Headache, very painful.

It hurt so much that everything was not clear, it was pitch black in front of me, and the surrounding sounds seemed to come from the sky, lingering, and the tail notes were fluttering, like an invisible hand, stretching those sounds like pulling ramen, and then stretching them out.

Finally, a ray of light came in, and the dark world was colored again, and it turned out that I didn't open my eyes just now.

"Yang Xiaoqian, are you awake? Are you okay? ”

Turning his head to see who was pushing his shoulder, he saw a girl with a familiar face but couldn't recall her name for a while, she was still wearing a neat school uniform, green grass behind her, and blue sky and white clouds above her head.

"You ......" Yang Xiaoqian stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, his brain was a mess.

"You fainted just now, and you were scared to death." The female classmate asked with concern, "Are you suffering from heat stroke?" Shall I have someone take you to the infirmary? ”

"Wei Yingxiu?" Yang Xiaoqian finally remembered her name, which seemed to be a memory sealed in the dust of the previous life.

"Huh?" The female classmate responded, "What are you doing?" ”

Yang Xiaoqian's eyes suddenly became sharp, and Wei Yingxiu was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

Raising his hand, he didn't see the black fog, but he saw that he was also wearing a school uniform, looked left and right, and found that he was standing on the playground of Yuanjiang No. 2 Middle School, the physical education teacher who couldn't name was sitting under the shade of the tree and lazy, the female students gathered in twos and threes to play mobile phones and card games, and the male students were sweating like rain on the playground.

The old man took out the black and white screen in his pants, and the screen read: Thursday, April 1, 2010, 2:30 p.m.

April Fool's Day.

"Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian!" A familiar and unfamiliar voice came from far and near, and Yu Qian, who was wearing a school uniform, rushed over, "Are you okay?" Wei Yingxiu said you fainted! ”

"Yu Qian?"

Yu Qian's upper body unconsciously leaned back, raised his eyebrows and squinted his eyes and asked, "Hey, hey, what are you doing, why does it look so different?" It seems to have changed as a different person, haha, you don't want to say that you are reborn or crossed, do you? Eh, I already played this set on April Fool's Day last year, so let's get something fresh back, okay? ”

"Tsk, then again, this time you acted like a real person, obviously you didn't ask 'where am I'm here' and 'what year and time is it' such mentally retarded questions, but with just one look, one action makes me feel like you've crossed over. Awesome! Yu Qian gave a thumbs up, "Have you deeply studied the "Self-cultivation of an Actor" I gave you?" ”

Yang Xiaoqian didn't respond, he turned his head to look around, and saw Huang Han playing basketball, scratching his head and making a gesture after scoring a goal, causing the surrounding girls to scream, and saw Zhang Xinyi in the next class wearing thick-framed glasses and another girl holding hands walking and chatting on the runway, and saw ......

"Bai, where is Liang Jinyuan?" Yang Xiaoqian suddenly asked a question, no matter how dull a person was, he couldn't ignore the dangerous aura that permeated his body, Wei Yingxiu glanced at Yang Xiaoqian with the eyes of a mentally ill person, and left quickly.

Yu Qian didn't care, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Where else can Liang Jinyuan be, he is playing games in the classroom." ”

"I think so." Yang Xiaoqian suddenly gave Qian a warm hug and patted Yu Qian's back.

"Damn, gay will be beaten to death if you are angry in gay!" Yu Qian hurriedly pushed Yang Xiaoqian away.

Yang Xiaoqian laughed, turned around and walked in the direction of the classroom, a cruel and violent sickly smile on his face.

There are only a few students left in the classroom, Yang Xiaoqian's seat is in the back row, Liang Jinyuan concentrates on playing with the PSP in his hand, and there is a small water cup on the table, which only contains a small sip of water, this detail is very in line with Liang Jinyuan's style, in order to avoid wasting time in the toilet, Liang Jinyuan rarely drinks water.

