"Why save me? I hate you, I hate you!"

There was an angry roar, and the whole building trembled, and a pair of middle-aged men and women stood at the door of a bedroom at a loss, their reddened eyes already moistened.

The middle-aged woman covered her chest with her hands, desperately suppressing the tearing pain, and looked at the angry teenager in the room with concerned eyes.

The boy burst into tears, slumped in his wheelchair, staring angrily at the two men outside the room, clutching his two empty trouser legs and whimpering.

A sudden car accident left Qi Sibo in a wheelchair, and his parents almost broke the family to bring him back from the ghost gate in order to let the child survive.

However, without his legs, for Qi Sibo, he undoubtedly fell into the abyss of despair, and the grief that life was worse than death made him unable to extricate himself.

Qi Sibo couldn't help but look at the glittering golden trophy on the bookshelf, on which was a small golden soccer ball sculpted, and a line of black block letters was written on the base.

"Congratulations to Qi Sibo for becoming the annual campus football player of the year in Xiangcheng!"

This is the trophy awarded to him by the Xiang Football Association, in the football competition organized by the government, he scored three consecutive championships, can be called a shooting machine, and is known as the next Ronaldo.

The glory of the past, in the present view, is particularly dazzling.

Mom and Dad didn't say anything more, they talked about everything that should be said, and only let Qi Sibo slowly calm down.

They helped each other down the stairs, and Qi Sibo sat in his wheelchair sobbing with empty eyes, which he felt was a nightmare.

Without legs, dreams become stars in the sky, unattainable.

He looked out the window at the birds, and when he heard them chirping happily, his heart was inexplicably irritated.

Thinking that he had fallen from a much-anticipated little star to a cripple who couldn't even take care of himself, he was very angry and smashed a small vase on the table out of the window.

The bird in the tree was startled by the smashed vase, but it was not hurt in the slightest, and the vase rolled off the branch and fell to the ground, and there was an immediate crisp sound of shattering downstairs.

Soon, there was a panicked shouting from downstairs.

"Come on, someone, someone has been hit by something!"

"Who is so immoral and throwing vases, I'm going to kill him!"

“...”

There was a lot of discussion outside the building, and Qi Sibo's angry heart chuckled instantly, could it be that his vase hit someone?

When he heard that someone was coming to trouble him, his heart immediately became uneasy, and the emotion of dying and alive just now disappeared without a trace.

He stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, and hurriedly pushed his wheelchair to the window, quietly looking down from a ledge corner, and down the second floor, a group of people were talking around.

"It's the kid on the second floor, I saw that the vase was thrown from there, it must have been him!" someone shouted angrily as he pointed to Qi Sibo on the windowsill.

Qi Sibo was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that everyone looked at him angrily, he hurriedly retracted his head.

"You can't blame me, he deserves it, who let him go down here!" Qi Sibo said to himself with a gloomy face.

However, this did not stop the anger of the passers-by, who soon came to the door, and he could hear the voices of his parents blocking him downstairs, and the voices of angry questioning.

After a while, a few men and a few aunts rushed into the house arrogantly, and they were all stunned when they saw Qi Sibo sitting in a wheelchair with empty legs.

A flat-headed man scolded with disdain: "Damn, this is still a waste!"

If you feel that you are tired of being alive, then you can jump directly from the upper floor!"

Qi Sibo's scolded face turned pale for a while, and his temper was also provoked: "What are you comparing to there? You kind of come over and kill me! Lao Tzu is about to throw it, what's wrong?"

Qi Sibo stared at the flat head without stage fright, the flat-headed man was furious, pulled up his sleeves and was about to step forward, Qi Sibo's parents were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him.

A dark-skinned big brother in the lead was quite sensible, he helped stop the angry flat head, and said in a deep voice: "Don't do it with a waste person, don't get dirty!"

