The system's mechanical sound is a frantic alarm in my ears:

"Beep! It's detected that the correction officer's behavior is not conducive to the correction of the target mission's three views. Warning! Warning! Correction officers, please don't act rashly!"

The rain wet Chen Kong's face and flowed down his drooping eyelashes in strands. His expression remained unchanged, and he replied sarcastically in his mind:

"You are really funny. You are still insisting on the so-called correct three views. Your correctness is just to reject heresy. Why are you pretending to be a savior?"

The monotonous voice of the system continued to ring without stopping, making Shen Kong's head hurt. He sneered and replied:

"Repay evil with justice, repay kindness with kindness, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, how can this not be the correct three views? Since you don't agree with it, why do you ask me to be this stupid correction officer?"

The system's voice fell silent, and it was unknown whether it was persuaded by Shen Kong or gave up on correcting it.

Chen Kong was too lazy to care, he just raised his eyelids and looked at Han Li standing beside him, and said: "Aim three inches below the knee, hit from behind, don't worry, you won't be injured."

Han Li silently raised his eyes to look at Chen Kong, his wet face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and his eyes looked as dark as the abyss. Just when Chen Kong thought he was not going to take action, he lowered his eyes, raised his palm, and struck hard at the place where Chen Kong had pointed just now.

Zhang Meng screamed miserably, rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

Chen Kong gently let go of his hand, watching Zhang Meng curl up and fall into the mud without support, and asked gently:

"In the future, you should judge others by your own standards. Remember?"

Zhang Meng's body and face were covered in mud. He nodded frantically as he retreated, wishing he could be a million meters away from Chenkong.

Chen Kong smiled indifferently, stepped over the people lying on the ground, bent down to pick up the wet schoolbag and umbrella lying in the water, and then walked away along his original route.

He had just taken a few steps when he suddenly recalled the plot content that the system had previously transmitted to him, and a rare sense of compassion arose in his heart.

Shen Kong turned his head to look at Han Li and asked, "Is there somewhere to go?"

The rain had gradually subsided, and the raindrops became sparse and small. Han Li raised his hand and wiped his face, hiding the gloom and anger in the depths of his eyes, then slowly shook his head.

Chen Kong regretted his words as soon as they came out of his mouth, but the matter was settled, so he had to take a deep breath and said:

"Come on."

Anyway, his clothes were almost wet, and Shen Kong was too lazy to continue holding the umbrella. He just threw the wet schoolbag over his shoulders and walked towards his nominal home according to his memory.

Just now, while the plot was being transmitted, the system also transmitted the information of his temporary identity to him.

Similar to what he had guessed before, the name of this temporary identity was Cheng Chen. He came from a poor family, his mother died early, and his father was a gambler who basically never went home. He lived alone in a rental house near the school. Although he had good grades, he was introverted and timid, so he didn't have many friends in school. He was also a target of bullying, but because of the appearance of Han Li, those people shifted their targets, and Cheng Chen, who was afraid of being bullied, was forced to join this group, turning from a victim to a perpetrator.

In short, he is just a cowardly fence-sitter, which is not difficult to play.

It’s just… because of the momentary impulse just now, it’s probably not feasible for him to pretend to be the original owner in front of Han Li. However, Chen Kong doesn’t care much about it. After all, the purpose of his mission is to “correct the three views”. The character of a fence-sitter is of no help in completing the mission, so it’s better to show his true colors as soon as possible.

Chen Kong's pace was not fast, but definitely not slow either. Han Li was limping along not far away, trying to follow him. The two of them always kept a distance of several meters between them.

The rental house where he lived was not far from the school, and they arrived there in a short while. Chen Kong took out the key from his pocket and opened the door. He stepped aside to let Han Li in, and then closed the door behind him.

The rental house was not big, with just one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. Even after two adults stood in it, it still seemed a bit crowded. Fortunately, the room was kept quite tidy, so it didn't make people feel uncomfortable.