"Hey, Liang Jinyuan." Yang Xiaoqian stepped through the classroom door and strode towards Liang Jinyuan.

Liang Jinyuan couldn't take his eyes off it, as if he hadn't heard it.

Yang Xiaoqian walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, Liang Jinyuan!" ”

"What?" Liang Jinyuan finally responded, but he still stared at the PSP screen and did not turn his head to look at Yang Xiaoqian.

One hand covered the PSP's screen, threw the PSP in Leung's hand at the blackboard, and then a fist expanded in Leung's line of sight.

"Bang!"

Liang Jinyuan leaned back, his nosebleed, and he looked at Yang Xiaoqian, a good classmate who waved his fist at him, in disbelief.

The violently beating heart is like a pressurized water pump, sending hot and boiling blood to every corner of the body, and Yang Xiaoqian wants to vent this heat with his fists and feet.

"You!"

"Bang!"

Another punch hit Liang Jinyuan's mouth, the teeth were deeply embedded in the muscles of the upper lip, blood flowed down, and Liang Jinyuan was speechless in pain.

Yang Xiaoqian shook his hand, and a small piece of the epidermis on the fist peak was cut off by Liang Jinyuan's teeth, and it hurt and hurt, this is a feeling that Yang Xiaoqian has not experienced for a long time, and it actually makes Yang Xiaoqian feel happy.

Several other students in the classroom screamed in surprise, some ran to persuade them, and some ran to find the teacher.

Yang Xiaoqian relied on the hand-to-hand combat that he had learned from Wang Hai and had long forgotten about it, and put all the classmates who came over to pull the frame to the ground, and then held down Liang Jinyuan's head and slammed it against the wall.

One time.

Two clicks.

Three times.

The skin is open, and the flesh is open.

A cloud of scarlet sticks to the snow-white walls and gradually spreads deeply.

The dull sound of the impact made Yang Xiaoqian feel happy, and the colors of the graffiti on the walls made Yang Xiaoqian feel even more happy.

"Yang Xiaoqian, what are you doing!"

Huang Han's voice sounded at the door, and the tall squad leader rushed forward to stop Yang Xiaoqian's crazy atrocities.

Yang Xiaoqian easily dodged Huang Han's grappling, and kicked Huang Han's knee with all his strength, making Huang Han kneel on the ground.

"Dear squad leader Huang, if you don't want me to kill you again." Yang Xiaoqian grabbed Huang Han's hair, lifted his head, looked down at his face, his eyes were indifferent and bloodthirsty, "Just shut up and get out of my sight." ”

"You're crazy!" Huang Han, who was powerless to resist, was furious, "Believe it or not, I told you to get out of school!" The college entrance examination is coming soon, do you want to be expelled! ”

"Shit." Yang Xiaoqian let go of his five fingers, reached out like lightning, grabbed the compass on his desk, and aimed the sharp tip of the pen at Liang Jinyuan's throat.

"Yang Xiaoqian! Stop it! The homeroom teacher and the dean of instruction teleported to the door of the classroom at the same time.

Yang Xiaoqian ignored it, pulled up Liang Jinyuan, who was paralyzed and unconscious like soft mud, and raised the compass in his hand high.

"Xiao Qian! No! This time it was Yu Qian's voice that sounded.

Yang Xiaoqian stopped his movements and turned his head to look at Yu Qian.

"Xiao Qian!" Yu Qian was anxious, "Put the compass down!" ”

"Okay." Yang Xiaoqian smiled indifferently, the tip of the compass suddenly pierced Liang Jinyuan's eyes, and one-third of the compass was submerged in Liang Jinyuan's eyes, and Yang Xiaoqian then pressed the top of the compass, stabbing the compass into Liang Jinyuan's head.

"President Yang!"

The crisp female voice shattered the world in front of her, like tempered glass that had been shot, first becoming full of cracks and blurring, and then shattering and collapsing.

Yang Xiaoqian slowly opened his eyes and calmly looked at the dream builder sitting in front of him.