When Pingtou heard this, he also calmed down, he glanced at Qi Sibo coldly, and said angrily: "You guys wait! We have already called the police, and someone will come over soon."

If something happens to the girl who was hit by the vase, you shit!"

After that, the group of people all glanced at Qi Sibo in the wheelchair in disgust, and left with a stupid flick of their sleeves, and their parents hurriedly followed the group out to see the situation.

Qi Sibo was quite annoyed, and before he could vent his anger, he was immediately kicked on his nose and scolded in the face.

Thinking about it, he turned his wheelchair to the door and slammed it shut, causing the entire door frame to buzz.

After a long time, when the air was quiet, Qi Sibo remembered in vain that the group of people who were looking for fault before said that the vase had smashed a girl.

What kind of girl could it be that the injury is serious?

He felt a trace of guilt in his heart, if he stoned a person who had nothing to do with him like this, then he really deserved to become a waste!

He struggled to turn his wheelchair again to the window and looked downstairs.

On a tree-lined sidewalk, the crowd dispersed considerably, but a few more uniformed police officers were talking to a few eyewitnesses, while Qi Sibo's parents pleaded in low voices.

At this moment, Qi Sibo's inferiority complex overflowed again, he felt that he was now a burden, a wasted person, and a burden to find things for his parents!

He remembered what the flat-headed man who had come to trouble before, and he couldn't help but roll in his throat, his heart was crossed, and he gritted his teeth and climbed onto the windowsill.

Only death is a relief!

Qi Sibo took advantage of everyone's attention, and he jumped off the windowsill without looking at what was going on downstairs.

Puff~

With the sound of fabric tearing, Qi Sibo hung on an air-conditioning iron shelf under the windowsill and swayed back and forth with a blank expression.

When he looked back, he found that his jeans were hooked by the iron frame, and his lower body was a little painful from the tightly lifted pants.

When his parents and others heard the movement, they were all startled when they saw Qi Sibo hanging on it in embarrassment, and they all hurried over to support him.

The people watching the excitement on the side couldn't help but coax: "This fool actually wants to jump off the second floor."

Is this a brain problem, I advise you to send your son to a psychiatric hospital as soon as possible!"

The parents glared at the man angrily, but without speaking, they got Qi Sibo off the air-conditioning rack and hunched him on his father's back.

Eventually, Qi Sibo was sent back to his room, this time strapped to a wheelchair by his parents.

The police fined him and said that he would not be held criminally responsible for the time being.

All the results will be decided by the victim after he wakes up, and he solemnly reminds that there will never be a next time, otherwise he will be forcibly sent to a psychiatric hospital for treatment.

In this way, Qi Sibo was tied up by his parents with a solid and practical rope for a few days, and finally, Qi Sibo's mood gradually stabilized, and they promised not to mess around again, and they let him go.

At this time, Qi Sibo no longer had too many expectations for life, and although the desire to die had faded, he did not have any passion to face life again.

He refuses all contact with friends, does not talk to anyone he knows, and the only thing he does every day is to constantly vent his inner grief and depression on the Internet.

He used to be a good boy, but he began to indulge in online games, and when he controlled the characters and ran around the map, his heart would be particularly happy.

The game is his spiritual sustenance, and it is also a kind of depraved rebirth.

However, while the game soothed his heart, it also turned him into a grumpy troll.

"You're a rotten eyeball! You're hitting the streets! The hearse is drifting at home!"

"Your ashes bibimbap, a dog stuffed with garlic in your nose and eyes!"

“...”

In just one week, Qi Sibo became the king of the Internet industry, and was even regarded as the first brother in the fighting industry.

Qi Sibo also enjoys it, and when he gets tired of playing one game, he will play another game, and he can curse a world in almost every game.

Of course, the game is secondary, and Qi Sibo is most interested in replying to the post in the post bar.

When he sees that he is unhappy, he must spray, and when he sees that he can bully, he naturally adds up to the evil words.

