Li put a link to each pinned post involving the "believe it or not" ID name and put it out. Unlike in the flooding area and in the forum, everyone's ID is anonymous, and the system randomly names each person who postes, so he can't really go into battle.

"Cool love to sue me, is this true!! online, etc..."

"Looking at this post, I thought I knew some earth-shattering secrets. I'm bored~"

"It's only me who naively thought he was going to pick up 'Mr. Lun', 233333."

"Upstairs is right."

"What does it mean to boil and put a bunch of connections~"

"And put a bunch of links to the top posts, is this a collection of counseling posts?"

"The one who said 'Mr. Lun', didn't you see that the name was a new god? It's said that it's new, how could it be 'Mr. Lun', this touching IQ~"

"Ahh (Attached are screenshots of different "Believe It or Not" ID floors)

"Hey, what's messing in?"

"XD, I was wrong, I shouldn't have thought that your new god was here to be funny."

"Oh my God, how many connections there must be, no wonder you dare to call the great god."

"Hey, hey, pay attention to the trouble upstairs. Take a look at the sub-forum on the screenshot, how can anyone be involved in so many sub-discussions~"

"233333. I clicked on the first connection casually.,It actually entered my own post.,This fate~"

"Turn back upstairs! Your vest is off. ”

"The 13th-floor brother who lost his vest, I just went to your post to take a look. Tsk, that chaotic ......"

"That 13th floor brother, don't you know that you are now all howling and waiting for the number of jù under your post? How come you still have time to irrigate......"

"I'll sue sù upstairs, because the school's real yàn room is full these days, so I can't even borrow a P1 real yàn room~-From the sad 13th floor"

"Tiger touches the 13th floor"

"Don't go to the building, hey~ Boiled is coming out soon, 818, the new god 'believe it or not'."

"It's a lie, how can someone be so good."

"Someone like me actually clicked on more than 70 links to read it, and sadly, after reading it, I felt that I was really bored~"

"yoooo~ When I saw this 'believe it or not' many times before, I wondered if anyone would open this post. It was expected by my brother again. ”

"The landlord put a total of 78 links, and in a rigorous manner, I also spent about four minutes to observe. The results are as follows: First, the ID number called "Believe it or not" does appear in all 78 links. Second, these 78 links involve 39 sub-topics, that is, 80 percent of the forum's sub-topics, which is unimaginably wide. Thirdly, the remarks made by this ID number are very professional, and although most of the posts do not argue for results, the fact that they can trigger such a big discussion also shows the arguability of their views. Therefore, I have come to the following conclusion: if all the information was posted by the owner of this ID, and the information was proven to be correct at a later stage, then it is not an exaggeration to call him a great god. ”

"Orz, it's just an irrigation area, why take it so seriously."

"Oh my God, if this is really like the one said. That's a great god, it's just a super god, okay~"

"Mom asked me why I was kneeling at the computer, (/□\)"

"Don't be busy kneeling upstairs, there are still some doubts here...... Is this 'Believe It or Not' ID an individual or a team behind it, and where are the sources of his information? ”

"Hands and feet upstairs, absolutely impossible to be personal. Even people like 'Mr. Lun' and Dean Zhang are only shining in their fields, and they don't have such a big span as this ID. ”

"I don't know what you're fighting for? God, doesn't anyone see that his views are just grandstanding? ”

"I'm really embarrassed to talk about grandstanding. Not to mention that you are asked to answer all kinds of posts in depth with reason and evidence like the great god of 'believe it or not', I admire you if you can understand the professional terms of each pinned post. ”

"The onlookers are not aware of it."

"So I'm the only one from beginning to end, who thinks this ID name is funny......"

"Come on, come on, let's guess the age of the two gods~"

"What the hell is that :-D second god......

“23333……”

Li Xian watched his post inexplicably, slowly leaning towards a strange place, and couldn't pull it back.

Suddenly, I found that every time there is this 'believe it or not' haunted place, the painting style will change abruptly......

"Alas, slacker, your meal is here." The roommate in the same dormitory pushed the door in.

"Coming, coming......" Li Shixing, who was about to eat with the computer turned off, didn't know that his casual post was rushing to the top of the list at a strange speed.

Actually, it's not bad to sit in the last row, at least there's enough space.

