The corners of Yang Jingbin's mouth were oozing blood, his thin cheeks were reddened, and he was swollen high, but he grinned happily and looked at Wen Shuo.

"You're so ruthless!" Wen Shuo spat out.

"I said, I'm not stupid......" Yang Jingbin was a little slurred when he spoke, and he looked proud.

"But you're too fucking bastard!" Wen Shuo clenched his fists, grabbed Yang Jingbin's collar and pulled it to his face, and roared: "You think you are great, righteous and radiant, and you can go down in history...... You have done something that many people dare not think about and even dare not do, and you are already great and radiant, isn't it enough? You have even gone so far as to cut off the road, leaving no room for others, and forcing everyone to follow the path you have carved with your life! Okay, I admire you, you are awesome! However, if you leave like this, what will happen to your family? If your parents are old and have no one to rely on, will your daughter be bullied at school? Will your wife remarry? You have pierced the sky, leaving orphans and widows, have you ever thought about what kind of days they will face in the future? Do you think that people will die and their debts will be wiped out, do you think that they will die a hundred times? Do you think that you have to obey everything you think? I tell you, it is impossible! You will only involve everyone! Relatives!!"

Yang Jingbin's expression was a little dazed: "I, does it still make sense to think about this now?"

"Then you have to die, it's not enough to pierce the sky, do you have to collapse the ground again?" Wen Shuo gritted his teeth.

"Even if I don't do this, but what is the difference between living and dying?" Yang Jingbin smiled bitterly.

Wen Shuo let out a long sigh of relief!

Fortunately, Yang Jingbin can say such a sentence, which means that he has been woken up, his mind has returned to normal, and he is no longer demonic.

Wen Shuo let go of his hand, and Yang Jingbin's whole person was like a completely deflated ball, slumped on the ground, lying on his back, his limbs were bent or bent at will, or straightened, and his image was extremely unbearable just looking at the blue sky.

Wen Shuo squatted down, grabbed Yang Jingbin's left wrist, and looked at the time on the watch he was wearing.

Then, Wen Shuo stood up, looked at him with a cold gaze, and said, "You are my teacher, but this time, the student taught you how to do things...... It's 9:14 a.m., you can see it, give me forty-eight hours, and then decide whether you are dead or alive!"

With that, Wen Shuo strode away.

completely ignore Yang Jingbin, even if he commits suicide by throwing himself into the lake again......

Probably not.

has returned to his senses from the impulsive madness.

Besides, I added one more condition before a rainy day, a condition for Yang Jingbin to comfort himself - give me forty-eight hours.

What can Wen Shuo do in two days?

Crack the day?

Saving the day?

Yang Jingbin was lying on the cold lawn by the lake, looking at the clear sky with thousands of thoughts, his whole body was extremely relaxed, boundless sleepiness hit, and he gradually fell asleep......

The cold breeze of late autumn caresses by.

The surface of the lake is folded layer by layer, sparkling waves, the shadow of the tower floats, the trees on the shore are bleak, the campus is simple and quiet, the sky blue water is good in the morning, and the birds are swept through the air...... So there is a different kind of autumn scenery, beautiful.

On this late autumn morning, Jingcheng University was sensationalized by two newspapers.

The original manuscript of the paper book "Real-Name-Report";

The roots, sources, and explanations of the book "Real-Name-Letter" - but more, it is aimed at the shortcomings of the innovation of the university's economy, which is concise and concise, brilliant, and quite ancient, but the words are like a blade, and the blood is a sentence with blood, and its meaning is sharp, and people can't help but feel chilled and heartbroken, as if they were stabbed by a sharp sword, panic and anxiety, for themselves, for the school, for the situation, for the ...... Author of the newspaper.

The signature is not hidden, Yang Jingbin!

The college, the nature of the work, the position, and the age are all clearly written.

Originally, this kind of critical artillery writing is not uncommon on the campus of Beijing University, especially in the triangle. However, Yang Jingbin's identity and position are destined to arouse more people's curiosity and cause greater repercussions in the newspaper written by him. What's more, the content of these two newspapers is extremely sensitive, bold, shocking, and penetrating.

Among the examples of the people, the name is not loud, the position is not high, the power is not heavy, the surname Xu is an advanced person, with a sesame official hat, a small position, wanton accumulation of wealth, exercise of power, blatant, arrogant.

The newspaper pointed out in a very shocking manner: "A glimpse of the whole leopard, the place of the palace and the place of the school has such evil deeds, what is the rest of the country? In this case, there is no certificate, forbearance is ignorance, and the way of the university is like teaching people to value power, educating people to give priority to profit, trickling into the school, muddy and evil dirt flowing out, harming people if they are small, misleading the people if they are large, shameful for the country and the body, and harming the country and the body if they die......

The teachers and students of Beijing were dumbfounded.

The villain's harm is not shocking enough, the key is where does the villain come from?

Yang Jingbin's sword injured not an individual, but the entire sky.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

A well-known scholar once said that "there is no trivial matter at Jingcheng University" - in modern times, Jingcheng University has had too many major events that shocked the world.

