Han Li fell heavily to the ground again.
He took two deep breaths and propped up his upper body with his palms on the floor.
Two drops of hot sweat dripped from his forehead and nose bridge in succession, leaving two dark marks on the ground, like a pair of eyes of different sizes staring at him silently.
An indifferent voice came from above:
"stand up."
Han Li raised his eyes and looked upwards.
The young man folded his arms, looking down at him condescendingly. The swaying light above his head blurred the outlines of his facial features, but Han Li could still feel the gaze fixed on him.
Han Li instinctively sensed danger, and a faint shiver and chill ran up his spine inch by inch.
But it seemed as if something was burning inside his chest, like a burning charcoal rolling over and over in his chest cavity, letting the hot flames burn through his tendons, bones, and blood vessels to his limbs and bones.
He reached out to hold on to the wall beside him and stood up with some difficulty.
Shen Kong stood beside him with his arms folded, squinting his eyes nonchalantly: "Are you coming again?"
"Come."
Han Li wiped the sweat from his face and answered decisively.
The next second, before Han Li could see the opponent's movements clearly, he felt a huge impact force pressing him against the wall. He subconsciously wanted to fight back, but the opponent was so slippery that he could not catch him at all. The only hands and feet he could move were tightly gripped in the next moment, and he could not move in an instant.
The opponent's elbow pressed against his throat. Han Li had no doubt that with a little more force, his larynx would be easily crushed.
As long as the other party wants.
His heart was beating violently in his chest, and the feeling of suffocation in his throat made him dizzy. The winding sweat dripped into his eyes, causing him a needle-like pain.
Han Li had hired a private coach to teach him self-defense, and the other party had indeed held back, but... the brutal and deadly moves, as well as the rapid beating and pounding of his own heart, seemed to clearly tell him that the two were completely different.
Han Li raised his eyelids with difficulty and looked at Chen Kong who was restraining him.
The moment their eyes met, Han Li felt his breathing stagnate.
In the blurred vision, the other person's eyes are so clear——
Sharp, cruel, vivid, and fierce, it was as if facing the blade of a knife, stirring up the instinctive fear and trembling in the heart, as if sharp claws tore open the chest, leaving a bloody wound, and tightly grasped the heart that was still warm.
The man looked at him with his eyes wide open from the basement filled with the smell of disinfectant eight years ago. In a trance, Han Li almost had the illusion that the man suddenly jumped out of his memory.
It was like seeing the silver-gleaming blade still bearing traces of his own dried blood from years ago.
His mind was extremely confused, and he had a strange feeling that time and space were disorganized.
Shen Kong noticed that something was wrong with Han Li, so he relaxed his grip, helped him sit down, frowned, and asked:
"Are you okay?"
Han Li was still immersed in the strange illusion in his mind. He shook his head in confusion, his voice a little hoarse due to the compression of his throat:
"No... I'm fine."
The wrinkles between Chen Kong's brows deepened. He remembered that he had deliberately avoided the old injury on Han Li's knee. Could it be that he was injured accidentally?
He sat down on the spot, slid his palm to Han Li's knee, and pressed with his fingertips with hidden power, trying to find the cause of the disease.
Han Li was burned by the warmth of his palm, and his consciousness was finally pulled back to reality.
He raised his eyes to look at Chen Kong who was squatting not far in front of him, and was a little dazed for a moment: he hadn't noticed before... Cheng Chen's hair color was light brown with a chestnut tint. Under the light, it looked like it was coated with a layer of light gold. It gently wrapped around his cheeks, like the fur of some small animal. It looked soft, which made Han Li curious about what it really felt like.
The light above his head was glowing a warm yellow. The young man in front of him had his eyes lowered. His long eyelashes cast shadows on his fair cheeks, and they fluttered slightly as he blinked, like the wings of a butterfly flapping its wings as if it was about to take flight.
Han Li fell into deep self-doubt again.
Just now……
Is it an illusion?
Shen Kong found no signs of damage, but had no intention of going on. He got up from the ground, opened the refrigerator door, and took out two cans of cold beer.
