Chapter 7 Sudden Madness
Very out of the ordinary, very crazy, even a little crazy.
But so what.
Fang Ke finished smoking three cigarettes and thought slowly about whether he should go to school on Monday.
Once he gets there, he'll be able to see that person, the one whose name he still doesn't know.
If you don't go, that person will find your home.
Maybe the latter would be better.
Fang Ke stood there for a while, then called Wang Le on his new phone. His voice was still cold, but with a hint of impatience: "Send me the class schedule."
"What...what!" The voice on the other end seemed surprised.
"Class schedule!" Fang Ke clenched his fists. He was annoyed and wanted to find someone to punch, but unfortunately there was no one around, so he hammered on the door frame instead.
Ding-dong——
With one punch, the bell rang several times.
"Don't ask questions, just send it to me. I don't understand what you are saying!"
"Okay, boss, no problem, boss..." Wang Le hesitated for a moment and said cautiously: "Are you looking for a teacher you don't like and are planning to do it at a certain time..."
"..." Fang Ke glanced at his phone and forced himself to resist the urge to throw it.
He could help it, he used his left hand to hold the phone.
And this is the eighth mobile phone he has bought in a week.
Fang Ke took a deep breath.
Good fuck he held it in.
…
So one day and two nights later, on Monday morning, Fang Ke stared intently at the time on his phone as it jumped to 10:25: the time stipulated by No. 3 Middle School for the first class inspection by the head teacher to end.
As for why he looked at this instead of the class time, it was because he had the class schedule and didn't know which name belonged to that person, and what the hell that person was teaching.
He didn't go to school, didn't ask for leave, and didn't send any message to his class teacher.
It was intentional, not because I overslept or was sick.
One minute, two minutes...
After eight minutes, Fang Ke's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Why haven't you called him yet?
Should have called him.
Why, don’t fight.
Why?
Fang Ke began to grab his hair. After pulling out a few strands and causing a slight stinging sensation on his scalp, he slowly came to his senses.
What is he doing? Why is he so anxious? If he made the wrong choice, why not just choose another one?
Since the head teacher doesn't come to find him, why doesn't he go to find the head teacher?
Damn, I really lost my mind.
At 10:33, Shen Cinian stood in front of Fang Ke's desk and smiled lightly.
No one noticed that he was smiling because his eyes were chilling.
He didn't say anything, just stood there until the bell rang, then turned and walked away.
Nothing ever happens three times.
No one can be an exception here, except...
The so-called believer who betrayed him many times.
He could see through all the lies of that human just by looking into his eyes.
There are no secrets.
But at that time he didn't like to point it out.
He simply used his leather-gloved hands to slowly and soothingly rub the corners of the believer's mouth, and then smiled.
"You believe in God, but do you believe in karma?"
"Should I believe it?"
"You don't have to believe it."
The palm wind blows and the show begins.
He watched with interest as the little believer turned his head and his eyes gradually widened, as if he was about to rebel against the Lord and kill the gods.
He gently touched the puppy's head and said in a gentle voice: "You will have many more chances to betray me before you completely irritate me."
"I don't get angry easily, but you'd better take it easy."
Indeed, he doesn't get angry easily.
At 11:20, seeing Fang Ke rushing into his office without knocking, closing the door with his foot, causing it to make a loud noise, and kicking over the vase beside the door when he turned around without paying attention - perhaps intentionally - Shen Cinian, who thought he was very well-mannered, adjusted his glasses, and the movement when he turned off the computer was not light.
Although it wasn't very serious, it undoubtedly revealed that he was not in a good mood.
This is not a good thing - whether it refers to exposure or Fang Ke.
Shen Qinian sat back a little, leaning against the back of his chair. Unlike someone who was glaring at him, he said calmly, "Squad Leader, you are healed."
Fang Ke felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Before and after entering the door, his aura was as if he was leading thousands of troops to the gate of a city. After entering the door and seeing that person, it was as if he had instantly switched identities and became a lone soldier under siege.
He was a little embarrassed, not knowing what to say or do, so he just stood there coldly. After glancing around, he pulled a chair in front of Shen Qinian and sat down unceremoniously.
His heart was trembling, his fingertips were shaking a little, but he spoke wildly: "Your name."
As if interrogating a criminal. Shen Cinian narrowed his eyes.
"Speak, hurry up."
Clearly lacking confidence, Shen Ci Nian studied Fang Ke's fingertips.
"If you have paid attention to the class group," Shen Qinian paused, "of course, the premise is that you are in it."
"If you haven't, I wrote your name on the blackboard last week."
Fang Ke suddenly found that he could not control his shaking hands.
It's very unusual and very unlike his usual style.
What was his usual style? Fang Ke recalled that he should have grabbed the head teacher by the collar, lifted him up from his chair, and then threatened him with his fists.
These people are actually very easy to control. Just a little scare will scare them to death. They will never dare to point fingers at him, disobey him or say anything he doesn't like to hear.
But when Fang Ke wanted to use his old tricks, he found that he couldn't even lift his fist.
