange-red one with an arc.Su Yechi was unaware of this, but the system suddenly understood something after seeing this scene, and rummaged through the database frantically.

After a while, Bai Tuan read the information he had found, and when he looked at Su Yechi again, he felt that this is a super giant Buddha that can only be seen from a distance but not touched, the kind that even its superiors can only worship when they encounter it.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooish?" The novel body, which symbolizes the plot line, was sent to the world of the book together, and it ran to the main system crying.

Su Yechi was seeing that Ran Heguang was imprisoned by the three scumbags after graduation. After learning that his parents had died and failed to take revenge, he fell from the building and was reborn as a third-rate starlet. He was going to use his new identity to approach the three scumbags. He only read half of the article. His body suddenly fell uncontrollably, followed by the familiar transmission channel.

"System, shit!" After saying this, he could only hold the book in his hand tightly, and then his consciousness sank into darkness.

The cheeks were rubbed against the rough cloth, and the breath carried the smell of the quilt being exposed to the sun, and smelled carefully, there was also a milky fragrance.

Su Yechi huddled under the quilt and spent ten seconds submerging himself in the emotion of wanting to yell at the system, and then took out a thumb-sized eraser from his mouth. The original owner died because it stuck his trachea while sleeping.Then he reached into the quilt and fumbled to make sure that the novel had passed through with him.He thought to himself: "Fortunately, the book has followed, otherwise I will bite the system to death next time I see it."

In the dark room, more than 20 small wooden beds with a length of 1.2 meters are neatly arranged, and the fine light shines on the white wall through the gaps in the cotton and linen lattice curtains.

Su Yechi opened his eyes and looked silently at the scene soaked in time. The two- and three-year-old children were lying on wooden beds covered with small quilts from the kindergarten from home, army green, blue and white plaid or small floral cloth, small The quilts are not covered, and the stitching skills of the female elders of various families can be clearly seen from the quilts.

There are still schoolbags hanging on the bedposts. Only a few schoolbags from good families are made of waterproof nylon cloth bought in the mall. This kindergarten is near the steel factory. Most of the children are the children of workers in the factory. Most people's schoolbags are sewn with cloth.

Su Yechi touched the schoolbag hanging on his bedside. It was a smooth nylon schoolbag. This was a gift from Ran’s mother when she met Yuanshen for the first time. A dozen yuan was not too much for a small town with an average salary of around 400. It's not cheap, and now it's convenient for Su Yechi to hide the novel.

Although he is now anxious to read the rest of the novel, he also needs to look at the actual situation.

In 1997, there were very few formal kindergartens, especially in a small third-tier industrial town like L City. The kindergarten where Su Yechi was located was a private house, and the teachers were the husband and wife of this house.Those who go to school here are basically workers in the factory helping children who have no time to supervise at work. The children are not very old, and they can’t teach much knowledge.

The half-hour lunch break ended quickly, and the dean's mother in her 30s woke up the children one by one and coaxed them to spread the quilts on the bed.

"Okay, everyone put your schoolbags on your back, we are going to start class, the first class in the afternoon is art class, are you happy?"

The dean's mother's soft voice did not wake up the drowsy children even if it was intentionally amplified, only a few responses were heard: "Happy~heart~"

Su Yechi pulled the strap of the schoolbag hard to adapt to the heavy schoolbag and did not open his mouth at all.

The male teacher distributed a piece of paper and an oil pastel to each of the children and asked them to draw casually. He sat on the podium and drank tea while dozing off. I couldn't laugh or cry and went to the yard to boil water for the children.

Su Yechi was happy that no one cared about him. This was the third time he had experienced such a scene. Thinking about repeating the experience of kindergarten-elementary school-junior high school-high school, he also had the urge to fall head over heels.

This kind of thought only existed for a moment, and soon Su Yechi cheered up. With the previous two experiences, he now has a guess about the relationship between his own bad luck and the plot, and he is waiting for the experiment to confirm. Living past adulthood can even understand the meaning of the system.

The crayon was thrown aside by him, and Su Yechi took out a pencil from the drawer, preparing to write some plans on paper that only he could understand.

However, as soon as the pen tip landed on the paper, there was only a soft "click".

The pencil lead is broken!

Su Yechi froze for a moment, but he quickly realized what was going on.

Xiao ran to the table at the door, picked up a pencil sharpener and put the pencil in it, fixed it with one hand and stirred the handle vigorously with the other hand, there was a sound of "cracking" and the pencil was sharpened soon.

Su Yechi picked up a pencil and pressed it on the table. Looking at the intact refill, he continued to be vigilant, carefully returned to his seat, and sat down slowly. However, the small wooden pier that was still intact just now suddenly made a "squeak~" There was a long and strange cry, and before Su Yechi could react, the whole chair showed a skewed parallelogram shape.

The chair didn't fall down completely, but Su Yechi fell. His head hit the seat next door, and then the plastic water bottle hanging on the table hit his small and delicate nose.

"Wow!" Su Yechi cried out before he could react. His nose was sore and sore, and his buttocks also felt a dull pain. This kind of experience is something that adults can't help, let alone Now Su Yechi's body is only three years old.

He simply stopped holding back, and cried loudly according to his feeling, while feeling in his heart: "Sure enough, the bad luck is still there."

The teacher helped him up anxiously, the pencil that had just been sharpened happened to roll under Su Yechi's feet, and he fell all over the place immediately, if the teacher hadn't put one hand on the back of his head, he might have seen blood when it hit the corner of the table .

This is not purely unlucky, he would have finished the game if he made a slight mistake in the link, Su Yechi didn't dare to mess around, grabbed the corner of the teacher's clothes with one hand, and whimpered his parents' names and their factory phone number tell the teacher.

The most important thing for him now is to stay quietly by the teacher's side, and the most important thing is to save his own life first.

According to the rules I summed up, my own bad luck is also limited. Under normal circumstances, the closer he is to the people around him, the lower the probability of bad luck happening.

Su Xing sat at his desk and looked anxiously at the layoff notice just issued by the factory. He didn't dare to look at the names on it for a long time, but felt a little uneasy in his heart.He has just been married to Anhua for less than half a year, and it is not easy for his son to have a good mother. The family of four now depend on their own wages to live on. It would be terrible if they lost their jobs.

Just when he was determined to turn over the paper, the phone in the office rang suddenly, and the operator hung up the phone angrily after listening to a few words, and then said loudly: "Su Xing, your son had an accident in the kindergarten, teacher Let you hurry over."