In his opinion, if he is not good, no one in the world can live well!

All this lasted for more than half a month, and Qi Sibo sometimes wondered when the police would take him away, but after so long, he didn't see any movement.

He was very curious, could it be that the person who was smashed had let him go, or had she been smashed into a fool?

When his mother brought food over in the evening, Qi Sibo finally couldn't help but ask about it.

Mom sighed and said, "I heard that the girl disappeared the day after she was sent to the hospital, and we were worried about how much money the other party would have to compensate."

Unexpectedly, she disappeared inexplicably, probably because she didn't want to trouble us, and the police didn't pursue it. ”

Qi Sibo was thoughtful, and when he picked up the bowl and prepared to grill rice, his mother hesitated: "Sibo, will my mother arrange school for you in a few days?"

Qi Sibo said decisively: "Don't go!"

My mother was embarrassed: "You are always at home like this, and if you continue like this every day, you will get depression!"

Qi Sibo impatiently slammed the bowl on the table and said angrily, "Are you finished?"

Mom choked, she had to coax her, and then exited the room.

Going to school, absolutely impossible, I will never go to school again in my life!

Qi Sibo remembered the days when he was at school, when he played soccer well, everyone cheered for him, and the girls would write love letters to him in droves.

But now that they don't have their legs, what will they think of themselves?

A waste person, that's a waste person!

Qi Sibo lost his appetite, and he viciously turned his wheelchair around, continued to search for posts on the web, and then continued to attack everyone inside with his poisonous mouth.

Haha, comfortable, happy!

Qi Sibo saw a report that a celebrity was helping his grandmother cross the road, and immediately left a message, this person is just to win the hot search!

He saw a person because he saw others being bullied, and no one on the side dared to go up and continue to spray!

encountered an Internet celebrity planting vegetables in the farmland, and he scolded angrily for putting on a show, but in fact, he didn't know anything at all!

No one will know who the commenter is, no one knows if he is disabled, and no one can find him.

That's the benefit of the network, Qi Sibo can target anyone with impunity like a normal person without paying any price!

Just as he was getting carried away with his comments, there was a sudden knocking sound on the window, and Qi Sibo didn't care, thinking that it was the reason for the wind outside.

No, the window glass was still pounding, and he looked impatiently.

The window was blocked by the curtains, and nothing could be seen at all, so Qi Sibo had to push his wheelchair over and pull the curtains open.

It was already dark outside the window, and only the lonely street lamps quietly lit the deserted road.

Qi Sibo couldn't see anything, he frowned, looked left and right, and then opened the window, and found that there was no wind outside, and the leaves downstairs did not shake in the slightest.

He was a little confused by the second monk, he had heard a voice just now, why was there no movement?

Qi Sibo listened for a while, and found that there was no sound at all, so he had to pull the curtains back and return to the computer desk again.

Qi Sibo glanced at the computer and found that there were many people in the post bar who were spraying his previous comments, all of them angrily accusing him of being too presumptuous, and why didn't he have the ability to do it.

Qi Sibo disagreed, opened the game, and began to play the nearest alliance, feeling that the alliance was the best place to find a reason to spray people.

Players with a little bit of food will be sprayed by Qi Sibo to doubt their lives.

"Why do you want to talk about people like that?" said a faint voice.

Qi Sibo glanced at it and saw that on the bed next to the computer desk, there was a bright long-haired girl, and her delicate appearance looked quite comfortable.

"Nonsense, how can he grow if he doesn't spray this kind of garbage? This is called spurring! Do you understand?" Qi Sibo smiled subconsciously.

When a man sees a beautiful woman, he will instinctively show his gentlemanly and elegant side, in order to leave a good impression.

The girl was thoughtful, and Qi Sibo continued to play the game, in vain, he felt as if something was wrong, and he looked at the girl to the side in horror.

Oh my God, who is this woman, where did she come from?

Qi Sibo was messy.