Chubby lay on the ground and thought a lot, and the grievances in his heart slowly turned into monstrous hatred, recalling the scenes he had experienced over the years, his life was simply not as good as a pig and a dog.

Xiaopang admits that he didn't love cleanliness much before, but it's definitely not like now, but since the death of his parents, he has tasted all the joys and sorrows of the world, and he has also seen the warmth and coldness of people, and he has become more self-defeating.

Estranged from family affection, bullied by friends, and hopeless love, why, why is this happening? Why does everyone bully themselves? Why doesn't anyone treat him as a human being? In the eyes of others, he is just a pig who is bullied by others, and no matter how humble his posture is, it is useless to please them.

Chubby was heartbroken, how he wished he could be like Zheng Dao. Zheng Dao is the male protagonist in a Xianxia novel "Seeking the Soul of the Dao" that Xiaopang recently bought in the thrift market, which tells the story of Zheng Dao, a rural boy who embarks on the road of cultivation in order to find his wife's lost soul, and slowly learns many unknown secrets in the world.

This "Soul Search" is very quaint, like some years, Xiaopang is a book lover, especially like these ancient books with years, most of these books have been handed down, not only the content is more real, but also has a high collection value, maybe there will be unexpected gains, Xiaopang took it back and immersed in it.

As soon as Zheng Daogang entered the sect, he was taught the Great Gong Method and became a master second only to his master. Xiaopang hopes to get such an opportunity and never have to be bullied by anyone again. But the illusory thing is illusory after all, and everything in reality needs to be faced by yourself.

Lying on the ground for two hours, the tears have dried up, Xiaopang finally moved, he wiped the last tear from the corner of his eyes with his muddy hands, he secretly swore in his heart that this was the last time he shed tears in his life, how many tears he shed today, he must let those who bullied him pay with blood.

Chubby endured the pain and slowly stood up, walked into the bathroom of the dormitory, slowly unscrewed the switch of the shower, did not adjust the water temperature, but screwed the switch to the end of the direction of the cold water, and let the cold water wash over his aching body.

Every time the water ran through his wounds, he spasmed all over his body, but the more he did this, the more determined his face became, the muscles on his face twitched, and his teeth clenched. Holding his hands on the wall, Chubby stared at himself in the mirror with a grim expression.

The originally simple and lovely face gradually lost its previous humble appearance, shrouded in a layer of frost that could not be melted, which made people daunting, and the eyes also lost the cowardly look of the past, and the cold eyes made people shudder and difficult to look at each other.

Rinse off the dirt on his body, Chubby stood on the ground and waited for the moisture on his body to dry naturally, he didn't dare to wipe it with a towel, because there were many wounds that he didn't dare to touch. Slowly putting on his clothes, Xiaopang walked out of the door step by step.

Xiaopang did not go to the clinic to have his wounds tied, nor did he go to the cafeteria to replenish his strength, but went straight to the supermarket outside the school. After lingering at the door of the supermarket for a long time, Xiaopang still didn't have the courage to walk in, he was afraid that he would be interrogated if he bought a kitchen knife in the supermarket, and he would suffer if he couldn't bring it out.

After thinking about it for a while, Chubby decided to go to the hardware store to get a kitchen knife and come back. Xiaopang picked a remote place to walk, spared a lot of roads, and finally fell in love with a small hardware store in a remote alley, and there was a thin old man about sixty years old sitting at the door of the store, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Fatty pretended to be okay and walked over to the hardware store, the old man looked at the business, hurriedly stood up and welcomed Fatty in, and asked with a smile on his face, "Young man, what do you want to buy?"

Fat asked in a low voice, "Boss, how do you sell kitchen knives?"

The little old man hurriedly went to the shelf and took down two kitchen knives, turned the one in his left hand and said, "This is an ordinary fifty-one." Then he looked at the one he was holding in his right hand and said, "This is a better eighty-one, which one do you want?"

Fatty hesitated slightly, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Bring me a handful of eighty." ”

The little boss said happily: "Come on, young man, don't worry, my knife is absolutely resistant, what are you going to do when you buy a knife?"

Xiaopang was a little flustered by his question, and replied casually: "Kill, kill pigs." ”

As soon as he heard about killing pigs, the little boss laughed out loud, stopped looking for the wrapping paper, and said suspiciously: "Young man, don't make trouble, you have to use a pig-killing knife to kill a pig, that is a narrow knife, poke it in first to bleed the pig, what is the use of you buying a kitchen knife, you can also cut off the pig's brain with a knife." ”

Seeing that he was going to be a goof, Xiaopang immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly corrected: "Oh, no, no, I, I am, buy it for cutting vegetables at home." Boss, you're helping me sharpen my knife. ”

The little boss turned around, looked at the kitchen knife, and said, "Young man, this is a new knife, it is very sharp, is it necessary to sharpen it?"

Xiaopang nodded affirmatively and replied, "Grind, you must grind it sharper." ”

The little boss shook his head helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "Okay, you can just take a look." With that, he turned on the electric grinding wheel and began to sharpen the knife.

Chubby stared at the sparks from the grinding wheel and the knife, his eyes were full of excitement and perseverance, but there was also a hint of worry.

After a while, the little boss sharpened the new kitchen knife, took it in his hand and looked at it, nodded and handed it to Xiao Pang.

Xiaopang also looked at it after taking it with his right hand, but how could he understand this, that is, pretending, he rubbed his left thumb on the knife lightly, and immediately was cut a thin wound, Xiaopang knew that the knife was indeed very sharp, looking at the blood oozing from his fingers, he nodded with satisfaction.

Fat held the kitchen knife in his right hand, raised his right leg again, stretched out his left hand and bent down with great effort, his left hand groped in the shoe of his right foot, and after a while, Fat finally pulled out a wrinkled hundred-yuan bill with the smell of his sweat and feet under the shoe, and handed it to the little boss with some embarrassment.

Xiao Fat's movements had already stunned the little boss, and when the bill drawn from the sole of his shoe was delivered to him, the little boss smelled the smell and almost didn't spit it out, and his upper body couldn't help flashing back. The muscles on his face twitched, and he frowned and said, "Little, young man, can you change it for me, this, this money smells too big." ”

Xiaopang replied a little embarrassedly: "Uncle, I'll just take this one, I still thought of such a way to stay, or it would have been snatched away a long time ago, or it would be good, and the money would have been left for you." ”

The small boss is also in the middle of nowhere, and the business is not good, and finally a customer really doesn't want to let go. can only say ruthlessly: "Okay, for the sake of you being the first customer today, the deal." After speaking, he directly took the money box and asked Xiaopang to put the money in, he really didn't have the courage to touch this very flavorful banknote.

Chubby happily took the kitchen knife out of the hardware store, bought a newspaper at the mouth of the alley, and wrapped the kitchen knife tightly with the newspaper in order to hide people's eyes, and then walked to the school with confidence.