Electric fan, wooden stool, wire bed.

I don't know how long it took, Bian Ye was looking at the peaceful young man on the bed, he was not very handsome, not very tall, but his eyes were still good, he was a little thin, he had no muscles, but he was still athletic. Is this who I am?

Bian Ye only felt a tingling of his scalp, which instantly spread all over his body, and he shivered, and instinctively took a step back.

Is it right? Already dead?

Why did the grass die when it was so good, he didn't do anything, on weekdays, he didn't spend all day drinking, he didn't sing songs every night, he didn't commit suicide, he wasn't killed, he just slept in bed and died? It's too disgraceful, isn't it?

I died when I died, but there are still a pair of adoptive parents at home, who have no relatives to make a living from road cleaning work, not to mention how hard it is, who will support them when they are old in the future? Who will send them to the end? In addition, won't your biological parents never have a chance to meet? Forget it, I don't plan to look for it, because the current adoptive parents are closer to themselves than their own sons!

And one more important point: I'm still a place!

I knew that there would be this day, and I must have started in junior high school, so I would remove the word "place" in front of "male"!

Which blind dog-eyed king of Yama arranged such a death and death period for himself??!!

"It's me."

A dry and dumb answer came faintly, and a sturdy man walked out behind Bian Ye, he was dressed in a crisp royal blue striped suit, stepping on the first layer of cowhide round scalp shoes, just matching a shiny hair, he walked steadily past Bian Ye's side step by step, looked around, with a disgusted expression, and finally took a wooden stool to put his buttocks.

It's another burst of scalp numbness, and the feelings of King Yama have begun to play fashion this year?

Especially the shiny royal blue suit, which is alternative and slim, outlining his tight and strong figure.

"The Korean version of the slim model?" Heno stretched out his hand and pointed to the man's suit and smiled.

The man glanced at himself, shrugged his shoulders, nodded and said, "When you see me, aren't you afraid of me?" ”

Bian Ye snorted coldly and said with a smile: "Lao Tzu was afraid of dogs and snakes when he was a child, but he was never afraid of ghosts, and it may be more comfortable to go down than if I stay on top, I know what you are doing, okay, I don't think it's too early, let's go on the road." ”

The man dusted off his trouser legs, lit a cigarette, and said, "Didn't I send you to death, and besides, you never had to clean your room?" Step on my feet of dust, tsk. ”

Bian Ye is not angry, you are in a suit and looks like a dog, oh no, you are a ghost and a dog, Lao Tzu's family has no money and can't afford to lay the floor, can't it?

The man laughed, pulled off his shirt and stood up, pacing towards the side field, the side field didn't know the details of this person, he just wanted to go back, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all, could this be the legendary ghost press? Yourself stuck?

After a long time, there was still nothing to be done, so he could only resign himself to fate, the man stretched out his pale hand, and his index finger also carried a silver gray ring, which was full of incomprehensible runes, he patted Bian Ye's shoulder, and suddenly his mouth came to Bian Ye's ear.

The man's voice was deliberately low, and he said: "I've been very irritable today, it's just terrible, I'm here to convey the divine will, not to listen to your tongue, if you are disrespectful to me again, and complain so much, I will send you down." ”

The word "go down" was bitten out of the man's mouth, and Bian Ye was still timid after all, and the man's words didn't sound like a joke at all at this time.

"But what do you want me to do? Tell me in general. ”

The man smiled, put his hand on Bian Ye's shoulder, and pushed him out of the door, just when Bian Ye was surprised how he could suddenly move again, the door was pushed open by the man, and the outside was no longer the vegetable garden and the endless fields that could be seen on weekdays, on the contrary, it was a snow-white, snow-white white, which was like a blank piece of paper, on which only a bungalow was painted monotonously, which was very abrupt.

"Am I not dead yet?"

The man didn't rush to answer, he breathed deeply, as if enjoying this magical realm.

"This is in your mind, let's make a long story short, you have been chosen to be a prophet, congratulations, you have won the lottery!" The man applauded playfully, and then said, "However, the Prophet only has a one-minute prohibition, and this cannot be changed, you have to practice this realm by yourself and take on the mission above." ”

Surprise was written on Bian Ye's face as he asked, "Prophet?" Mission? You're not the king of Yama? Or black and white impermanence? Bull head horse noodles? In Bian Ye's mind, what he could think of as a SLR, he said it all in one go.

