Huaxia Region, Zhejiang Province, Ninghai City, Ninghai No. 1 Middle School, Class 81.

"Mu Chen... 70 points" The representative of the math class took a look, and then his face was full of joy, and he announced the score loudly, as if this was something worth publicizing.

"Hehe, this time it's revealed, this so-called little prodigy only scored 70 points, it's incredible. ”

"Hey, I heard that he used to get a perfect score in math every time, but this time it's so much worse than before, and eighty percent of it hasn't been copied!"

"Hey, the genius of the past is not going to decline, it's a pity to think about it. ”

The atmosphere of the audience, after a short silence, suddenly became noisy, and the sound of ridicule came from the corner of the classroom from time to time, and the eyes of the students were gathered in one place, and they looked in the direction of their eyes and saw only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

The young man's name is Mu Chen, he is wearing a washed and somewhat white shirt, and his immature face is very pale and temporary, even with a hint of sickly paleness.

The ridicule and questioning voices of the surrounding classmates clearly reached the young man's ears, but the voice like a sharp thorn did not make him change in any way.

Offstage, Mu Chen held his chin with one hand, looking out the window with blank and empty eyes, motionless.

Mu Chen and the surrounding environment look a little inconsistent, the classmates are dressed brightly, he is dressed ordinarily and even looks a little shabby, he has been smart since he was a child, known as a little prodigy, because his grades have always been ranked first, so he skipped a grade, only studied in primary school for four years, and was admitted to the city No. 1 Middle School, and a group of students who were three or four years older than him studied together.

Class 81 is a place where elites gather, where students have excellent grades, they have their own pride, and they have a lot of energy in their hearts, chasing each other, wanting to surpass their classmates and become the best people in their studies.

But since the arrival of this transfer student, the situation has changed greatly, since the first exam, whether it is language, mathematics and English, or physics and chemistry, have been occupied by this new classmate in the first place, from beginning to end, has never changed, in front of academic performance, that slightly thin figure, but like a huge mountain, standing in front of everyone, insurmountable.

In the long-term suppression, many classmates accepted this helpless reality after their efforts were fruitless, but a few narrow-minded people secretly hated Mu Chen in their hearts, and always looked at him unpleasantly, and after Mu Chen's math test scored 70 points, this jealousy finally broke out.

Ignoring those clown-like ridicule, those voices couldn't make any waves in his heart, Mu Chen carried out the 'he laughed at him, I didn't move' to the end, and after a while, the ridicule in the classroom also died down, as if it hadn't happened.

In the next class, Mu Chen also spent the time looking out the window with his chin on his head.

Time passed in a hurry, the bell rang for the end of the last class, and the students rushed out of the classroom with their schoolbags on their backs, leaving only a few people to clean up... and Mu Chen, who slowly cleaned up his books.

Mu Chen walked alone on the way home, he remembered Grandpa Du, an old man named Du Wei, the old man's thin body was a dark orange jacket that was old and faded all the year round, and there was an earthy gray bag hanging on his chest, and his back had become a little rickety because of his hard work all year round.

A bamboo pole, a pair of white sneakers blackened by mud, two pockets behind the shoulders, faintly visible through plastic bags, plastic bottles and jars, this is the impression that Grandpa Du left on Mu Chen before his death.

Mu Chen was originally an abandoned child, Grandpa Du saw him abandoned in a scavenging, so he took him back to his home, and after a long time of searching for the child's parents to no avail, he raised him alone.

Mu Chen also knew that it was not easy for his grandfather to raise him, so he studied hard since he was a child, and wanted to let his grandfather live a good life in the future, and he did it now, and his grades have always been the first in the grade.

But the world is unpredictable, a week ago, Grandpa Du went out to pick up waste as usual, because of years of labor and illness, suddenly fainted, was sent to the hospital by passers-by after the rescue was ineffective, and passed away!

After the young Mu Chen heard the news that his grandfather was gone, it was as if the sky had fallen, feeling that this was a joke made by God and himself, and he seemed confused and scared for a while.

Now in this vast world, I no longer have half of my relatives, and I am alone in the face of this world from now on.

Scenes from the past came to Mu Chen's mind.

"Drop, drop!" Suddenly, two tight whistles woke Mu Chen, who was thinking about the past.

"Boy, you're looking for death! Cross the street and don't pay attention to the traffic lights. A fat-headed and big-eared uncle stuck his head out of the car window and yelled at Mu Chen. Mu Chen knew that he was wrong, and after apologizing to him, the driver scolded and drove away.

Although Ninghai is a third-tier city, with the rise of real estate, high-rise buildings have risen in Hedong, which has led to the development of other industries. The Fengyu River serves as a dividing line, and a large number of migrant workers live in the slums of Hexi, forming a huge gap of "one side of the sky and one side of the land" across the river.

It was a rainy season, and the sky, which had just been sunny, was suddenly covered by dark clouds.

Pedestrians on the road quickened their pace, obviously afraid that the coming heavy rain would hinder their steps home, and Mu Chen also hurried to his home in the slum.

