Zhang Heng, a substitute player in the Olympic bow and archery competition, is a newcomer to the Zhongzhou team who has just entered this game.

Since he can become a substitute player for the Olympic Games, it shows that Zhang Heng not only has a high talent, but also has put in countless efforts and sweat in private. You must know that the people who can be selected for the national team squad are all killed from layers of selection, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is one in ten thousand or even one in a hundred thousand.

Zhang Heng is such a young man, he has been practicing archery diligently since he was a child, and he was successfully selected for the national team, which is already a high achievement at his age. But the lot of practice also led to a problem, and he did poorly in his cultural classes.

This problem is not a problem, after all, the sports students are almost nothing, but now the task given to him by the Middle-earth team is to copy books...... That's a big problem.

Zhang Heng, who has been copying books for a while, feels as if he has returned to his childhood, when he was just in school, he was punished by the teacher for copying English texts a hundred times because he was naughty. But that punishment would take hours at most, and now he had to copy it every day...... But this kind of task is better than going out to fight or investigating intelligence, so Zhang Heng has always persevered.

…… It's just that this insistence seems to be a bit long.

Zhang Heng felt that his right hand was about to be scrapped, and he felt as if he had entered that kind of black-hearted factory, and he copied it until he died, and then turned into dirt and became a name. No, there won't even be a name, because no one will remember you, no one will remember a little scribe, whether he is truly noble or a petty bourgeoisie, he is just a speck of dust in this world......

"Zhang Heng, can I talk to you?"

"Huh?"

Looking at Zhang Heng, whose eyes were blank and had turned into a ruthless copying machine, and even replying was a subconscious instinctive reaction, Yang Yun sighed and injected a stream of life energy into the poor person's body.

It's not that Yang Yun wants to squeeze Zhang Heng as a black laborer, it's that the Middle-earth team is too short of manpower, plus the use of all electronic instruments is prohibited near Hogwarts, otherwise Yang Yun will have to build a computer or typewriter no matter what...... But now, I have to grieve Zhang Heng.

Injected into his body by a stream of life energy, Zhang Heng hit a spirit, the soreness in his wrists disappeared, and his drowsy brain also woke up. But when the young man saw Yang Yun standing behind him clearly, he suddenly shouted, and the whole person fell from the chair and fell to the ground.

“…… Are you okay? ”

Yang Yun was stunned, although he had known that Zhang Heng had hemophobia and psychological shadows, but he didn't see blood? It was just a simple treatment of the inside of his body...... Why such a big reaction?

- It can't be that I'm showing some flaws, right?

- After all, no matter how wasteful this guy looks, he has the same name and surname as the positive one, so there is nothing special about it.

Yang Yun raised his vigilance while walking towards Zhang Heng, who was trembling on the ground, although his right hand was ready to draw his weapon at any time, but on the surface, he still planned to help him up: "Are you okay?" ”

For Yang Yun's approach, Zhang Heng suddenly trembled even more, but his condition was very strange. Not only did he close his eyes, but at the same time, he held his hands tightly behind him, exposing all the vital parts such as his chest and head, and he looked like he was waiting to die with his eyes closed.

Yang Yun looked a little strange, this posture was a bit too strange anyway, it didn't look like she was going to fight back, but it was more like the last resistance of a young girl in the flower season when she faced the hooligans who had no way to escape...... No way?

"Hiss......"

Yang Yun gasped, thinking about the strange performance of Ming Yanwei in the previous world, and looking at Zhang Heng's performance with his hands tightly behind him at this time, a bold conjecture couldn't help but appear in his mind......

……

"Have you calmed down?"

Yang Yun and Zhan Lan sat on one side of the table, while Zhang Heng was draped in a blanket and sat on the other side of the table with his head down.

Spiritual power is really a good means to calm emotions, after Yang Yun pulled Zhan Lan over and said her conjecture, she quickly let Zhang Heng's fearful mood return to normal. The mental power controller of the Zhongzhou team put on a look of a confidant big sister, and said with concern: "It's okay, we are all good people in the Zhongzhou team...... No one here is going to hurt you. ”

Yang Yun pushed a bottle of flame whiskey over and said, "Drink some wine to suppress the shock, I just went to Aberforth to ask for some calming drink, and he gave me this...... This might make you feel better. ”

"Thank you, this is my old problem...... Zhang Heng took the wine bottle with a wry smile, took a big sip of it, and suddenly a red tide appeared on his face, but he no longer had the pale face before: "I'm sorry, I scared you." ”

"It's okay, I didn't mention it before, but I just remembered today that when you first entered, you seemed to have a psychological problem like hemophobia. So I'm here today to talk to you, after all, you're part of our team. ”

Yang Yun saw that Zhang Heng no longer overreacted, so he said: "But from the perspective just now, it is obviously not that simple, although I know that the people who can enter the main god space are all people who are disappointed or even desperate in the real world, but if you don't mind, can you tell us what's going on?" ”

Maybe it was because the ten days passed safely, maybe it was Zhan Lan's mental power that calmed Zhang Heng's emotions, or maybe Yang Yun didn't make a move to hurt him...... In short, Zhang Heng took another sip of flame whiskey and began to tell his story.

The story is still the same story, just like the fate of fate, Zhang Heng and Ming Yanwei still met a group of hooligans in a small alley on a dark and windy night. It's just that this time when facing that group of hooligans, Zhang Heng mentioned his courage for the first time in his life, let Ming Yanwei run first, and then bravely fought with the hooligans-

In terms of Zhang Heng's physique and skills, after Ming Yanwei escaped first, he could have been able to get out safely after defeating the two hooligans, but his painful childhood experience and cowardly character made him unable to escape in the end. When Zhang Heng fell to the ground in pain, unable to move by the two hooligans, he heard the most terrifying sentence in his life......

"Damn, I didn't expect this kid to be pretty good...... Phew, the original target was that beautiful woman, but I didn't expect her to run away...... Brothers, there's still some time, give me a good hello boy! ”

And when Ming Yanwei was disheveled, and even a pair of high heels on his feet were thrown away, and he took the police to find Zhang Heng barefoot covered with blood, the group of hooligans had already left, leaving only Zhang Heng lying in the alley......

(End of chapter)