"I'm a warrior, a warrior from above, I don't know if there are any of those you said, in short, I haven't seen it" The man frowned, his face indifferent.

"And you're an angel? However, shouldn't our Yanhuang Republic be under the care of the Jade Emperor Rulai Buddha? "Bian Ye is full of question marks, I don't know if it's a dream today, so I'll talk about it after asking.

"You said mission, why did you choose me? Are you referring to God by Heaven? Also, what do you want me to do? What is a prophet? ”

The man didn't hold back after all, as soon as he raised his hand, Bian Ye couldn't speak immediately, as if the hot water bottle was plugged and held in his throat, in pain, Bian Ye didn't notice it, just now, a black shadow flashed around the corner of this bungalow, and the speed was very fast, which was also the reason why the man suddenly raised his hand just now.

The man quickly stepped into the snow-white space, looked around vigilantly, as if there was something unusual, sniffed with his nose straight, obviously, found nothing, and walked towards the side.

"You talk more than I think, in this way, there is a person named He Yun in your school, find a way to go to her house, you will know what you are going to do next, if you still have so many questions, I will send you to God, you go and ask him yourself, okay, I'll go."

Bian Ye didn't hold back for a while, stretched out his hand and shouted, "Hey, big brother, then go up and help me thank God!" ”

The man smiled helplessly and said, "The evil omen will come again, your mission, don't let down the heavens." ”

Suddenly, the man vanished, and the space around him began to slowly turn gray.

What a bad omen?! Feed! You haven't told me what the bad omen is!

Heye shouted loudly, and the man was no longer visible, and it was pitch black.

A spirit, Bian Ye stood up abruptly: "What xiong cover?" Where's the xiong cover!! ”

Syllable!

There was a sound of broken chalk in front of him, and Heno saw the real world, and it was a university classroom full of students on the fourth, and everyone's eyes were looking at him in unison, especially the handsome head teacher Fu Qian, whose vicious eyes were famous.

What's amazing is that all the girls in the class were shouted so loudly by the edge of the field, and they all subconsciously glanced at their chests

His scalp was numb, and the whole class burst into laughter

Grass, I'm dreaming! It's good-looking now, and if you don't die, you're going to shed your skin, and the vicious head teacher Fu Qian will never spare himself, and the laughter in this classroom has no intention of stopping, Fu Qian is bound to go crazy.

Bian Ye sat in the penultimate row, this is the favorite position of the boys, generally speaking, in a class of a class, the seats will naturally be divided into two groups, the first one is in the front, those are all girls who are ready to listen carefully, well, it is also possible that the front of the Fu is very handsome, and the other group is all back, that is all the boys who plan to sleep secretly, or smear oil on the soles of their feet halfway.

Zhao Sanbao, who was sitting in the back row, laughed into a hemp ball with his little followers Zhang Si and Wu Yu at the moment.

"Hahaha, Brother Bao, I see that this kid in the border field wants to be in a dream." Zhang Si's expression was already laughing to the point where he couldn't identify himself.

Wu Yu smiled in the ears of the two: "Bacheng is like us, thinking about what color Lin Daitong's cover is, hahaha." ”

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Sanbao slapped him, "Shut your stinky mouth, Lin Daitong can only think about it, you can only think about it, you can't think about it!" However, the two forks of Heno are unlucky, hahaha. ”

On the other side, the head teacher slapped the table in front of him, causing a burst of chalk ash, choking himself twice in a row, the laughter in the class stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes refocused on the head teacher.

"Let you sleep!" With a whoosh, a snow-white piece of chalk flew straight towards the side field, this move was the head teacher's trick, and no one in the class could dodge, because he always took it by surprise and attacked while he was unprepared.

Just when the whole class was waiting for Bian Ye to be "headshot" staged, he subconsciously raised his head, picked up the textbook and blocked it head-on, the movements were precise and perfect and gorgeous, but Bian Ye's own face was full of unbelievable expressions.

"Let you block!" The head teacher thought to himself, when did this kid grow his ability? I was able to dodge my own chalk head! Okay, so throw a chalk head again.

Stomped, and was blocked again.

