"Ah Heng, it's time for you to choose someone, hurry up."

In the Internet café, the cheapest booth area.

In front of two League of Legends computers, a flat-headed teenager with a huge pair of glasses shouted at another emaciated teenager who had just taken a few steps out of his seat.

"I know, I'm in a hurry to urinate, you can help me choose a random ADC first, or a policewoman, I'll be fast." The thin young man known as Ah Heng replied casually, and couldn't help but take a few quick steps.

He was really in a hurry, and he had to release it quickly after holding back his urine for an afternoon.

Walking quickly to the toilet of the Internet café, Ah Heng opened the zipper and took out the tools, and began to enjoy his unrestrainedness.

As soon as he ran out of urine, he let out a long breath.

It's so refreshing.

But while he was refreshed, he couldn't help but be a little thirsty.

Yes, it's a very unwarranted thirst.

Ah Heng thought about it for a while, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

But this thirst was put to the maximum when he walked to the sink and began to wash his hands.

He even glanced around a little anxiously.

Then, he saw a glass of Coke.

A glass of Coke that I don't know who put it there.

His gaze lingered on the Coke for only two seconds, and then he picked it up and took a sip of it.

The first feeling is, cool.

The second feeling is, what am I doing Nima?

"Guoluo-" It wasn't until he swallowed all the coke he drank that Ah Heng suddenly reacted.

I fucking just picked up a drink that I don't know who put down, and I didn't know what was in it, and drank it in one gulp?

"Uh-" His first instinct was to spit it out.

But he vomited for a long time, and even put his hand into his throat, but he didn't vomit anything.

He tasted back to what he had just drunk, and it didn't taste much.

He picked up the Coke cup again, which he didn't know what it contained, only to find it empty.

Oh, my God?

What happened?

He still couldn't accept what had just happened.

But it seems that there is no way out, and this is the only way.

"I hope it's really Coke......" he reassured himself as he began to walk towards the booth area.

But in my heart, I always felt that something was wrong.

In the time that followed, Ah Heng was always in a state of mental trance.

He still couldn't remember what had happened in the previous little minute.

So after his policewoman typed out the number of 0/13/0, his good friend Luo Ji, who was the man with big glasses, finally broke out.

"Zeng Jingheng, what the hell is ** doing hair?!!! The male gun on the upper plate beats the policewoman, the policewoman on the opposite side is 13/0/0, the policewoman beats the man's gun in this plate, you policewoman 0/13/0, are you a super soldier? ”

"I don't know...... Ah Heng put down the mouse with an innocent face, but the person continued to wander, "It seems to be ......"

He patted his face and said uncertainly, "It seems to be ...... Is it **? ”

"Lost Nimabi." Luo Ji had an expression that you were teasing me, snorted unhappily twice, settled the account and stood up, and said, "Don't play, I didn't read the yellow calendar when I went out today, what is written on it must be taboo, go home for dinner, I'll go first, bye-bye, pit goods." ”

"Oh......" Ah Heng still replied absent-mindedly, clicked on QQ music and played a sad love song, leaned back on the single sofa, and looked at the ceiling.

It's really Coke, right?

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The myth about whether it's a cola or not.

It lasted until Ah Heng returned home, and he didn't think it through thoroughly.

So he simply didn't want to.

When I opened the door, I found that my parents had not yet returned home.

Ah Heng couldn't help but touch his shriveled stomach and complained, but fortunately, there was still leftover bread from yesterday in the refrigerator.

Otherwise, you will starve to death.

Ah Heng's full name is Zeng Jingheng, 18 years old this year, male, in his third year of high school.

It's the kind of guy who is not handsome or ugly, his grades are not good or bad, his family background is average, and even playing a League of Legends is three thousand uncharted platinum, and he is destined to die to death as a bitter male classmate who can only be a passerby in any story.

However, Ah Heng himself is very open to this.

Because the protagonist often has to go through a lot of hardships, he has to die of his family and girlfriend at every turn, and he has to break his hands and feet, it's too hard, it's better to be a passerby.

I opened the refrigerator, took out the leftover bread from yesterday, and ate two bites with pure water.

He had no appetite.

Because he remembered the incident of this afternoon again.

The inexplicable drink made him feel uncomfortable, and he always felt that he might have something strange in his stomach.

Reluctantly stuffed a little more bread into his stomach, Ah Heng resisted the urge to spit out, cleaned up the mess a little, and walked into his room.

As soon as he entered the room, he didn't have the heart to do anything else, and spread the homework papers that had not been done during the holiday on the table, and he lay down on the bed.

No way, his mind was full of the drink from the stranger.

The drink was like a thorn in his heart.

"Forget it......" he muttered to himself, forcing himself to stop thinking about it, "it must be tomorrow when class is going to be again to be so anxious, this damn Monday syndrome." ”

He muttered a pillow over his head and fell asleep.

But in his sleep, he was not at peace.

He always felt that something was wriggling in his body.

This kind of squirming made him toss and turn.

In the end, he simply woke up.

Glancing at the alarm clock at the bedside, it was only ten o'clock in the evening, and he hadn't slept long at all, but his back was faintly sweaty.

He walked out of the room very uneasy and found that his parents had not returned, probably working overtime again.

Slowly walking to the toilet, he washed his face first, and looked at his face in the mirror for two full minutes.

He finally couldn't help but lift his clothes and began to check his stomach.

But after looking at it for a long time, I didn't see anything wrong.

A qiē is normal.

It's not normal, it's just his heart.

Exhausted, he didn't drink water, and lay down on the bed again and began to fall asleep.

But the situation is not getting better.

On the contrary, it has intensified.

In the middle of the day, he woke up once, and vaguely heard a voice outside, about the return of his parents.

Later, he couldn't even wake up.

Just keep dreaming.

But dreaming is not entirely true.

He just felt fear, an inexplicable fear.

From head to toe to deep into the skin, every cell.

One, without nightmare content, nightmares.

Something, he felt......

In his body, it is quietly growing!! ―――――――――――――――― new books for newcomers, ask for recommendations and collections!!