My name is Zuo Liang, I was born in a lower-average family in Beijing, I have a mother who loves me and a father who always has a cold face but still cares for me in his own way. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Originally, we lived very happily, although the days were ordinary but very warm, we did not ask for meals from the mountains and seas, and the pickles were also very delicious. But all that changed with an acceptance letter.

I still remember how happy my mother was when she received her acceptance letter, which was the No. 1 College in the country. The first college has been going straight to university from primary school, and originally did not recruit students, but after the reform and opening up, it only slightly opened a hole, but it only recruited top students. Therefore, in addition to the children and grandchildren of the powerful and rich, there are also geniuses who rely on scholarships to go to school and have abilities far beyond them. To be honest, I never imagined that I would be able to get into the first college. Although my grades are not bad, I am relatively mediocre in all aspects, but except for being able to write one or two articles, I am not as good as those top students, and I am not a genius.

But I didn't think much about being hit by such a big piece of pie at the time, so I packed up my baggage and went to report. Looking back now, that was the beginning of my nightmare.

First College is the number one school in the country, and the students who come out of it infiltrate all aspects of this society, and all of them have achieved great success in their respective industries, and over time they form a network of relationships. My ideals are very low, and I don't have the consciousness to become a human being. At that time, my dream was just to find a good job after graduation and earn enough money to change a big house for the second elder who had worked hard all his life.

So I've always kept a low profile, even if I'm bullied. My idea is very simple, after the college entrance examination, I will go straight to the university, and I will be able to go out for an internship as a college student of the first college. As long as you write your annual essay well in advance, you don't have to communicate too much with those campus bullies. The current suffering is just the experience of a better life in the future, as long as you survive the past few years of high school.

With this naïve thought, I cowardly survived my entire high school life, even if I became the target of ridicule and bullying for the entire grade. Who knew that in the second half of the third semester of high school, an accident still happened. I'm dead.

I still remember the scene that day. It was a hot summer day, and I was hiding on the rockery in the center of the school's artificial lake, leaning against the willow tree and reading. I like to go outside to read, the gentle wind, the warm sunshine, and the books full of wisdom can help me let go of all my worries. The weather was sunny that day, and the sun shone through the leaves of the willow trees, and it was warm and comfortable.

But the tranquility was ruined. Some of my classmates, who had been the biggest bully, found out about my existence and smiled and offered to play a game with me. Please forgive me for forgetting their names, forgetting a lot of things after becoming a ghost, including my previous experience in the First Academy, what is it?Self-protection of consciousness?Is it called by this name?Hehe, it doesn't matter anymore.

Speaking of which, yes, games. They knew I couldn't swim and offered to throw me into the water and bet I could hold out for a few minutes. It's bad, isn't it? But games like this have been with me all my high school life, and I don't want to, and I don't dare to resist. Their families are all powerful and rich, and anyone can make me unable to live in the capital, and the cost of offending them is too great.

I thought that this time, as usual, I would be able to continue my studies when the young masters and ladies were happy. But unexpectedly, this time there was an accident. As mentioned earlier, I can't swim and want to climb up after being thrown into the lake. Who knew that I was kicked into the lake by a fat man who bet that I could last more than ten minutes. I was kicked and stumbled, my head hit the rocks that came out of the lake, and I fainted.

When I regained my consciousness, I became this demon. Isn't it ridiculous? Human life is fragile and not worth mentioning, isn't it ridiculous that I can lose my life for such a ridiculous reason?

Become a demon, or a water ghost in the lake. Spend all day at the bottom of the icy lake, surrounded by darkness. Longing to touch the sun, but being burned by the fierceness of the sun. I would wander around the lake every night, looking at the happy students, and the resentment in my heart grew day by day. Why do they have to live happily ever after, but I have to suffer such bad luck? Why do I have never done anything bad, but when I die, I have to become an evil ghost and have no peace? Why do good people not get good rewards, but wicked people call for wind and rain in reality? Why?

If it weren't for her, I would probably have been murderous and bloodthirsty in the torment and torture of the day, and fell into the devil's path. It can be said that she gave me a new lease of life.

The first time I met her that day, she was being pestered by several school bullies. I was killed by the school bullies, so I didn't have a good impression of them at all, so I decided to save people and scare them by the way.

I emerged from the water, floated in front of them, and before I could start moving, they ran away in fear. Therefore, the more wicked the person, the less courageous he is. Failure to resist can only be exchanged for greater torture, and as long as you dare to resist, the wicked will often break themselves. I was too stupid to know this truth before, and I would only suffer it silently, but now I know, but it is too late.

I didn't want to pay attention to this girl, she was beautiful, but to a demon, good looks mattered.

"Wait a minute. She called out to me, "I haven't thanked you yet!" she said.

"You...... No...... Fear...... I ......" I struggled to say word by word, and the demon had no voice, and the sound it released was as piercing as a knife on glass.

But she shook her head and said to me happily: "Thank you for helping me, we are friends, how can friends be afraid of each other!"

The word friend is far away from me, and I haven't remembered my former friend for a long time, she treats me as a friend! He is not afraid of me! My feelings became very complicated, and a resentful heart was torn apart in this way.

In this way, we became friends, and I learned that her name was Zhu'er.

The next few days were the happiest since I became a demon. We walked around the lake together, read books, discussed literature, and although most of the time it was Zhu Er talking and I was listening, I was still very happy. To put it in a cliché, she was like an angel sent by God to redeem mortals.

But the happy days were still too short, and after a few days, a man with immortal power came, and he just looked at me, and I felt a sincere fear, as if my soul was about to dissipate, but fortunately he just looked at me and left. Over the next few days, the number of people gradually increased, and several people in unknown uniforms and who looked terrible at first glance walked around the lake. I hid at the bottom of the lake and didn't dare to go out. They even put the person who bullied Zhu'er that day as bait, and I held back.

But I made an appointment with Zhu'er to meet in the library, and seeing that the time was almost gone, I finally couldn't help but go ashore.

Of course, they wouldn't let go after lying in ambush for so long, and they pulled out their guns and shot at me. I originally thought that the body of the demon had no body and would not be harmed by bullets, but I didn't expect that the bullets they shot out had charms painted on them, and they were carelessly dragged into a formation constructed of guns and bullets, I gathered again and again, and was scattered again and again, without the pain of dying in my heart, only a little regret, I didn't have time to say goodbye to Zhu'er.

Just as I was about to dissipate, Zhu'er and the man with immortal power suddenly appeared, disrupting the rhythm of their attacks and allowing me to escape. I remembered the agreement I had made with Zhu'er, and wondered if I could find them in the library, so I went over there, and just happened to bump into them who had escaped, and went home with them.

My body couldn't hold on anymore and could only be overdone. When he told me that it was only a quarter of an hour, I thought about a lot of goodbye words in my heart and wanted to say to Zhu'er, but I didn't say anything, so I silently accompanied her next to Zhu'er for a quarter of an hour. When I was taken away by Yincha, I looked back at Zhu'er, who was still crying, and silently blessed her in my heart:

Goodbye, beautiful and kind girl, may you always keep smiling;

Goodbye, beautiful and kind girl, may you always be simple and happy;

Goodbye, beautiful and kind girl, may you always be happy and healthy!

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