He threw a can to Han Li.
Han Li, who was still daydreaming, subconsciously caught it. His hands were chilled by the cool metal shell of the beer and he was instantly awakened from his thoughts.
He looked up at Shen Kong, only to see that he had pulled a chair and sat under the window.
He was slumped lazily in the chair, tilting his neck back to pour wine into his mouth, without any sense of danger or threat.
Han Li hesitated for a moment, then reached out to pull the ring of the beer bottle. Snow-white foam instantly gushed out from the narrow mouth of the can, and he was caught off guard and was soaked all over his body and hands.
Chen Kong let out a gloating and evil laugh, like a childish ghost who had succeeded in a prank.
Han Li got up from the ground somewhat helplessly, took out a tissue from the tissue on the table and wiped his clothes and pants.
He looked at Chen Kong who was laughing happily, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Han Li's other hand was still holding the cold beer can. His painfully cold palm was filled with water droplets that had condensed on the metal wall and slowly flowed out from between his fingers. A chilling coldness rushed up from his palm and his heart seemed to ache a little.
It's a weird feeling, but not unpleasant.
The two men drank a can of beer in silence.
Shen Kong used a little force with his palm to crush the empty beer can, making a harsh sound. He turned his head and looked at Han Li:
"It's quite late, you should go."
As he spoke, he stood up from his chair, walked to the sofa, picked up his schoolbag that was thrown on it, stuffed it into Han Li's hand, and gave him a kind smile: "By the way, don't forget to do your homework."
A minute later, Han Li stood in the narrow and dark corridor, feeling a little dazed. He turned his head and looked at the door that had not yet been closed.
Chen Kong was standing with his hand on the door, with his back to the light. The warm yellow light was shining from behind him. Han Li couldn't see his eyebrows clearly, only his vague outline.
Even his voice seemed to come from far away, low and unreal:
"I hope you've learned enough this time. After all, I didn't do anything ruthless this time, but others may not be so cruel."
After saying these words that seemed to carry a profound meaning, Chen Kong loosened his hand that was holding up the door and let the door close by inertia.
“Click.”
Locked and fell down.
The young man's figure was hidden behind the door along with the warm yellow light, leaving Han Li alone standing in the dark and cold corridor in a daze. He looked at the closed door thoughtfully, threw the backpack in his hand onto his shoulder, and then turned and walked downstairs.
As soon as I closed the door, the system's voice rang in my ears like a death sentence:
"It is detected that the correctional officer's behavior is not conducive to the correction of the three views of the target task. Please correct the rash behavior!"
Chen Kong had now developed patience with the monotonous and boring metallic sound of the system. He threw himself into the sofa and replied lazily in his mind:
"Didn't I tell you that if you want me to stop being passive and lazy, you have to agree with my teaching methods?"
He took out a cigarette, put it between his lips, and lit it.
The system's voice was still the same as usual: "The target character is the villain in this book. Transmitting a ruthless style of behavior to him will not be conducive to completing the mission. The mission cannot be completed. The correction officer's points will be reset to zero. You..."
"Okay."
This time, Shen Kong did not answer in his mind, but spoke out loud.
His voice was light and faint, as soft as the smoke dissipating in the air, but it seemed to contain some kind of deafening and terrifying chill:
"When will you understand that I am only willing to cooperate because I want to."
He shook off the cigarette ash, his pair of light-colored eyes half-closed, the bottom of his eyes were as quiet as the wilderness, and there was an inorganic indifference under the light.
"There are so many people in the world who have positive values and overflowing love, but you chose me - an outlaw who is a million miles away from your purpose. I don't want to delve into the hidden truth, nor do I want to figure out what went wrong in this so-called book world that made you do such a desperate thing and forced me to complete the task."
Chen Kong leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs:
"I am an extreme hedonist. I like all exciting and interesting things. So I am willing to take your losing task, not because I am afraid of death. If I cared about my life, I would have retired long ago, understand?"
He casually flicked off his cigarette ash:
"So - I hope this is the last time you threaten me."
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