The tile floor was soon wetted by the dripping water stains from the two people. Chen Kong threw the schoolbag and umbrella covered with rain and mud onto the floor, casually took off his school uniform that was tightly stuck to his body by the rain, and then walked towards the bathroom with the sound of raindrops, without even looking at Han Li standing at the entrance. He just yawned and said as he walked:

"I'm going to take a shower, you guys are welcome."

Chen Kong took a quick shower very efficiently, and it only took him ten minutes to leave the steamy bathroom filled with hot water.

He was stunned and found that Han Li was still standing at the entrance. There was a pool of cold rain water under his feet, and water droplets continued to drip down from his clothes and hair. His bloodless face looked somewhat pale in the dim light of the living room. His pair of dark eyes were slightly drooping, his gaze fell on the ground. It was unknown what he was thinking, and he looked like a water ghost that had just been fished out of the lake.

Shen Kong frowned: "What are you standing for?"

Han Li raised his eyes to look at him, his clear voice was husky due to his voice change: "It will wet the sofa."

Chen Kong was not used to this situation. He scratched his wet hair in annoyance, turned around and took out some old clothes and clean towels from the closet, threw them all at Han Li, lowered his voice, and ordered coldly: "Go take a shower."

Han Li hurriedly caught the clothes thrown by Chen Kong, then walked obediently in the direction of his finger.

Chen Kong stared at his wet and disheveled back, and for a moment he felt as if he had picked up a drowned dog and brought it home.

He pressed his solar plexus with a slight headache, then collapsed on the bed, feeling deeply that he had made the wrong decision.

In the narrow bathroom, the small space was shrouded in orange light. The warm and humid steam had not yet dissipated, and the mirror on the wall with a missing corner was foggy.

Han Li put the dry clothes on the chair near the door, stretched his limbs slightly, and took off his wet and sticky shirt.

He was probably at the age of rapid growth, with his broad shoulders beginning to take shape, but his figure was still clean and thin like a teenager, and a thin layer of muscle covering his slender body, making him look graceful and powerful.

Han Li stretched out his pale palm and slowly wiped away the condensed water droplets on the mirror.

His blurred outline was reflected on the hazy mirror. His sharp and deep eyebrows showed neither anger nor joy. The innocent and gullible expression he had shown in front of Shen Kong disappeared without a trace like ice and snow under the sun. Only a hint of hostility remained in his eyes, and one could almost smell the dangerous and restless atmosphere in them.

At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated twice.

Han Li paused, then took out his phone. The still wet screen lit up, displaying the latest message:

"Brother Han, I heard that a few blind people blocked your way. Are you okay?"

His fingers moved nimbly on the keyboard: "It's okay."

The messages from the other side came back quickly:

"Very good!"

"Brother Han, you scared me to death. We just received the news. I don't know how they noticed you. We are now investigating who leaked the news."

"Where are you now? Do you need me to find someone to pick you up?"

Han Li closed his eyes slightly, his fingers carelessly stroking the screen of his phone, and replied, "No thanks."

He raised his hand and turned on the faucet. Steaming white mist instantly rose with the pouring of hot water, and the sound of water instantly filled the entire bathroom.

Han Li watched his face in the mirror become blurry again and curled the corners of his lips slightly.

The face in the mirror softened instantly, with a bit of innocence and childishness that suited his age, except for a pair of dark eyes that flashed a strange light.

He murmured in a low voice:

“I met an interesting person this time.”

The author has something to say: Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated me with nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: The main attacker likes to push down and force 1;

Thanks to the little angel who cast [mines]: The main attacker likes to push down and force the receiver 2; Is the cheap bomb stable? Lord Losco is very second-rate, Bai, Su Juan, and Xiao Hei classmate 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

Lin Sui'an 30 bottles; Su Juan 5 bottles; Meng All Lifetime 4 bottles; Abyss, Have You Finished Your Paper?, Xingyue 2 bottles; Qu Qianzou, A Man in Cat's Skin Wants to Raise Rabbits, Mango Pancake 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!