Song De walked among the group of students who had crouched down on the stumb, and the students all made way for him as he approached, looking up at him with fear in their eyes.

Song De enjoys this kind of self-contemplation of others and the look of others to himself.

He felt that this was what he deserved, how long had he not experienced this kind of looking up, when did it seem to be?

Oh, by the way, I started by transferring to this school a year ago.

Everyone in this school is not much different from him in terms of family background, some parents are famous scholars, some parents are entrepreneurs or other figures, even if their family background is the most prominent in this group of people, but no one pays attention, they are very naïve and pure, everyone is a little white flower that has not been polluted in any way, they don't understand money or power, they just think that everyone is auspicious.

This surprised him at the time, feeling like a drop of sewage mixed into the clear stream, a drop of sewage that can destroy the whole money and clear stream.

The children here only look at the ethereal results, as if they could represent everything.

At least Song De himself couldn't see that his father, who was almost fifty years old, the father who barely passed middle school, the father who was full of old age and had a bare stomach of nearly 200 pounds, was because he had power and power, so now he might have a groping hand on a certain Internet celebrity at a certain drinking party, and then he might be planning to go to a certain hotel after the drinking party is over.

Song De was very speechless about these purities, but he still expected the same kind of gaze that others looked up to him or flattered him like before, so he chose a goal, someone who could continue to enjoy that goal after he had defeated that goal.

That target is called Yang Chen, he is very good, no matter what he does, or as long as he wants to do something, that thing will become perfect. So it's a great goal, a goal that you can get back to that feeling of looking up once you're successful.

But he failed, he was defeated, and he did everything he could to provoke the seemingly slack-off boy, just to make him compete with himself, even if it was in the grades he didn't face seriously.

The one named Yang Chen won in him, but he still didn't have any reaction, as if he just ate a meal that was not very satisfying.

This lack of reaction is not contempt or anything else, just three words - don't care.

This made Song De feel insulted at that time, and he felt that he punched the cotton with all his strength, and the cotton also gave him a head-on crit while rebounding heavily, and the cotton was still the cotton in the end, and he continued to do whatever he wanted, and he didn't care about that punch at all.

Song De felt this kind of insult, but he had no choice, no matter how he provoked Yang Chen again, Yang Chen was still the same as that time, ignoring him most of the time, as long as he planned to do something, he would let himself taste unparalleled frustration. Until one day, an opportunity arose to change that.

Three people came to him, three men in Taoist robes, and one of them was holding a strange statue.

"Do you want to change that, do you want to change that feeling of being suppressed?"

The statue spoke, and that was the first thing he said. The strange situation at that time made Song De feel the boundless cold, even if it was one day in July.

At that time, even the sunlight outside the window could almost turn the pavement of the street into a pan where you could fry eggs, but it could not hide the fear in his heart at that time.

The eerie statue stunned him as he finished talking about the memories he didn't want to talk about throughout the semester that he didn't want to recall.

The statue then began to lecture him, telling him many things he had never thought of before, such as the fact that the tree now grows intoxicating fruit from death to life.

Song De felt that the result he had promised was very good, just like now, walking among this group of people who most of them did not dare to face him, and there was a group of gun-wielding thugs behind him to escort him, even if there were people who disturbed him, it didn't matter, Song De believed that the strength of the transformation realm in his body could keep him.

Song De's eyes were rolling, he was looking for Yang Chen, he wanted to see the panic and surprise in the eyes of the person who had defeated him.

"He's probably stupefied by these guns, right?"

Song De speculated maliciously in his mind as he quickened his steps in the direction of his original class.

When Song De walked through the crowd that kept dodging for him to the position of Yang Chen's usual team, he suddenly found a question - where did Yang Chen go?