When passing by a small alley, I saw three unscrupulous teenagers dressed in colorful clothes and so-called "fashionable" out of the alley, and stopped Mu Chen.

Among the three people, Mu Chen knows two of them, among them, the young man with his hair covering his eyes is named Deng Qiang, and the person with the head of the pot is called Wu Ming, these two are the gangsters in this slum area, and they have bullied Mu Chen, while the other unknown teenager looks a little normal, just a look of killing Matt with the most dick of labor and management, which makes people have the urge to beat him.

"Mu Chen, how are you thinking about it? join us! Let's live in the slums together, and we don't have to burn our brains about mathematics and geometry in the future, and we don't have to worry about memorizing those massive English words, think about how beautiful it is!" Deng Qiang, a young man who is confused, tempted, when talking about geometry and English, there was a shallow hatred on his face, and it was obvious that he had been tortured a lot.

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Grandpa once said to Mu Chen: "Although we are poor, we don't steal, we don't rob, we don't fight, we study hard, and we will be useful to society in the future." Mu Chen has always remembered his grandfather's words, and has withstood the temptation and scare of those little gangsters many times.

"I'm not going to mess around with you. Mu Chen said to the three of them, his thin body stood upright in the wind, his immature little face looked flat, and his tone was very firm.

"Toast and don't eat and drink! Your poor ghost grandfather is dead, what are you afraid of?"

Hearing the three of them insulting their beloved grandfather, Mu Chen suddenly rushed directly to the three of them regardless of the consequences, and just when the four of them were in a mess, the long-brewing rainstorm in the sky finally came.

After the advantage of numbers, age and strength, this kind of fight can be described as one-sided abuse, and after beating Mu Chen, the three of them left in a hurry.

At this time, Mu Chen's clothes were tattered, blood was oozing outward from his forehead, he got up, dragged his body covered in mud and water, and limped in the torrential rain.

The drainage system in the slum seems to have no effect, and after a while the whole slum becomes a vast ocean, and Mu Chen lives in the lowest part of the slum, and the result can be imagined.

When Mu Chen stumbled out a key and opened the door, there was already more than ten centimeters of water in the room.

At first glance, there was no decoration in the room, even the lighting was a small tube on the construction site, and in addition to a wooden bed, there were only a few broken bowls and some kitchen utensils.

The rain leaked from the roof, but fortunately there was no leakage in the bed, Mu Chen took off his wet clothes and pants, washed his body with cold water, picked up a handkerchief to dry his body, put on the white clothes and pants that were washed on the head of the bunk, and turned over and got into the quilt.

Because of the sadness and anxiety of these days, Mu Chen has not slept well for a week, and the fight just now made him extremely tired, and he fell asleep for a while.

Mu Chen dreamed in a dream that he was three or four years old and followed his grandfather, farting and funny, and dreamed that his grandfather occasionally bought a little meat and came back to make a plate of braised pork, and always sandwiched the meat to himself, but he was reluctant to eat it. Drops of crystal tears spilled from the corners of his eyes and slid down his face.

Grandpa was very harsh on himself all his life, living in poverty, but he left his full love to Mu Chen, who was raised since childhood, although grandpa looked down, wandering on the edge of life, but his soul was prosperous and pure, and he interpreted the true meaning of love to Mu Chen.

May everything be beautiful in the heaven where grandpa is! This is the hope of Mu Chen's heart.

Just when Mu Chen was immersed in the dream, the wounds on his body were miraculously recovering, and they were intact for a while, like a miracle.

Mu Chen's chest slowly seemed to tear open, and the light was swallowed when it hit this tear, and at a glance it looked like a bottomless dark abyss, and suddenly, I saw a trace of light shining out from this abyss-like tear.

The light became more and more dazzling as time passed, and in an instant, a golden light source rose from his chest, this light gave people a soft, warm feeling, and the light source at this time seemed so ancient and sacred.

"I didn't expect this world to be so unique, and there was a technological civilization that was completely different from martial arts. The light source used the light to sweep the outside world, and then it made a sound.

Immediately, the light source emitted a more dazzling light, and the light was everywhere, penetrating into the abyss under the sea, a secret research base in country M, a military base, a cultural information center in country R...

After about a minute, the light from all over the world instantly gathered back to the light source.

"Civilization is really informative. A burst of words rang out over the light source.

At this time, the light seemed to be much dimmer than at the beginning, and the light source spiritually looked at the sleeping Mu Chen, as if it was examining and probing.

"It's time for you to go on your mission... Hey, is this...?" the light source said but looked curiously at the things on the table next to him, without much hesitation, the light source brought a gust of wind, and shot towards the tear like a rainbow, and at the same time disappeared the object on the table, but there was no crack in Mu Chen's chest.

Suddenly, the light in his body flashed, and Mu Chen disappeared in an instant, leaving only a wooden bed with residual warmth.

No one knew that on this rainy night, the long river of history stirred up a ripple, and the other world would change dramatically because of a teenager.