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Jiang Sizhen was twisted and escorted into the car, his cheekbone was punched by his father, black and blue.

His father didn't hold back, or he didn't care what Jiang Sizhen would be beaten up at all.

Jiang's father rubbed his hands, a face that looked particularly old due to long-term alcoholism was now full of flattering smiles.

"My ineffective son, I will trouble you."

Jiang's father glanced at Jiang Sizhen, and a sense of relief flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"It's really bad for him to steal money to play games! Is it okay to go on like this?"

Jiang's father took out a greasy and dirty wallet from his trousers pocket. He opened the wallet, and there was a single hundred-yuan bill in it.

"I have stolen so much, this ghost game is really harmful!" Father Jiang cried to the onlookers with a sad face.

"That's it!"

"This kind of child steals money when they are young, and they don't know what will happen when they grow up!"

"If you ask me, Lao Jiang sent his child to the Internet Addiction Center for his own good..."

"When I grow up, I should thank Lao Jiang."

Jiang Sizhen sat in the bus blankly, and there were a few children his age sitting sporadically in the spacious bus.

He couldn't hear the accusations and criticisms of those people standing on the moral high ground outside the car window, and he couldn't hear the sharp shouting and cursing in the car.

Everything seems to be moving away from him.He was slowly losing weight, and the invitation from the KW youth training manager in his mind was distorted and deformed in a piece of gray mud. In the middle of it, he saw his father's ugly face and the bright yellow vest that symbolized the trainer of the "Internet Addiction Rehabilitation Center".

"Let me just say, my old Jiang wouldn't steal money to buy wine." His stepmother put her hips on her hips, looking smug like a big rooster. Steal to play the game!"

The crowd of onlookers agreed one after another, and followed his stepmother to scold him for being an Internet addict who didn't learn well.

The bus starts slowly.

This is a very weird car, with tight iron railings on the outside of the window glass, as if to prevent someone from jumping out of the window.

A thin and haggard boy sitting across from him suddenly reached out to snap the window glass, the window was welded shut, his fingernail was broken off, and a small flower of blood spattered out.

The color of the blood hurt Jiang Sizhen's eyes.The world in front of me is no longer as chaotic as a whirlpool, but slowly regains its original color.

The sharp cry went straight to the eardrums.

The boy on the opposite side was subdued by two trainers in bright yellow vests, and his face was pressed to the ground by his knees.

"It's all good, this is the end of disobedience and delusional escape!"

One of the trainers said in a deep voice to them, and then the other trainer took out a black stick|stick|thing from the seat.

Jiang Sizhen's pupils suddenly dilated, and his whole body trembled slightly.

He knows what it is!

This is an electric shock baton!

His junior high school guard uncle often carries such an electric shock baton on patrol, he will not admit it!

He was terrified, thirteen or fourteen year olds had never experienced such a horrible thing.

The subdued boy only had time to let out a hoarse scream, and then he withered on the ground like a puddle of soft mud. The trainer let go of his knees, and the boy was discarded like garbage.

"Let's take care of everything!" The trainer straightened up and glanced at them coldly, "Since you have come to our Internet Addiction Rehabilitation Center, you must have the consciousness of being a student!"

"Here, you are not allowed to touch any electronic products. If anyone violates it, you will go to classroom A-3 for a day trip."

"Believe me, that won't be a good memory." The trainer smiled half a smile.

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In the Internet addiction recovery center, there is no radio, no music, and similarly, there is no possibility of games.

Not all entertainment here.

Some are just "Zhihuzhe".

Here I don't study mathematics, physics and chemistry, but only learn "respecting parents" and "respecting teachers and respecting morality".

Teacher Jiang Sizhen is a young and eccentric person. He looks like he is only in his twenties, and he has the sharpness of a sword coming out of its sheath.

Jiang Sizhen was wearing the uniform school uniform issued by the Internet Addiction Rehabilitation Center. The boys and girls here all had crew cuts. Jiang Sizhen saw that everything was dusty, without a trace of vivid color.

Song Chunan counted the children one by one and numbered the children assigned to him.

"194, 195...196, you are 196, remember?" Song Chunan looked very peaceful, he was wearing a long warm coffee-colored woolen coat, which was almost non-aggressive in this Internet addiction rehabilitation center unique color.

"Hmm..." Jiang Sizhen responded.

"Wrong." Song Chunan rolled up his sleeves, showing his bony hands, and he smiled at Jiang Sizhen, which could be called a gentle smile.

Jiang Sizhen nodded in a daze, but was brought back to his senses by a sharp and unbearable sting.

Song Chunan was still laughing, he flicked his wrist, he just slapped Jiang Sizhen on his swollen cheekbones, the pain was excruciating.

"You should answer me, 'Got it, Mr. Song'."

"Although I have a good temper and am easy to talk, we can't let go of the rules we should have."

To a certain extent, Teacher Song can indeed be called a "conscientious" good teacher. He taught Jiang Sizhen the rules very patiently, teaching them one by one and buckling them bit by bit.

A week later, Jiang Sizhen was so thin that he lost his appearance.On his pale and haggard face, only his eyes were dark, and his eyes seemed even bigger at this moment, revealing a doll-like lifelessness.

He fetched water to take a bath in the dormitory. The wound on his face was not treated effectively, and healed very slowly. Fortunately, J City is cold all year round. Otherwise, if the weather is hot, the wound on his face may rot and ooze pus.

The dormitory is a big bunk for twelve people, almost people are next to each other, and there is no place to stay.

Jiang Sizhen laboriously cleaned the wounds on his face and body.In just one week, he felt that he was no longer himself.

Jiang Sizhen in the Internet Addiction Rehabilitation Center is just a walking dead without thinking.

The roommates are usually very silent, and usually there is no communication.

But today there was a roommate who was very excited. Jiang Sizhen didn't know his name, only that he came a week earlier than himself, and his code name was 172.

172 said: "Today is my birthday!"

The excitement was hard to hide in his tone.

No wonder he was so excited. In the Internet Addiction Rehab Center, birthdays and Chinese New Year are the only opportunities to go home.

Yes, he still has a chance to go home!Jiang Sizhen's silent heart suddenly became active. He didn't know why his father sent him here, but if he had the ability to give him enough benefits, leaving this place would not be a problem.

At this time, Jiang Sizhen was still naive.

Innocent is a beautiful adjective, but not to Jiang Sizhen.

[The author has something to say: the memory chapter will end soon]

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