Why? Why?
He was a little anxious, and his fingers unconsciously scratched his thighs, as if trying to break free from some invisible control.
But, it's of no avail.
Shen Cinian simply placed his hand lightly on his right shoulder, and all his struggles were in vain.
The voice was still gentle and kind: "My pants are about to be torn. It's not going to be nice to go out like this."
As if with some kind of magic: "Stop, Fang Ke."
Fang Ke's movements came to an abrupt halt, and his eyes were blank for a moment.
That kind of invisible control is not anything.
It's him, it's the desire in his heart.
He longed, he longed for something, but he couldn't see clearly, he really couldn't see clearly!
So annoying! So annoying! So annoying! Why! Why can’t I see anything clearly!
After a brief moment of peace in the heart, there are stronger emotions.
Fang Ke felt like he might be going crazy.
He doesn't know what he wants or what he is doing.
He wanted a rope around his neck, but he hated the feeling of being roped.
He wanted someone to help him, but he would show his fangs to the person who helped him.
He might be ill, suffering from schizophrenia, split personality or something else. In short, he is about to be torn apart by his emotions.
Cigarettes... Cigarettes can save him, save his life...
Fang Ke was trembling all over, his lips turned pale, and his hand reached into his trouser pocket.
There is smoke there, there is fire there, just take it out, take it out, light it, light it, just light it, then take a deep breath, just one breath, one breath can solve everything, if not, then take a few more puffs, just smoke a few more.
It'll be alright, he'll be alright, just give him a cigarette.
Just a cigarette...
But his hand was held.
He couldn't get it. Even though he felt that he could definitely break free from the hand, he just couldn't do it.
Shen Ci Nian frowned slightly, “The gum is in the car, maybe you don’t mind coming down with me.”
"It's best not to smoke in public places. Besides, I don't like it."
Fang Ke didn't hear what Shen Qinian said before, he only heard "I don't like it".
What do I dislike? I don't like him getting mad, I don't like him not changing his ways, I don't like him... causing trouble.
Fang Ke suddenly wanted to shake off Shen Cinian's hand. It was true that he was a troublesome person, but it was not him who asked Shen Cinian to deal with his trouble. Although he did hope that Shen Cinian could deal with it, he had not opened his mouth yet, and he had not made any request. Everything was initiated by Shen Cinian. It was Shen Cinian who took the initiative first, not him who asked for it. No.
But he tried to shake it off several times and failed. Shen Cinian's hand was gentle and looked weak - at least it didn't look as strong as his, but it was like an iron clamp, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it off.
He knew exactly what this meant: absolute power suppression.
Fang Ke fell silent. He realized that the man in front of him could really suppress him. At least in terms of strength, he was completely defeated.
I feel a little unwilling and a little annoyed, but more of it is the joy of finding an oasis in the vast wilderness.
This man could hold him down, and that was exactly what he wanted.
This man was forcing himself upon him, and this was exactly what he had once fantasized about, wanted.
No, actually it’s a lot worse.
In addition to these, he also wants someone to love him without reservation, and wants someone to stand by him absolutely and unwaveringly, even if he does something bad. Behind closed doors, he can tell him in various ways that this is not good, and maybe he will listen, but in public, there must not be any trace of being biased towards others.
Actually, this person could be anyone. There was no target in the past. Anyone could come, even if they were pretending, before he could figure out anything.
But now, he desperately hoped that this person was Shen Ci Nian.
Chen Cinian didn't pay attention to what Fang Ke was thinking. He didn't care what Fang Ke thought, but he did hate the smell of cigarettes. That was the only reason why he cared about Fang Ke's life or death.
He unlocked the car door, opened the passenger seat, and motioned Fang Ke to climb in and get it himself.
Standing outside the car, leaning inside, searching for a can of candy. It was indecent and unnecessary.
But he didn't expect Fang Ke to pass by him and sit in directly.
For a moment, he was a little confused about the meaning of the other party's action.
Fang Ke was immersed in his own world. Just as Shen Cinian didn't care about his thoughts, he didn't care about Shen Cinian's thoughts at this moment. The only thing he cared about was how to get this person, how to make Shen Cinian devoted to him, so that he could use this person to satisfy his weird and cunning thoughts.
He didn't notice what he did, he got into the car unconsciously and even fastened his seat belt.
Shen Ci Nian looked at him silently. Between leaving directly and closing the car door before leaving, he chose the latter.
The latter appears more cultured.
Just as Shen Cinian was about to close the car door, a familiar reminder tone suddenly rang in his mind.
[Ding, it's been detected that player "Blue Sky and White Sun" hasn't entered a dungeon in many years. The main system has decided to arrange a trial dungeon. Don't worry, it will be a pleasant experience~]
At the same time, Fang Ke heard a prompt.
[Player Fangke, please note: The great main system, after consulting with the greatest and most bizarre God, has decided to give you one last chance. After passing this instance, all past grudges will be wiped clean. Be grateful, boy—]
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