Wen Liang is a sophomore, as his name suggests, he is gentle and kind, and has a pair of beautiful eyes, but the caution and uneasiness in his eyes somewhat destroy this beauty.

Wen Liang has severe paranoia of persecution and is extremely insecure.

What is extremely normal in the eyes of ordinary people, in the eyes of gentleness, hides murderous intentions everywhere.

When a sedan approaches, he can't help but wonder if the car will suddenly lose control and hit him.

When walking on the overpass, he would be afraid that the overpass would suddenly collapse.

When taking the elevator, he will be afraid that the elevator will fall suddenly.

He couldn't see a carpenter working on a lathe, and he always fantasized that the carpenter's fingers were cut off.

He didn't dare to stand on a tall building and look down, otherwise he would have an urge to jump down.

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The formation of this pathological personality may have something to do with his previous experiences.

He had witnessed his mother being hit and killed by a car, which caused him to be afraid to ride in the car for a long time.

His father was an alcoholic, beating him every time he was drunk and locked up in a dark room, so he was afraid of claustrophobic spaces, but he loved the dark.

At school, he was the one who was bullied, but he never fought back.

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The nightmare experience did not make him lose his love of life, and he always believed that living in this world was a beautiful thing.

I don't know when he fell in love with reading comics, especially those with superheroes.

Unlike other people of the same age who love to read comics, Wen Liang likes superheroes not to save the world, but to have a sense of security.

He does not envy the powerful power and special abilities of superheroes, but longs for a physique that they will not get sick, are not afraid of injury, and are always full of vitality.

He always secretly fantasized that it would be nice if I had the same physique as theirs, so that I wouldn't be afraid of being hit by a car, not afraid of falling off an overpass, not afraid of taking an elevator.

If you are bullied again in the future, you are not afraid of pain, just let them beat you.

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This is the gentle heroic dream, not great, and even a little sad to hear.

However, the reality is always so cruel.

Wen Liang, who was walking cautiously against the wall, was blocked by three gangsters with mixed hair dyed.

"Yo, little Liangzi, long time no see. ”

The eldest of the three, the green hair, was holding a cigarette, wearing cropped pants, stepping on flip-flops, and tattooing his bare arm.

He hugged Wen Liang and looked very intimate.

Wen Liang can be said to be "old friends" with these three gangsters, and every time he is blocked on his way from school, the purpose is obvious, to ask for money.

During the summer vacation, Wen Liang went to work as a tutor, but the three gangsters couldn't find him, but they found him again on the first day of school.

Wen Liang knew that the other party was asking him for money, so he took out fifty yuan from his pocket and handed it out.

"Xiao Liangzi, it's only fifty? Do you want food as a brother?"

"That's all. Wen Liang lowered his head, although he was afraid, he was not panicked, and his speech was gentle and calm.

"Little Liangzi, isn't it bad to see you for a month? Your scholarship is not money!" said the green hair threateningly.

Wen Liang didn't quibble, the other party obviously knew that he had won the scholarship, and said lightly: "The scholarship has paid the tuition." ”

"I'm ......," Green Fur exploded and yelled, "Search for Lao Tzu." ”

The other two instantly surrounded Wen Liang, one of whom snatched his schoolbag, and the other pressed him against the wall and began to search him.

"Boss, there's nothing, just a few broken books. ”

Blue Fur turned the gentle schoolbag upside down, and a few books fell out of it.

"Xiao Liangzi, it seems that you are really not well-behaved, you have the money to buy comic books, but you don't have the money to buy a pack of cigarettes for your brother?"

Green Fur picked up a comic book from the ground and flipped through it randomly.

"Heh, superman? What, little Liangzi, you want to become a superman and then beat my brother? I see that your kid hasn't beaten for a month, and he's fat. ”

After speaking, he kicked Wen Liang to the ground, threw the book on his head, and shouted viciously: "Beat Lao Tzu." ”

Bang bang bang.

Three thugs, you punch me and kick Wen Liang's body.

Wen Liang held his head in one hand and the comic book in the other, and his body curled up together, not moving or shouting.

"Boy, you listen to me, if you don't have two hundred yuan tomorrow, Lao Tzu will strip you naked and throw you on the street, do you hear!"

Bah!

"Damn, my feet hurt, let's go!"

The three thugs swaggered away with cigarettes in their mouths.

Wen Liang slowly stood up, patted the soil on his body, and put away the books on the ground and put them in his school bag.

Seeing that the comic book in his hand was not damaged, he laughed, and at that moment, the boy was both distressed and admired.

Wen Liang lives in an urban village half an hour's walk from the school.

The school assigned him a dormitory, a standard four-person room, but he was gentle and liked to be quiet, and after watching a lot of college student homicides, he resolutely moved out.

He lives in a single room on the rooftop, with a rent of 300 yuan a month, no air conditioning, no hot water.

The conditions are difficult, but Wen Liang likes it.

Every night, he would lie on the rooftop, count the stars in the sky, and sometimes fall asleep after counting.

It was already seven o'clock when I got home, and it was dark.

Dinner was very simple egg boiled noodles, and it took a total of 15 minutes to cook rice and eat.

After taking a cold shower, making sure that the doors, windows, and doors of the room were closed, and blocking them with tables and chairs, he began to prepare for tomorrow's homework.

The gentle life is so simple, basically repeating the same content every day.

It's just that today, Wen Liang was a little excited.

After previewing the textbook, Wen Liang sat cross-legged on the ground, leaned against the wall, and opened the comic book.

The title of the book, "Superman", was picked up today at a stall selling used books on the road, and the author is called "Three Absolute Old Men".

The protagonist of the comic is a bald head, and one day he met an old man called "Three Absolute Old Men" and gave him a book called "Three Absolute Divine Skills".

After the protagonist has cultivated the "Three Absolute Divine Skills", he has absolute strength, absolute defense, and absolute speed, and has become invincible since then.

Wen Liang looked at the cartoon silently, with envy in his gentle eyes.

It would be nice if I could also meet the three peerless old men, Wen Liang thought to himself.

When it was eleven o'clock, Wen Liang closed the comic book and prepared for bed.

If only I could have absolute defense like him, even without hair.

Wen Liang cares a lot about hair, because hair gives him a sense of security.

In this way, Wen Liang slowly fell asleep.

He had a dream, in which he dreamed of an old man, who claimed to be an old man with three uniques, and gave him a book called "Three Absolute Divine Skills".

Wen Liang smiled in his sleep, even if he was a hero who was not afraid of pain in his dreams.

Star-studded, a sudden light lit up in the dark room.

The light came from gentleness, flickering and brightening, and finally concentrated on one point.

With a buzz, a bright ...... appeared in the darkness Bareheaded.