It is said that many college students have to think about three crucial questions a day, that is, what to eat in the morning, noon and evening, and He Bangwei has been the same recently.

After withdrawing the money, the time around ten o'clock is always hesitant, going to dinner is a little early, and I have to go when the time comes. Foodie He Bangwei didn't hesitate for long before he quickly made a decision, go eat now, and if the time comes, if the roommates all go to eat, then eat more.

Best of both worlds.

No matter which world people are the same, there is money in his pocket, he is not panicked, He Bangwei, who took out two thousand yuan, is in a good mood and walks to the snack street. He hasn't tasted anything in the snack street yet, but he's still very enthusiastic about it.

The police patrol car behind followed awkwardly, and the two people in the car were a little speechless when they saw him feasting there.

He Bangwei, who was happy to eat alone, entered the school with satisfaction, walked to the dormitory, and left the two of them in the police patrol car with a chic back.

Chu Yun gritted his teeth and said to Xiao Liu in the driver's seat: "It's time for you to change shifts in the afternoon, you get a Santana, and I'll keep an eye on it until evening!" "She shouldn't have come today, and I told my colleagues that I would change it, and she would be able to keep an eye on her own in the evening.

Xiao Liu nodded, opened his mouth to persuade two words but didn't say anything, he felt that it was not reliable to stare at people like this intuitively, but anyway, it was only at night, so let her continue to watch.

He Bangwei, who returned to the dormitory, found that there was no one in the dormitory, and he didn't know what he was doing, so he turned on the computer a little strangely, pondered it, and went to the closet to find clothes, and the clothes on his body could be washed. But how do you wash it? Do you wash it yourself?

The future sword god does the laundry himself? He Bangwei thought deeply.

Standing for a long time, loosening his frowning brows, He Bangwei changed his clothes, threw the dirty clothes into the basin and filled them with water, and put them in the bathroom first. Well, let's soak it like this for now, and solve this problem when the future sword god is in a better mood.

He Bangwei, who temporarily solved a life problem, walked around the dormitory twice, usually there are people in the dormitory, although he doesn't talk much, but he doesn't feel lonely, this is only himself at first glance, and he is really not used to being empty.

After pouring a glass of water, He Bangwei sat in front of the computer, wanting to see something but losing the mood.

It's been a few days since I came to this world, and while I'm getting used to living here, I'm still far away from my hometown, if it's not for the existence of consciousness and curses, it's really like a dream, and I can't tell whether I'm the swordsman who dominates the world, or this student who goes to school plainly.

Reaching out and taking the guitar off the wall, taking a deep breath, and brushing his right finger, "Above the Gods" came out in response, but halfway through playing, He Bangwei put down the guitar and didn't want to play it anymore. Even if you can play all the tunes from your hometown, what can you do? Can you go back! Can you go back! Can I go back?

He Bangwei's heart became more and more congealed, his thoughts moved, and his consciousness visualized the heart sword, and the curse came immediately!

The tearing feeling in his mind became clearer with his resolute visualization this time, and the whole person was about to fall down when he staggered, He Bangwei grabbed the bed with his right hand, sweating, and clenching his tooth sockets, just unwilling to give up this visualization. The pain became more and more serious, and the muscles on He Bangwei's face trembled, and his face was hideous, but he showed a slight smile.

It's this curse, it's this pain.

I am the future sword god! I'm sure I'll be able to go back to my hometown! He Bangwei screamed wildly in his heart, and finally gave up the Visualization Heart Sword, allowing the pain of the curse to slowly disappear. At this moment, he was a little grateful to the person who had made this curse to him in the first place. Without this pain, even the taste of hometown will be slowly forgotten.

He Bangwei sighed lightly, leaned against the wall with his left hand, and his body stood straight again.

For 20 years, it has been like a dream, and I am unwilling to go to the sword.

……

In the Department of Surgery of Luzhou Provincial Hospital, a group of young people stood crowded in a ward.

Cousin Ke is here, the ruthless person he contacted yesterday is about to arrive, this person just came out of prison not long ago, he squatted for several years because he deliberately injured people, and he has been fighting in it, and his family spent a lot of money to get out.

And these young people in the room were shouted and cheered by him, and at the same time, there were a few who had seen He Bangwei that night, and they could just lead the way to find someone.

When the people arrived in Luzhou in the afternoon, let them take them to Huida, and the night was dark and the wind was high when there was revenge. Cousin Ke was lying on the hospital bed, thinking about whether he should call a car to observe the scene at night. It took a little effort, but being able to see that guy lying on the ground and wailing with his own eyes could really relieve the hatred in his heart.

Thinking of this, although he hadn't seen this scene yet, he felt that his bones were lighter, and his legs didn't hurt so much. Okay, that's it, go to Huida in the evening! There is revenge! Grievances are repaid!

Let the people in the ward disperse, go to have a good meal and find a good car, and prepare for the night, Cousin Ke took out the phone and called his cousin Ke Haihua, preparing to ask him to call He Bangwei out at night.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

……

He Bangwei didn't notice it at all, the enemy was already coming to the door. After the pain of the curse, his body was a little weak, and he ate a big meal at noon and rested for a while.

The afternoon is the rehearsal time for the band group. Lead singer and rhythm guitarist Zhao Fantu still did not come, and the bassist and drummer rehearsed with him.

The events of last night made the atmosphere between the three of them a little cold, but these two people really love music, and when they rehearse, they don't take what happened before seriously, and they want to play "Glory Years" well.

Beyond's song, He Bangwei is getting more and more familiar with it, these days the run-in of guitar instruments, the familiarity with the music score, and the experience of music theory and emotions have made him play better and better. Bassist Fang Anna and drummer Chen Shiyuan's faces became more and more beautiful as a result.

After rehearsing in the recording studio, it was already a little late, and He Bangwei, who was a little weak, didn't have the heart to wander around, so he had to go back to them for dinner. At this time, the phone rang, and when I took it out, it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hey, He Bangwei, I'm Ke Haihua, the class is gathering here at Swan Lake, and at the same time, the teacher has something to announce here, come here, it's near our school in Swan Lake." Ke Haihua came out of He Bangwei's dormitory, and after confirming that he was not inside, he called and lied, and was about to go to Swan Lake.

He Bangwei listened to the phone call without thinking much, turned around and walked out of the school gate, and walked unhurriedly towards Swan Lake.

Outside the school gate, a few young people squatted or stood, making eye contact with each other, and one of them took out his phone and dialed it.

Not far away, on the side of the road, a Santana did not turn on the lights, and started slowly to follow.