(The new book has been signed, has been released, the title of the book is "I Have a Doraemon", the author Guo Yuman, the first two chapters of the following new book, if you want to know more about the new book, please add QQ group 453204744)

There is a Doraemon in the first chapter

Tianyu Middle School, the premier private high school in Fengcheng, the families of the students who can study in this school are either rich or expensive, at this moment, a student in the second and third classes of high school with two huge black circles on his face is being pressed by a thick palm on his head, nailed to the desk, his face is flushed, and he doesn't know whether it is poor breathing or humiliation in his heart.

The strength of the iron hoop comes from a tall, handsome young man, the young man's name is Wu Lei, with a faint sneer on his face, he looked at the eyes projected around him, among them is a very delicate girl, wearing a decent school uniform, slightly unbuttoning the two buttons of the blouse, revealing a swan-like neck and sexy collarbones, the pitch-black eyes reflect Wu Lei's upright posture, and he retracted his gaze with a shallow smile.

A smile like an angel made Wu Lei more proud, a trace of age-appropriate coldness and cruelty flashed in the depths of his pupils, let go of his palm, and waited until the young man who had been struggling like an ant under his hand suddenly raised his head, Wu Lei's fist slammed into the back of the young man's head.

"Bang." There was the sound of Jin Ge colliding, echoing throughout the class, Wu Lei rubbed his fists, leaned over, and leaned against the motionless young man lying on the table, and said in a sinister voice: "Young Master Zhao, I advise you to quit school." ”

There was a chubby boy with glasses next to him, looking at the blood oozing from the table, he panicked in his heart, and wanted to step forward but was glared at by the two followers behind Wu Lei, standing quietly in place, with a trace of struggle on his face, but in the end he quietly sat on the table and didn't dare to say anything.

Ticking, ticking, the sound of the mechanical clock turning was muffled by the noisy sound in the classroom, no one noticed that the young man's back had been stained red with blood, or even if anyone noticed, he wouldn't care, except for the anxious sweat on the palms of the little fat man's sleeves, Zhao Dashao's life and death did not attract any superfluous eyes.

The young master Zhao who used to be close to him is in the limelight, but today's Zhao Sile is just a dead fish that can never turn over, the children of the poor family have long been in charge, and the children of the rich have long been in power, a dead fish without water and Wu Lei, the eldest young master of the Tianhui Group who is now in full swing, for the students in the class, this is like a simple multiple-choice question, and there is already an answer without thinking too much.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell." The bell that had been delayed for a long time, sprinkled with cheerful steps resounded in the corridor, calling a middle-aged female teacher in a white shirt and holding a lesson plan in her hand, and the sound of high heels and shoes walked into the classroom of the second and third classes of high school, she gently put the lesson plan on the podium, raised her head and glanced below, suddenly her eyes were stunned, and her right hand holding the whip tightened, and she walked quickly to Zhao Sile, looking at the blood on the table, her brows were tight, and she stretched out her fingers to probe the other party's snort, and her heart was slightly relieved.

Her name is Wang Su, the head teacher of the second and third classes of Tianyu Middle School, 32 years old this year, she has been teaching in this private high school for 7 years, she didn't ask what happened, obviously this kind of thing has become commonplace, she is not a stunned little girl with a strong sense of justice for the first time, compared to the background of these students, she is just an ordinary teacher, as long as the students do not die in school, everything will be fine.

"Ma Xiaoyi, you carry Zhao Sile to the infirmary to take a look." The little fat man, who had long held his breath, immediately carried Zhao Sile on his back at a speed far beyond his size and rushed out of the classroom.

"Okay, let's move on to the lesson, in the last lesson we talked about the second genetic revolution, and in this lesson we will continue...

"Zhao Shao, Zhao Shao, wake up." Chubby anxiously ran towards the infirmary and shouted anxiously.

"Yes." A slight moan came into Ma Xiaoyi's ears, Zhao Sile's eyes opened a slit, the back of his head was hot and painful, he reached out and touched his head, puffed up a big bag, and it hurt badly when he touched it slightly, but fortunately, the wound had scabbed over and did not bleed anymore.

"Xiaoyi, let me go." Zhao Sile shook his head a little drowsy, looked at Ma Xiaoyi, who was sweating profusely, and was a little moved in his heart, from the high Zhao Dashao to today's field, except for the cowardly little fat man in front of him, who he once looked down on, no one would care about his life or death, his inexplicable nose was sour, and his heart was a little moved.

It's a pity that this friendship has no chance to repay it, Zhao Sile felt bitter in his heart, patted Ma Xiaoyi's shoulder, and sighed softly.

