Chapter 390 Did you receive the letter I wrote

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The big boy fell heavily from the opposite concrete wall like a heavy object, smashing a wooden cabinet in the process.

He let out a howl, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground holding his chest. The other children looked at Han Xiping in horror, as if he were a vicious monster.

Two of them seemed to want to pounce on him, but they were both dealt with by Han Xiping's fists. Afterwards, there were seven or eight children lying in the room, and screams of pain came one after another. But strangely, this place seemed to be surrounded by something, and the sound could not be transmitted. There were people walking back and forth in the corridor, but no one ever tried to look here.

Han Xiping felt relieved.

But this is also normal. After all, when the little boy was abused, the dean was indifferent when he saw it, let alone other people.

Han Xiping ignored the little boy for the time being and walked up to the older boy. The older boy was fifteen years old, but his mind was more mature than a twenty-five-year-old adult, and he was also ruthless.

He still gritted his teeth and stared at Han Xiping with vicious eyes, but his heart was in so much pain, as if his ribs were broken, that he couldn't speak. But his eyes seemed to express one thing, that is, when he got better, he would not let this little fat boy go.

This time, Han Xiping looked much calmer, and it seemed that at the moment he made his move, he seemed to have grown up.

He started punching and kicking the older boy.

After a while, Han Xiping stopped.

He looked down at the big boy who was lying on the ground in a mess and had just spoken harsh words to him with a calm expression. He slowly let out the turbid air that was pressing on his heart. For some reason, he felt his shoulders relaxed a lot, and so did his heart.

He exhaled again, and this time he felt completely relieved.

Han Xiping put the lightsaber in his hand against the older boy's throat.

He still looked down at him, his voice cold: "My lightsaber is a high-tech product, it kills people without being seen. Besides, if you die, no one will seek justice for you, and no one will seek retribution from me, so I just need to stab you, and your death will be in vain..."

Then he applied a little force downwards, and the boy felt a burning pain in his throat. Faintly, he saw blood splattering out.

In an instant, he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. He was originally half-supported, but at this moment, he fell to the concrete floor with a thud. The back of his head hit the floor heavily, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted.

Although he was in pain all over, he was still holding on. This time, there was finally fear in his eyes. He looked carefully at the fat white boy. He was well dressed and in good spirits. He looked like a child from a wealthy family. He was holding such a high-tech product in his hand, like a weapon in a science fiction movie.

Being able to come here and come in and out freely, one can imagine that his identity must be extraordinary.

He was right. People like them who lived in the dust could crush him like an ant.

"Don't think you are great just because you are rich and powerful. If you want to kill me, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost."

Han Xiping sneered, his voice full of disdain, and asked coldly: "I carry with me good things to ward off evil spirits. Even if you become a ghost, you will be reduced to ashes if you get close to me. You still want to not let me go, what do you have to not let me go?"

"You...you...what do you want?"

This time the big boy was finally scared, and fear appeared in his eyes.

Han Xiping pressed his lightsaber downwards again.

Then he glanced in the direction of the boy sitting in the corner and asked the man, "Does that kid have a grudge against you?"

"……No……"

"Did he do anything wrong?"

"……No……"

The boy gritted his teeth, but the situation was stronger than him.

"Does he bully other kids?"

“…”

…

Han Xiping asked one question after another, and even didn't let the older boy answer at the end. He just asked many questions that he wanted to ask.

He was helping the little boy, but it seemed as if he was also helping his childhood self to ask questions in his heart.

They are all kind-hearted and good kids, so why should they be bullied?

Big beads of cold sweat dripped from the boy's forehead. Several other children tried to get up, but for some reason they fell heavily to the concrete floor after struggling for a few times. Some of them even fainted.

But still no one opened the door.

Somehow, the older boy suddenly recalled scenes from the past.

But this time the victim has changed to someone else, and it has become him.

He couldn't be sure whether the dean and the teacher would help him even if the door was opened, or would just walk away indifferently as before.

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After asking these questions, Han Xiping let out a long breath again. He came to the little boy and gently pulled him up.

I tidied up his messy hair and clothes, carefully avoiding the wounds on his body.

Han Xiping bent down, looked at the boy at eye level, and said gently, "Tell me, big brother, do you want revenge?"

The little boy still looked at him with wooden eyes, but he seemed a little more alert than before. The light was still there, but it was too weak.

His lips were tightly sealed and he said nothing.

Han Xiping was very patient. He pointed at the kids who bullied him and said coldly, "Look, this is what happens when they bully you. With big brother here, no one will bully you anymore. My name is Han Xiping, and you can call me Brother Xiping..."

Han Xiping said this in a very serious voice, but his heart was extremely heavy. He seemed to have grown up overnight and understood a lot.

The surrounding environment, scenes, and children's clothes all show that even if this is reality, it is a reality that exists in an illusion.

The clothes these people wore indicated that they were living in an era more than thirty years earlier than when he was born.

I don’t know if the dean from that time is still around, but the young teachers are now in their fifties.

As for these boys, remembering the illusion within the illusion, they should have all been burned to death in the fire, or maybe he was the only one who escaped. Now everything is unknown.

But what is certain is that this was not created out of thin air, it should exist in the real world, but we don’t know in which city it happened.

At this time, the little boy slowly raised his head, stretched out his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, which was also broken. The little boy was delicate and handsome.

Even though he was covered in wounds, you could still tell that he was very handsome.

But at this moment, he seemed unaware of the pain on his face.

He finally spoke and asked carefully: "Brother Xiping, you received the letter I wrote, right?"

(End of this chapter)