At this time, Jian Baizheng was looking at the book leisurely with Erlang's legs crossed without any image. Because I sat a little far, I couldn't reach the glass of water at the corner of the table when I wanted to drink water. Song Cheng understood her intentions, so he took the water cup with enough body and handed it to her with a red face.

Jian Bai put the book on his upturned knees, took the water cup with one hand, rubbed Song Cheng's soft hair with the other, and thanked him with a smile.

This sense of role reversal......

Wang Qiao, who was about to return his homework to Jian Bai, saw this scene and was a little speechless.

"Jian Bai, how are you preparing for the exam?"

"Almost, what's wrong?" Jian Bai put the book on the table and looked at Wang Qiao.

Wang Qiao bit his lip and looked a little hesitant, "I always feel that Zhou Peng is targeting you, and this exam is a bit weird." We've both been in junior high school for two years, and when are we still going to take a mock test before the final exam? And even ask parents! ”

The more Wang Qiao spoke, the more angry he felt, and his voice was raised a lot, attracting many people to look into the corner.

Jian Bai casually turned the pen in his hand, and when he heard this, he said with an unchanged face, "Don't think about it, how can the teacher be so excited because of someone." ”

"Anyway, I just think something is wrong." Is it really that I am thinking too much? Wang Qiao was a little entangled, but he still reminded Jian Bai slightly.

"Well, I see, I'll pay attention." Jian Bai opened his mouth and persuaded Wang Qiao to go back.

Teachers don't do that. Tsk, but how can someone like Zhou Peng be called a teacher? In fact, she was not wrong, this exam was really not specially prepared because of her. Because in my last life, at the end of the second year of junior high school, there was also such an exam.

At that time, Zhou Peng held a summer training class outside. With Song Cheng's experience, everyone is afraid of being put in small shoes by Zhou Peng. So even if he was reluctant, the classmates in the class basically signed up for his class, including the former Jane Bai.

Even if the family is a little uncovered, she has to get the money to attend cram school because she is afraid of being targeted by the teacher and losing face in front of her classmates.

But there are exceptions to everything. At that time, there was a girl named □□ in their class, because there was a sick father at home, and it was good for the family to provide for her to go to school, let alone go to any cram school.

Zhou Xiaoyu called her to the office more than once because she was thin-skinned, and Zhou Peng called her to the office more than once because she didn't go to cram school, and she didn't know how many times, but it was ineffective. Later, some naughty boys in the class who didn't want to learn also told him that their families had no money and couldn't participate in cram schools or something, which made Zhou Peng even more angry.

□□ the results were good, and that exam was considered an extraordinary performance. But Zhou Peng invited her parents on the grounds that her □□ math score was seven or eight points lower than that of the last monthly exam. The math paper of that exam was produced by himself, and the difficulty of the monthly exam was not comparable to this at all. At that time, there were not many people in the class who even passed, but □□ was able to score more than 100 points, which was already very good.

The parents who were invited that time, except for □□, were all parents of students who did not participate in the make-up class. Oh, and of course there's Song Chengcheng. The clever one in the class found out that he was tired, and privately went to say a good word to Zhou Peng, and promised to definitely participate in his training class Yunyun escaped by luck.

Naturally, □□ couldn't, so I had to invite my parents. Two days before the final exams, □□'s mother arrived at school. Her face was still confused and embarrassed, as if she didn't know why her daughter, who usually made them proud, fell to the point of asking for a parent.

□□'s mother was in class when she arrived. She didn't know where her daughter's classroom was, and she couldn't read, so she could only look inside one classroom by another. That class happened to be Zhou Peng's class, and Zhou Xiaoyu looked sharply at his mother who was standing at the door hesitating. My heart suddenly tightened, if Zhou Peng saw it, maybe it would be another scolding.

Zhou Xiaoyu couldn't, and glared at her mother vigorously, meaning to let her wait outside. But Zhou Xiaoyu's mother didn't know, she was very happy to see her daughter, and she thought she was greeting her when she winked at her.

"Nan~" The hoarse voice echoed in the quiet classroom, and Zhou Xiaoyu's face suddenly turned red.

"Whose parent is this, why is it so unsophisticated! Don't know if you're in class? Zhou Peng turned around and looked at the overstretched woman at the door, and was immediately furious.