"Zhao Shao." The little fat man's voice was full of surprise, he slowly put Zhao Sile down, took a few breaths, and ran nearly 200 meters with a person on his back was really not what he was good at as a fat man, "Zhao Shao, are you okay?" ”

Looking at the round white and tender face with a surprised face in front of him, he suddenly felt very regretful, why didn't he find the innocence and kindness of this little fat man before, he opened his mouth and closed it again, and finally didn't say what he thought in his heart, he wanted to say that Ma Xiaoyi would be brothers in the future, but unfortunately he is no longer qualified to say this sentence now, and saying it will only bring trouble to the other party.

His face turned pale, probably because of the excessive blood loss, his footsteps standing on the ground were a little unsteady, he pushed away Ma Xiaoyi's action of coming up to help, and his tone suddenly became cold, "Where else is Zhao Shao, little fat man, don't meddle in the future, I Zhao Sile don't need the mercy of others." ”

"But..."

Seeing that Ma Xiaoyi was stammering a little flustered, and his face flashed with incomprehension and sadness, Zhao Sile's heart only felt extremely sour, he turned around, and then turned around to stop Ma Xiaoyi's pursuit of him, and said strongly, "Don't follow me again." ”

This time he turned around again, Ma Xiaoyi really stopped in place and didn't catch up, he was a timid and simple fat man, Zhao Sile didn't let him follow him, he really didn't dare to follow, he looked at the back of Zhao Sile who gradually walked away from the school gate, and suddenly felt so lonely and pitiful.

Ma Xiaoyi didn't know that Zhao Sile's eyes were red when he turned around, and two lines of silent tears flowed across his face, which was the guilt of Ma Xiaoyi, the regret for the past, the despair for the future, the confusion about the present, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, Zhao Sile turned his back to Tianyu High School, looked at the bustling city in front of him, and only felt that there was endless depression and sadness everywhere, and there was a feeling that there was nowhere to go.

He walked aimlessly on the street, tears dried on his face, the blood curdled in his hair, and the red-dyed school uniform on his back made him the focus of attention in the eyes of passers-by.

Ma Xiaoyi is a timid fat man, how can he not be a coward, Wu Lei's oppression makes him powerless to resist, and he doesn't even dare to resist, obviously he already feels that life is worse than death, but when he is hungry, he can still eat, he doesn't even have the courage to commit suicide, what is the walking dead still alive for? Zhao Sile asked himself like this in his heart, the instant noodles in his hands were pinched and clicked, and they would still be stuffed into his stomach in the end.

In front of him is a fairly new high-rise building, the top floor of a 130-square-meter house with the entire top floor balcony is the last thing his mother left him before she died, and of course the only thing that his cold father did not deprive him.

Zhao Sile took out the key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock hole, twisted it to the right, and pushed it away, of course there was no one in the room, he closed the door casually, took off the school uniform, revealing a thin body, he was going to wash the blood on his body first, suddenly he paused, looked at his bedroom suspiciously, the light was on, did he forget to turn off the light when he left?

There was a slight movement in the room, it seemed that the computer was also turned on, and when he listened carefully, it seemed to be a "da-da-da" gunshot, as if it was the sound of a game called CS that he used to play, Zhao Sile felt extremely strange in his heart, and his heart seemed to jump to the throat and eyes.

He was sure that there was someone else in the room besides himself, was it a thief, but how could the thief play games, he first took out a family from the hanger, and then felt that it was not lethal enough, put down the hanger, quietly ran to the kitchen and picked up a kitchen knife in his hand, and then tiptoed close to his bedroom.

There was really movement in the room, and this time I heard it clearly, the sound of keyboard tapping and mouse clicks all reminded Zhao Sile that the guys in Zhao Sile really regarded this as their own home, and their arrogance was really arrogant.

He slammed open the door, and then saw a scene that surprised him extremely much, a black cat was wearing headphones, sitting in front of the computer like a human, with two paws pressed on the keyboard and the other tapping the mouse, and was turning its head at the moment to look at Zhao Sile.

Zhao Sile looked at the CS picture on the computer screen, and then looked at the cat, suddenly smiled, put down the raised kitchen knife, and touched the back of his head with his left hand, it seemed that he was hallucinating.

"Welcome back."

"Bang dang." The kitchen knife in Zhao Sile's hand fell to the ground, he trembled and opened his mouth to look at the cat in front of him who suddenly spoke, the cat suddenly took off the earphones, jumped to the ground, and walked over upright like a human, Zhao Sile saw clearly this time, there seemed to be a white pocket on the cat's belly.

Nima, do you think you are Doraemon, Zhao Sile feels that he really needs to go to the hospital tomorrow for a good check-up, not only hallucinations, but also paranoia, although he has indeed liked the Doraemon cartoon since he was a child, and hopes that he can really have such a magical tanuki, but he also knows that it is impossible to really have a Doraemon in reality.