"Damn, what's the situation!" In the midst of the applause and applause of the boys beside him, Bian Ye looked at his hands in disbelief, oh my God! God!

"Heno!!" Fu Qian was angry, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, he helped his glasses, and the reflected chill was refracted for a while.

"Huh?"

"Don't get in the way!"

"Oh!"

Sou! This time, Fu Qian threw over two chalk heads, no matter how good you are, you can't stop the two chalk heads, if you don't hit you today, what will you rely on to shock this class of students in the future?!

But Bian Ye was completely immersed in puzzlement, he could clearly feel that the two chalk heads were flying, and even the direction and route of the flight of the two chalk heads could be felt in advance, and at the moment when the chalk heads were about to hit him, he suddenly subconsciously turned his body sideways

"Ah!! Not!!! ”

Zhao Sanbao and Zhang Si behind him didn't stop laughing, and the two of them swallowed one piece of chalk at a time, and then the two of them blushed and vomited and the whole class laughed.

"Teacher, you said you wouldn't let it go, you didn't say you wouldn't let it hide." Bian Ye spread his hands and looked innocent.

Fu Qian didn't want to strangle Bian Ye in his heart, but it was a reality that he couldn't hit Bian Ye, so he could only transfer this reality to Zhao Sanbao and the others, so he could be regarded as having hit two little bastards, and he couldn't care so much about who hit him, in short, he couldn't ruin his reputation of wearing Yang in a hundred steps.

"Make you laugh! Go rinse yourself! And you Bianye, you just sleep, because I've given up on you, it's good for you to stand up and make a loud noise, and you talk foul language, where are you putting your mind?! For the next week, you will stand for me, squad leader Lin Daitong, you supervise him for me! Even if you sleep, you can sleep standing for me, otherwise," Fu Qian suddenly ran out of words, thinking to himself, what threatened him?

With an idea, Fu Qian continued: "Otherwise, I will call your parents and ask them to discipline you!" With that, Fu Qian picked up a brand new piece of chalk again and went to class.

Bian Ye sighed, it's definitely not okay to call his parents, it's not that I'm afraid they'll be angry, but I'm afraid they'll be sad, this is also the only reason why the head teacher can threaten himself, but he is very aggrieved in his heart, and it's obviously a bad omen, but now no one believes it even if he explains, in the end, this is still the birdman in the suit in the dream, what mission? What God? It's all bullshit, and Lao Tzu has a big bad luck.

He raised his head to look at Lin Daitong in the front row, she was wearing a refreshing ponytail, and she was talking to the girls in the same seat, could it be herself?

Hey, it's only been less than a month since I was a freshman, and I actually left the impression of this big beauty.

Standing and finishing the last lesson of the day, Bian Ye left the classroom in the admiring eyes of the boys and the contempt of the girls, and saw Lin Daitong in a white dress, holding a book and walking with the two girls, the ponytail swaying from side to side, touching the soul, her well-proportioned and thin white calves step by step, looking slim.

Still want to explain, Bian Ye quickly followed, "Lin Daitong, I had a dream today, I didn't say xiong cover, it was a bad omen, a vicious omen, a good omen, don't get me wrong." ”

The two girls next to him covered their mouths and giggled, but Lin Daitong didn't say a word, holding hands with them, walking, and taking care of themselves.

Bian Ye ran in front of them to block the way, and sighed: "Lin Daitong, what I said is true, even if I imagine it, I will directly imagine it, why bother thinking about it??" After speaking, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the front breasts of the three people, causing the three girls to subconsciously hold the books higher and block the front chests.

Lin Daitong laughed and said: "Classmate Bian Yebian, what are you talking about breasts or what kind of fierceness, what does it have to do with me?" Why explain it to me? Besides, we're not very familiar with each other. ”

After that, he left the side field alone and disappeared into the crowd of handsome guys and beauties.

This institution is called Shangdong University, it is the first private comprehensive university in Shangdong City, because its faculty and school-running facilities are first-class, also known as the most expensive university, Shangdong City has a head and face of the rich people's daughters will basically come in, those who come in have to spend a lot of money to pay tuition, and those who can't get in can also spend more money to come in, they all say that learning is not good-looking, and good-looking learning is not good, according to this, Shangdong University has become an out-and-out handsome guy and beautiful university.