It is precisely because of this that the people of Beijing are proud, the people of Beijing have always been high, dare to despise everything, talk about everything, and really have the anger of "the spirit of the book business, scolding Fang Xuan, pointing the country, stirring up the words, and the dung of the Hou ...... of ten thousand households back then"!

Hearing the news, the school leaders were so shocked that they hurriedly held a meeting to discuss countermeasures, but they did not dare or could not tear up the two newspapers - Beijing University is full of outstanding students, and the stupid behavior of wanting to cover up and have no silver here will only make things darker and darker, play the opposite role, and arouse the students' rising spirit.

Yang Jingbin, this is a rod that pierces the sky!

How could he do that?

It's too disregardful of the whole picture!

Wu Qingui, who heard the news, sighed three times before leaving the house in a hurry: "Jing Bin, Jing Bin, why are you so hard?"

The most ruthless thing about Yang Jingbin's sword is that his sword aura has provoked everyone's hypocritical mask, so that all those who are angry at his behavior cannot openly and honestly accuse him and refute him -- there is also such a sonorous sentence in the newspaper: "If you encounter injustice and do the right thing, you will go all the way to the point and finally let you go back to the original point, and ask you again, what about it? If you draw your sword for the crown and use blood to flow the road, and you have the right path but you can't do it, why do you deliberately be angry and short-sighted and hurt the overall situation...... What should I do?"

Every sentence is reasonable, and every sentence is ruthless.

Every word is sobering.

Oh, yes.

The world is like this, and there has always been a lot of helplessness in the world.

In just two or three hours, the incident spread rapidly and fermented - on the campus of Beijing University, almost all the students were discussing Yang Jingbin, discussing the content of the two newspapers, discussing the various topics of danger and sensitivity, and even more, they had already begun to scold Fang Yu angrily, using the pen as a knife and the word as the arrow, enthusiastically asking for the book to be posted in support of Yang Jingbin, and some people raised their arms and shouted, calling on everyone to gather in the triangle and swear to protect the two newspapers from destruction, and some began to think about what to do together... ...

The response speed of the school is quite fast, it is a veteran and famous school, and it has considerable experience in the handling, prevention and control of such incidents - quickly report to the superiors, the faculty and staff hold emergency meetings to assign tasks, the teachers and students of various faculties and departments hold meetings, the faculty and staff enter the dormitory to talk to the students, and request the police to send additional police forces to station, etc., and many measures are taken at the same time.

In the entire Beijing University, there was a rumor of soldiers and trees, but it was still boiling with hot youthful blood.

A young fat man came to the South Street Business District Management Office.

Xu Xianjin was sitting on the sofa in the office, his eyes were red, he was scratching Xie Ding's head vigorously with one hand, and smoking one cigarette after another with the other.

He was drunk last night, and he was still sleeping at home at eight o'clock, he was woken up by the ringing of the phone, and when he picked up the phone, he angrily vented a few words of getting up, and after listening to the hasty and anxious narration on the phone, Xu Xianjin suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, jumped up and hurriedly put on his clothes, and his face was not washed, and he rushed to Beijing University as soon as possible......

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to come forward, covering his face with one hand for fear of being recognized, and fled back to the office like a lost dog, locking the door.

What to do?

That Yang Jingbin is crazy!

Xu Xianjian, who is almost fifty years old, has personally experienced many events in Beijing University, and knows very well how terrible these students of Beijing University are when their scholarly anger erupts, and when the waves are turbulent, when they calm down, how terrible things will happen in the short process!

Worse than a few dead!

Xu Xinjian's whole body trembled, and his lips kept shaking.

It's over, it's over, it's going to be over......

Yang Jingbin!

You bastard, Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will die...... What are you trying to do with a bastard? Even if you can really kill Lao Tzu, you can survive this monstrous wave? If you fucking survive, it's better to live than to die!

Besides, Lao Tzu's little sin will not lead to death!

What are you, you, what are you trying to do?

At this moment, in the entire corridor of Xu Xinjian's office, it was quiet, and there was not even a figure.

There are a few offices next to it, and there is no one left.

In everyone's eyes, Xu Xianjin was already a dangerous source of plague - the farther away from him, the better!

Wen Shuo, dressed in a camouflage military training uniform and like a migrant worker, knocked on the door of this office with a black leather shoulder bag on his back.

"Who?" came Xu Xinjian's frightened voice from inside, trembling.

"I'm Wen Shuo......" Wen Shuo deliberately lowered his voice, looking cautious: "I have something to find you, let's talk about it." ”

There was silence for a while.

The door slowly opened a crack.

Xu Xianjian, whose eyes were red, stared at Wen Shuo, and then looked around to make sure that no one was following, and then he showed a surprised and vigilant look: "You, what are you looking for me?"

"Go in and talk. Wen Shuo was cautious.

"Oh, oh......" Xu Xianjin was a little confused for a while, but he felt that Wen Shuo seemed to be here to help me?