As soon as class ended, I knew that the entrance exam was a failure. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I don't even need the teacher to announce the grades, and it is no exaggeration to say that I failed math, English, chemistry, and physics.

Where does this self-confidence come from? Of course, my test paper is almost blank except for the name.

So, I was full of confidence before, saying that there was absolutely no problem, how could I fail the exam and fall to Sun Shan?

Therefore, I am still too young, sitting in the well and watching the sky and underestimating the heroes and heroes of all walks of life in the world, and I actually planted a big heel in such an obvious place.

As for the reason, of course, it's not because I stupidly put the answer in the wrong place - although this happens from time to time, I'm not the kind of stupid person who messes things up for no reason. It's not because there happened to be a talented person in the classroom who found the sneaky Miss Kako.

Really, I'm so stupid.

I actually expect a female ghost who didn't graduate from elementary school, dropped out of high school in the first year, and died for I don't know how many years, can accurately tell me the answers to these difficult subjects in mathematics, English, chemistry, physics, and so on!

How ignorant is it!

I put the burden of voyeur answers on the shoulders of a female ghost who doesn't even know half of the twenty-six letters of English, which is simply the biggest decision-making mistake of my life!

I, who was destined to fall into the hell of an infinite exam cycle, sentenced Miss Kako, who had a three-headed body, to death in my heart.

Experimenting with the superb skills learned from Murakami's naval army on her seems to be a good note?

However, the world is so beautiful, and I am so grumpy, not good, not good.

So, after class in the afternoon, I decided not to go home for a while, go out for a walk, and let the love and beauty of nature calm my ups and downs.

As for Miss Kako's punishment, let's make it even worse.

I'm not a kind-hearted person.

With this in mind, I carried my school bag diagonally and walked aimlessly through the streets of the city until the sun went down and the last bit of fire clouds disappeared without a trace.

When I came back to my senses, it was no longer a place I was familiar with, but the other half of the city.

Although living here for a short time, you can't boast of being familiar with every street and alley of the city, there will always be some streets that you have never been to, and in memory of it, it is still quite strange and fresh.

Whether it is urban construction or municipal planning, even if the city is originally well understood, as long as you don't go out for a walk for three days, there will always be some places that have become different, just like your childhood playmates, who have not seen each other for many years and do not know each other.

The city is similar, and the road that is self-righteous has changed unexpectedly.

When you look at the new buildings, the old buildings that have disappeared, and the local residents come and go, you will have a strange sense of loss that you are actually superfluous.

Obviously it used to be like that, but now it's like this, am I being left out? A kind of spontaneous and sentimental from the bottom of the heart.

If you want to describe it specifically, it should be that the girlfriend when she was a teenager became an unfamiliar appearance and was lying in someone else's arms.

It was originally to distract myself, but it turned out to be more and more sad.

Hey, let's go home.

Sighing softly, putting away the strange nostalgia that only old people have, I walked towards a shortcut in my memory - although it belonged to the other half of the city that I was not familiar with, it was still easy to find home.

The street lights on the side of the street are lit up in rows, and it is already time to need the lights to illuminate the road.

The night is coming.

I don't like nights, even to the point of hating them.

Not only for their own reasons, but more importantly, those who deviate from the norm and are free and loose love nothing more than to praise the night, morbidly like, and the night is inexplicably mystical and romantic.

In line with my hatred for the guys in fancy clothes and colorful hair, I hate the house and the black hate.

Or it is precisely because there are too many people who sigh too much about the night that I have an inexplicable rebellious mentality, and I hate the dark night everywhere more and more.

It's a shortcut home, no different from all the usual alleyways that lack street lights. There is only one yellow tungsten lamp that will appear in the last century far away, and with the enamel lampshade that is also very rare now, the dim and dark alleys bizarre make me have a sense of distortion in the time and space tunnel.

And at this time, I found a man crouching down with his knees under a street lamp.

Because squatting under the rare light in the dark alley, it made that person blurry and couldn't see carefully.

It's a little strange why there is a person squatting here, and holding his knees and burying his head between his legs, as if there is some trouble, and he looks a little pitiful alone.

But everyone has their own things, and different people have different troubles, for example, I really want to go home and retrain Miss Kako now, and as for other people's affairs, I don't want to meddle in them at all.

I'm such a cold and heartless person.

The crouching figure moved slightly, as if aware of my presence.

Well?! Run!

The nameless alarm bell in my heart kept ringing, and the voice that came from the depths of my soul inexplicably told me that that person was troublesome from head to toe, and it was simply synonymous with trouble!

So, I immediately changed from slow walking to race walking, trying to get out of this place of right and wrong quickly.

"Hey, that guy over there, can you wait a minute?"

The guy over there? Who's that guy over there? I just don't know.

Instantly activated my natural skill of pretending to be deaf and dumb, ignoring the voice coming from the troublemaker, I didn't want to deal with the crouching guy who looked like a troublemaker.

In other words, the trouble should be left to those who are nosy, and ordinary city dwellers like me should leave with self-knowledge.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, which is actually my motto.

"Hey, that guy over there is going faster and faster!"

Hey, go faster and faster... Has the intent been discovered?

So, let's run.

With that in mind, I immediately manually shifted gears and increased the throttle, ready to eject and go.

"The high school boy in a black school uniform, carrying a blue and white school bag, and posing like he was about to run away..."

However, the guy found out about my attempt again and called out to me again.

The voice was obviously weak and weak, and it was a euphemism for help, but it was unexpectedly full of commanding power, she said:

"Help Me ......"

Help me- or something...?! What is it?

Help me - when my life is threatened, I make my last voice in the most desperate places.