"Nothing happened today?" I tentatively asked, hasn't my neighbor's death been exposed yet? Even if the monster, or the ghost, directly devoured him alive, it would have to leave a little blood and a strange smell, and after more than half a day, someone should find out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Lao Li thought for a while and said, "No, what's wrong?" ”

"Oh." I answered, no longer spoke, I couldn't help but be horrified in my heart, if there was a corpse or similar traces, it should have been found a long time ago, and it would have been rumored to be boiling and popular, it is impossible for Lao Li not to know, since he doesn't know, it can only mean one thing.

The monster or ghost was so cruel that it didn't leave a trace, and that's the most plausible speculation I could think of.

Lao Li was silent when he saw me bowing his head, and he didn't ask anything more.

A few minutes later, I got on his beat-up motorcycle and drove in the direction of the school, the cold breeze calmed my still hot head, I still couldn't think of any effective countermeasures, I didn't have the charm that would convince people to run away with me, I could only do the same thing with that neighbor, with violence?

However, with my small size, I have no hope of using violence, and if I had not taken it by surprise, my neighbor would not have been able to be quickly subdued by me.

What to do?

The time to think always passed quickly, and before I knew it, Lao Li's motorcycle had already carried me to the school gate, and more than a dozen classmates turned their heads to look at me when they heard the sound, and then turned around and continued to walk towards the school, instinctively turning back, I have put an end to this habit.

After getting out of the car, I said thank you to Lao Li, Lao Li stuffed ten yuan in my pocket before leaving, I looked at him with some doubts, but what I received was a pair of calm eyes and silent silence.

I nodded silently, stopped talking, turned around and walked to the commissary next to the school gate, after buying two pieces of bread and a bottle of water, I walked to the school, Lao Li knew that I hadn't eaten, so he gave me ten yuan, I turned my head to see that the place where his motorcycle was parked before was now empty.

He was gone, I looked at the bread in my hand, felt my nerves' desire for it, and firmly remembered Lao Li.

He was a good man, ten times better than anyone I had ever met, even on par with my father, and far better than the teachers at school with a false smile on their faces and the students who chose people based on their academic performance.

In the school, I didn't walk a few steps, the class bell rang, I didn't hurry to eat two breads, drank half a bottle of water, and then went upstairs and walked into the classroom, as I expected, the teacher didn't have any expression after seeing me, I have long been accustomed to it, at this juncture, who would care about a student who has no hope of being admitted to even a third-rate university?

In less than half a second, the teacher quickly entered the state and beckoned the other students to open the XX scroll, and they also quickly lowered their heads and looked at the scroll intently, for fear of missing a little, only Su Xiaomeng, glanced at me with an inexplicable gaze, and also lowered his head and stared at the scroll tightly.

I walked to the corner of the last row of the classroom, sat down, took off my shirt, covered my head and went to sleep, I needed enough sleep to recuperate, or rather, to escape from reality, only in my dreams did I feel absolutely free and safe.

Yes, security, the disdain of the past, and even some hope that one day a world war would break out and kill a large number of scum and social moths, all disappeared, and I seem to understand a little bit of what the political and language textbooks mentioned about those who are fighting for freedom and truth and the most basic human rights are doing.

For the most instinctive needs of living beings, it is also the most basic, the truth that should not be deprived, and the truth that should live forever in the world.

Survival, better survival, better survival, those great people, although the starting point is different, but their end point is the same: for the survival of mankind, better survival.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I was very powerful, and the more confused my mind became, and I seemed to hear a mockery from an unknown place, mocking me as an ant, and even if I knew, what was the use, my mind was not very clear, and I tried to fight against the voice, but it never worked.

I fell asleep, my consciousness shifted into subconscious mode, and my brain's mind began to fly and release stress.

I don't know how long it took me to vaguely feel something touching me, and I immediately woke up, quickly took off the clothes covering my head, and looked at the thing that touched me.

It's my front desk, a scumbag who is a little bit scummy than me.

"Head of Year is coming!" He tilted his head slightly and whispered quickly.

I immediately understood what he meant, but I just wasn't happy! Maybe it's because the pressure of life and death is too great, or maybe there are still some unruly things in my heart that I don't know, or maybe it's because of the cranky thoughts before going to bed that make me understand something.

I don't know if I've really understood anything, or if I've been blinded by a deeper haze, but I know that I should act instead of sitting still and waiting to die.

So I went back to sleep with my head covered, ignoring the anxious teacher's gaze on the podium.

In a moment, I heard footsteps, and the head of grade walked out of the classroom window on time, and as he usually did, he inspected the learning of the third year of high school, and then, he saw me, I couldn't see him, but I could imagine his expression.

Anger with a hint of hatred is not made of steel? Or rather, only anger and deep contempt, and I never sensed any hatred from his terrible expression and sharp methods.

He walked in through the back door, and everyone in the classroom was looking at me, knowing that their gaze had stopped, and they were looking at me, and I lifted my clothes from my head and looked at the head of grade's gloomy face that seemed to drip out with sleepy eyes.

"Hey, buddy, you have twenty more years to live, you know? You're only in your early thirties today, tsk, you're short-lived! Is it because you have offended too many people? I glanced at the illusory numbers jumping above his head and mocked.

I didn't lie to him about twenty-five years to live, but he seems to have misunderstood my intentions.

He slapped him and slapped it, I dodged sideways, he fanned the air, looking at his surprised look, I didn't think I would hide, right? It's no wonder that his slap, three or seven hundred people in height, no one dares to hide, at least no one I have ever seen dare to hide, I can be regarded as a precedent, right?

"Really, I didn't lie to you, I don't believe you to tell fortunes." I smiled and stimulated his noble and inviolable self-esteem.

"Follow me to the office!" After he finished speaking loudly, he looked at me with a vicious expression, as if he was thinking about how to torture me for a while, and I might have been really scared when I saw this expression in the past, and then followed him over and was beaten for a few minutes, right? But I, who have already died once, and who are haunted by this death game, will I be afraid of this?

No, not at all, and the pressure between life and death, presumably, what is he?

Moreover, I have no reason to use it as a basis for my corporal punishment by him, who else does not know this? Everyone is not stupid, but because they are not stupid, they will not resist, after all, school students are always a vulnerable group, and I understand this.

But I couldn't accept it, never to, and now, I have the courage to accept it.

"No, no."

"I've never seen a student of you so disrespectful to your teacher, you know... (300 words omitted)"

"Oh." I don't want to change everything, no matter what he says, I just won't go anyway.

He was suddenly angry, asked me for my parents' phone number, what did he say to invite parents to educate me together, looking at him with an arrogant face full of swearing, I wondered, who is the one who needs to be educated? I turned my head to look at the other students, and although they didn't speak, I could feel the sense of exuberance and identity.

He finally left, and after leaving, I looked out the window, sat down again, and went back to sleep, and some people said that if a person dies and is resurrected, he will become timid, and some people think that he will become bold, I think it is possible, I am the latter.

Is this a manifestation of self-abandonment and uncherished life? I don't think it is, but I feel a bone marrow pleasure that I should do it, and I did it right.

I began to look at my own destiny, and I thought, I can't let my fate go on like this, I can't, I shouldn't choose suicide or escape, that's useless, I think, I should at least fight, what else do I have but my life and my dad? I couldn't lose either of them, and I finally realized that there was only one path ahead of me.

The only one.

Resist to death.