Hallucinations and paranoia, I don't know if it can be cured, Zhao Si rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then stared wide, and the sound of the game from the headset reminded him that the computer was indeed on.

"You think it's a hallucination?" The cat showed a humane expression on its face, took a step forward, magically took out a black pistol from the pocket on its stomach, aimed it at Zhao Sile's painful death, and said disdainfully: "If you throw your weapon to the ground before the battle starts, you will fail." ”

Zhao Sile looked at the kitchen knife under his feet, and then looked at the pistol pointing at him in front of him, his face suddenly turned pale, because he heard a gunshot, which was definitely not a gunshot in the game, but the trigger of the pistol in the cat's hand was pulled without hesitation in reality.

It's not a hallucination.,It's really a Doraemon.,It's just that this one doesn't seem to be very friendly.。。

Chapter 2: Zhao Sile struggling in the CS world

“go，go，go。” The first thing that came into Zhao Sile's consciousness was the English in his ears, and then he had time to stare at a police car in front of him in amazement, surrounded by three policemen wearing black bulletproof uniforms and holding various machine guns in their hands, standing in place and checking firearms.

Zhao Sile felt that today's thinking was not enough, he looked at a policeman in front of him, Qian Qian still had a black pistol in his hand for one second, and turned into a small submachine gun in the next second, Zhao Sile dared to be 100% sure that he had absolutely not seen this submachine gun on this policeman just now, he stared at everything in front of him with wide eyes, and stood in place like a goose, watching the three policemen shout "follome!" He disappeared around the corner without looking back.

It's really weird, Zhao Sile flashed countless question marks in his mind, the picture in front of him was very familiar to him, it was because of familiarity that he felt incredible, he had found joy here countless times, but it was the first time he had entered the computer with his keyboard and mouse.

CS Chinese name Half-Life, he is now in the warehouse of one of the game's classic maps, "What the hell is all this?" Zhao Sile said to himself, he looked at his **** upper body, his messy hair was still stained with coagulated blood, there was a pair of slippers under his feet, and his school pants had not been taken off, his honor was absolutely incompatible with here, and suddenly a burst of gunfire came from his ears, Zhao Sile was full of excitement, looked left and right, and then got into the police car, hugged his body, curled up on a foot, and was very panicked in his heart.

It definitely has something to do with that damn cat, Zhao Sile finally knew that what happened in the bedroom just now was not his hallucination, but what was going on, he wanted to figure it out, but his brain was in a panic, and there was no way to calm down and think about everything that happened today.

The fierce gunfight in his ears has resounded in his ears since just now, echoing in the whole world, when he was wearing headphones on the computer, Zhao Sile felt that the game music sounded very exciting, but now Zhao Sile only had boundless fear in his heart, every nerve was destroyed by the pear blossom with rain, just listening to the sound, Zhao Sile knew that the gunfire was real, not to mention that Zhao Sile had seen a few police guys at close range just now, the kind of iron guy with a cold breath, definitely not to look cool in the game, That's a real killing weapon, and it's going to kill people.

Zhao Sile's 17-year life experience is definitely not ordinary compared to ordinary high school students, but what it brought him was only painful memories and some mental growth, but this definitely did not include how to deal with the situation in front of him.

Panicked, scared, frightened, confused thinking, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his blank mind was now reverberating with a few simple phrases: "I'm going to die, what the hell is going on, who will save me." ”

"No one can save you, only you can save you in this world." Like a thunderclap, Zhao Sile suddenly woke up, and a hint of joy flashed on his face, "Who are you, save me, help me." ”

"The only one who can save you is yourself." That indifferent voice echoed in Zhao Sile's heart again, he seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, he couldn't listen to what the other party said, and he didn't care why this voice appeared in his heart, he just shouted over and over again: "Please, save me, let me get out of here." ”

"I can't save you, the only person you should ask for is yourself."

"No, it's you, it's you who put me here, it's you, right, why are you doing this, let me out." Zhao Sile was annoyed and angry, roaring hysterically, he had never been so angry when he was bullied by Wu Lei in the morning, this feeling of anger was only experienced by him that day, when his mother died in front of him.

"You're so angry, why don't you resist?" It's this voice again, as if it has magical power, and it can always attract Zhao Sile's collapsed mind just right.

"Resist, how can I resist, what do I resist, I'm just a waste who doesn't know anything, I left the Zhao family, I have nothing, how can I resist, rebel against the Zhao family? Resist Wu Lei? I can't do it. Zhao Sile squatted in the corner of the carriage, his eyes were blank, tears poured out like a floodgate, and his mind remembered that his mother died in front of him, his father's cold eyes, the disgusted eyes of relatives and friends, and the sound of classmates bullying and ridiculing, the superimposed scenes were enough to crush his last trace of nerves.

