There are always people who like to say in a tone of admiration: "What a youth." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Youth is actually a synonym for the problem, more about personality imbalance, more about catering and being pandered. Some people give their precious things to others in a daze, and some people take other people's precious things in a daze but don't know what to do with them......

Trying to fit in with the world without taking responsibility is what true adolescence is.

But sometimes there are too many colors on the canvas of youth and it becomes a mess, and sometimes the colors are single and become uninteresting.

cares about other people's eyes, and lives a tiring life; I don't care about other people's eyes, and no one can do it.

When you want to count young people down with a lesson, you might as well think about how you fucked up your youth back then......

Okay, let's get down to business.

In every story set on campus, there is always something different that can make every long and short interval when the bell rings at the end of class every day not be too boring.

Bu Chijing is a relatively rare type among alternatives.

It's not because there's a natural calmness in his name -- not surprised. It's not because he has extraordinary abilities and can fly to the heavens and the earth; It's not because his face is handsome, but his eyes are gentle; It's not that he is the first in the grade every time he takes the exam, and he is stable and unmoving, which makes people look up.

It's because he seems to have an inherently indifferent attitude towards everything in his daily life.

Because he is different from others, when he knows that he has the ultimate power to protect this world. Of course, it's not love and justice; From the beginning of being sensible, he has been exposed to all kinds of knowledge, and has been given various expectations and missions; Since the age of twelve, he has stepped on the battlefield everywhere, and has borne the weight of a drop of blood with his still immature nerves.

So every time he goes on a mission, he likes to hide himself behind a mask. Because the mask is sustenance, as long as he takes off the mask, he can live calmly without carrying too much.

Fighting, fighting, non-stop fighting; Save, kill, blood, repatriate, seal......

He knows exactly what he's doing and what his mission is.

You don't need to be praised or recognized.

When he picked up his sword, all he had to do was slay targets that didn't belong to this plane. As he waved his palm, all he had to do was fill the void between the planes.

He is a wall installer, and his full professional name is: Dimensional Wall Broken First Aid and Reassembly Combatant.

His indifference to life was not intentional, but because the fighting had paralyzed his nerves, and the blood had made the taste lighter.

Strictly following the 'Code of Conduct for Wall Installers' is his code of conduct and dogma. But youth, if you don't make a commotion, how can you prove that he is still a normal boy's physiology.

He remembered that in a wall-loading operation, he saved a girl who was about the same age, but he had saved countless people, and he would not go around talking about such a great achievement as saving countless beings in the main plane several times, and not many people would believe it.

I can think of this girl because when the second year of high school opened and classified, she sat in a position one meter away from herself.

But other than that, he didn't feel anything. Although I often hear the word 'xianchong' in this girl's mouth, which is always used to describe herself, she also went to the Internet to check the specific definition, probably knowing that this is the meaning of real life is more fulfilling, and I am also a little curious about what kind of cultural phenomenon this is.

Aside from training, combat, and traditional culture, he didn't have much time to come into contact with other emerging ideas, which were meaningless to the old men in the white coats...... Although he can also be very interested at times.

His eyes were soft, because he had used all his sharpness on the target of the battle.

He likes to walk with his pockets in his pockets, because there is always a big move in his free hands.

He doesn't like to talk because he can't find a topic that he might have with the people around him, and the nature of life is different.

When others go to eulogize youth, he enjoys the process of sitting in the corner of the classroom, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window and the old locust tree in a daze, which will relax his nerves and be regarded as a rare pastime.

In the past six months, his strength has exceeded an upper limit, and his training can no longer increase his combat effectiveness, and his daily time has become abundant.

Occasionally going out on a mission and staying in the crowd of ordinary people for a long time, even if he stands out from the crowd and is always noticed meaninglessly, he can feel that life is very satisfying.

Because this peace is what he has guarded through bloody battles again and again.

His name is Bu Chijing, the guardian of the main plane, the profession on the bright side is a student, and the part-time job is a wall decorator.

Their slogan is: Install walls for the world, and the world will be more beautiful.

Every time he took off his mask, he never felt that he was any different from his peers......

Then, the story begins.

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[PS: New books are opened, new genres are tried, welcome to collect.]

Non-Sakamoto gods, non-unscrupulous teenagers, non-traditional routines, not a word that destroys the whole family. A little burning, a little emotional, a little youthful, I hope to read easily without leaving scratches. 】