Zhou Xiaoyu stood up with a white face, "Teacher......"

"Heh, I said why are you so untutored. With this kind of parent, where is the good upbringing! At that time, it was really a great humiliation for that person to scold others for not having a tutor, not to mention that this was still for Zhou Xiaoyu, who had strong self-esteem.

She was speechless, her eyes were red, and her thin body trembled slightly.

Zhou's mother outside the door also reflected that she had brought trouble to her daughter, but she didn't know how to react. He could only apologize in a loud voice, then withdrew and waited dryly in the corridor of the scorching sun.

Zhou Peng snorted coldly, and didn't let Zhou Xiaoyu sit down, so he sneered so much before continuing to lecture.

No one knew what that class meant to Zhou Xiaoyu, so she just stood, silently enduring the anger of her teacher and the strange stares of her classmates. I felt the powerlessness of knowing that my frail mother was being exposed to the scorching sun, but I couldn't do anything.

It wasn't until after class, after Zhou Peng left, that she felt the need to help her mother go to the teacher's office.

No one knew what Zhou Peng and her mother talked about, and later they only faintly heard that Zhou Xiaoyu's mother knelt down for Zhou Peng, and sighed for a moment.

Zhou Xiaoyu's final exam two days later was naturally a terrible mess. When the new semester started, everyone only heard that she had dropped out, and then this person disappeared from her life, and there was no more news.

Thinking of this, Jian Bai's mood was a little heavy. She was one of those who stood by and looked at each other coldly. If someone could have cared for and comforted her a little more, would many things have changed?

I couldn't read the book in my hand anymore, so Jian Bai handed it to Song Cheng, "You read it first, and then give it to me after reading." ”

seemed to be able to understand Jian Bai's low voice, Song Cheng didn't say much, just answered silently, and then took it.

Recently, there have been a lot of bad things at home and school, which makes Jian Bai a little anxious. After returning from rebirth, there was no smooth sailing as imagined, and the troubles that were not solved before still exist in zài.

"Take your time." Jian Bai grabbed her slightly longer hair and calmed down.

If I had to say what the experience of struggling to survive from the darkness in the later life brought her, it should be the sobriety and □□tenacity like a weed.

In the evening, because of the examination room, I tossed around in the classroom. Including the three or four classmates who came to help, it took about half an hour. It's getting dark late in the summer, so I don't think it's much late today.

Song Cheng also followed Jian Bai for a while as usual, and then returned the same way.

By the time Song Cheng rode home, it was more than twenty minutes later than usual.

"How do you know you're back?" Seeing Song Cheng coming in from Carmen, Song Hengjiang's sword eyebrows were raised, and his smiling face suddenly darkened.

Song Hengjiang is nearly half a hundred years old, with bright eyebrows, and he can vaguely see the handsome appearance of his youth. Because of proper maintenance, the figure is not out of shape. At this time, he was just wearing a simple loungewear, which still gave people a sense of not being angry and arrogant.

At this time, he frowned and became more imposing, "Don't you know that your brother is coming back today?" ”

Song Cheng was stunned when he heard this, and raised his eyes to look at the dining room.

The meal was already set, and as usual, there were about five or six dishes. But more than usual, you can see that it is cooked more carefully. In the warm yellow light of the dining room, the dishes served in white porcelain dishes look attractive and appetizing.

Sitting on the main seat was Song Hengjiang, seeing that he raised his head in fear, looking like he couldn't get on the stage, his face was even more unhappy.

On his left-hand side, sitting is the protagonist of today's meal, Song Xiao.

Seeing him coming, Song Xiao didn't even respond to a look, just slowly wiped the chopsticks back and forth with the clean handkerchief in his hand.

However, Chen Juan stood up a little embarrassed, looking very embarrassed. This kid doesn't mix sooner or later, but when Song Xiao comes back, he wants to make some fame.

But Song Hengjiang didn't speak, and she didn't dare to move, just gave Song Cheng a look. Expect him to be clever and give his dad a soft face.

It can only be said that the flattering eyes are thrown to the blind man. Song Cheng didn't say that he was blind, but in his eyes, he could only see Chen Juan standing up, and he didn't know anything else.