"You still have yourself, you still have a life, what's impossible." The voice began to fluctuate a little, with a little bewitchment, as if he wanted to arouse the unwillingness in Zhao Sile's heart.

"How is it possible, I'm just an ordinary person, how can I resist." A trace of hatred flashed in Zhao Sile's godless eyes, hating the Zhao family, the Wu family, and hating his own incompetence, how could he be willing in his heart, but without strength, the unwillingness in his eyes could only turn into depression.

"If you want power, I can give it to you." A thunderbolt exploded in Zhao Sile's heart, his heart was extremely shocked, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he asked in disbelief: "What did you say?" ”

"Kill the remaining two bandits and I can give you the power you want." After the voice finished speaking, it disappeared without a trace, and no matter how Zhao Sile shouted, there was no response.

Three policemen bravely killed two bandits, and at the moment there are still two robbers alive, as well as Zhao Sile. A trace of struggle flashed in Zhao Sile's eyes, the gunfire in this world didn't know when it had stopped, and only his own violent heartbeat was left in the quiet, this rare silence seemed to give his tense nerves a chance to breathe, so that his brain gradually regained a little clarity.

A minute, two minutes later, he exhaled deeply, his body was still a little trembling, but it was no longer as trembling as just now, his heart was still afraid, but the voice that had disappeared seemed to give him a trace of inexplicable courage, so that his body had a trace of courage to go out from the police car to the outside world.

"Can I do it?" He muttered to himself, his eyes aimed at the monitor of the police car, one of the remaining two bandits was on the second floor of the warehouse, and the other was at the main entrance of the warehouse, and there seemed to be no intention of coming out, Zhao Sile looked at the remaining monitors again, suddenly gritted his teeth, wiped the tears on his face, and rushed out of the police car.

A black cat in the bedroom put down a red horn in his hand, staring at the computer screen in front of him intently, it is difficult to see what the expression is on a black cat face, the screen is a **** upper body, a big boy wearing slippers, clumsily jumped out of the police car, pumped around, and then threw the slippers to the ground, barefoot, spread his legs, panting, and ran forward.

He didn't have a police uniform, no body armor, not even a knife, and if he wanted to fight with two heavily armed gangsters, he had to have a weapon first, Zhao Sile quickly ran towards the suspension bridge, which was the only policeman who died outside the warehouse in the monitor, and the only place where he could safely pick up the weapon.

The surrounding building is both real and false, saying that it is real because it feels very real to the touch, it is a building, saying that it is false because this building does not have any entrances and exits, and it is all dark when you look inside from the window, not to mention the delusion that the window will be broken, this is the world of CS, just a virtual world that exists for a battle between police and bandits, but at this moment it is indeed extremely real for Zhao Sile.

He looked at the corpse that was shot in the head by a shot at his feet, and his brains and blood were splashed on the ground, smelling the thick disgusting smell in the air, the hairs on his whole body stood up, and his heartbeat once again couldn't stop beating violently, leaving only half of the corpse on his face was extremely terrifying in Zhao Sile's eyes, it was not the first time he saw a corpse, but the corpse in front of him was what really made Zhao Sile feel the breath of death close at hand, it seemed that every pore, every cell was feeling a terrifying reality.

Zhao Sile's brain crashed, he looked at it from the monitor, although he was mentally prepared, but when he really saw it, he still felt extremely frightened, he couldn't help but imagine in his mind the picture of waiting for his death, he screamed, opened his mouth and vomited on the ground, but he didn't eat much for a day, and all he could spit out was sour water.

kept spitting and spitting, the uncomfortable energy on his body seemed to dispel a little fear in his heart, fortunately, the bandits in the warehouse didn't seem to want to take the initiative to come out, Zhao Sile could adjust his mentality for a while, this time was a little long, just when the cat staring at the screen was about to grab the horn, Zhao Sile finally acted again, he endured nausea and fear, stepped on the mixture of blood and brain on the ground with his bare feet, and took away the submachine gun that was clutched on the corpse, Of course, in this process, it is necessary to break the stiff fingers of the corpse.

Zhao Sile held the gun in his hand, and seemed to feel a little relieved in his heart, he actually had the courage to take off the remaining magazines on the corpse, and took a long time to take off the body armor on the other party's body, and he didn't dislike the disgusting put on himself.

This series of actions obviously consumed a lot of his physical strength, he took a slight breath, rushed back to the police car, and once again determined the location of the remaining two bandits from the monitor, before running towards the back door of the warehouse.