In fact, in Song Cheng's opinion, this scene is very funny. His father's roar echoed in his ears, but he could only see his calm features and his steady posture sitting on the seat, without even a superfluous movement.

Several people at the table, their upper bodies slightly inclined to the middle of the table, seemed very intimate. The toes can't stop tilting outward, showing a posture of wanting to escape.

These tiny body words don't deceive. For example, he knew that his mother must be very uneasy now, because her fingers kept rubbing the corners of her clothes, and her feet were constantly making small movements.

But what if he knew? He still didn't understand what Chen Juan was conveying. He just stood in the aisle, not hearing clear instructions, not knowing how to react, and the whole person looked even more wooden.

The previous atmosphere of harmony was broken, and the scene became deadlocked. In Song Hengjiang's opinion, Song Chengcheng is confused and stubborn, and he doesn't even want to say a soft word. Chen Juan, on the other hand, was anxious and angry, afraid that after this meal was messed up, it would be more difficult for her to cook at home.

Song Xiao slowly folded the handkerchief and put it on the table, only then did he open his mouth leisurely, breaking the deadlock, "The little brother is only 14 years old, is he greedy for fun...... It's also normal. ”

Song Hengjiang only felt that there was no light on his face, and his expression flickered brightly and darkly. Thinking of the son of his colleague who was only 14 years old but had already jumped two levels in a row that Song Xiao mentioned before, his heart was even more annoyed.

Chen Juan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this, but instead cast a grateful look at Song Xiao.

Song Xiao naturally saw Chen Juan's gaze, and sneered inside. is so stupid, no wonder she gave birth to such a stupid son.

Seeing that Song Hengjiang didn't speak, Chen Juan only thought that he was acquiescing. also breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly greeted Song Cheng who was standing in the aisle, "Go and put your schoolbag away, let's eat." ”

"Eat what you eat!" Song Hengjiang slammed the chopsticks in his hand away from the table, and roared angrily with a grim face.

Angry roars filled the room. When the aunt in the kitchen heard the movement, she also probed out to take a look, and then hurriedly retracted her neck, pretending not to know anything.

"Look what you look like all day long!" Song Hengjiang walked in front of Song Cheng, and the tall figure completely covered Song Cheng's whole person.

Song Cheng's body trembled uncontrollably, and his lips trembled slightly, "I, I'm ......"

Seeing that Song Cheng couldn't speak clearly, Song Hengjiang was even more annoyed. Slapping him on the head and covering his face is a scolding. And Song Cheng just lowered his head and endured the anger from his father without saying a word.

"How could I have a son like you! Cowardly! Impotent! ”

Chen Juan was shocked when she heard this, then covered her mouth and cried, her body twitched and twitched, "Heng, Hengjiang......"

Song Xiao stared at the scene in front of him with an anxious expression on his face, as if he was really worried about his younger brother, but what he didn't know was that in Song Cheng's opinion, he could only see his calm and even somewhat pleasant body movements.

The anger of his father, the sorrow of his mother, and the cold eyes of his brother. Why is this kind of boring farce, adults always take the trouble to act.

He also knows what kind of gesture best to end this qiē.

He didn't need to speak, he just pretended to be scared. Father and brother naturally find it boring, and this kind of farce can also be temporarily closed.

After about twenty minutes, Song Xiao made an excuse and went back to the room. The eldest son left, Song Hengjiang scolded, but he didn't get any response, and in the end he could only end up boring

The whole meal ended up unhappily. The dishes on the table have long since cooled down, and the condensed oil sticks the carefully prepared dishes together, and the color is dull and disgusting.

After Song Hengjiang left, Song Cheng didn't move, because he knew that there was still one scene left before this scene could really end.

Chen Juan walked towards him with red eyes.

"Smack!"

She slapped Song Cheng hard, and then without waiting for him to react, she hugged him and cried again.

Song Cheng was still holding his schoolbag in his hand, whether he was beaten or hugged, he didn't react in the slightest, just quietly looked at the empty hall. After all the surroundings fell silent, all you could hear was Chen Juan's sobs and the loud roar of the old-fashioned refrigerator.

What to do, it's annoying.

If you delay like this any longer, you won't have time to read the book that Jian Bai gave him today......