Jiang Rong's face turned red with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Shang Shaoheng!"
Shang Shaoheng also realized that the position he had just taken the photo seemed a little wrong, but he always blamed others and never himself. He said coldly: "What are you yelling about? Do you want to be hit again?"
Jiang Rong has never suffered such injustice in his life.
When she was at the Jiang family, Jiang Peihong would occasionally hit her, but that was just whipping her with a whip or a ruler.
Jiang Peihong beat her and never cared whether it would leave irreversible scars. Later, Jiang Ci took over the Jiang family and had the right to speak, and only then did he take over the right to discipline his younger brothers and sisters.
Although the eldest brother would beat people, it was just a couple of slaps on the hands, which was not very painful. Jiang Ci was much more tolerant in his teaching method. If they did the same thing, Jiang Rong would not be allowed to eat dinner, and Jiang Nian would be put in solitary confinement according to the family rules.
When she was little, Jiang Rong thought that this was Jiang Ci's preference for her, but now she thought that her elder brother was so smart that he must have seen that she was not the biological child of the Jiang family, so he was lenient with her.
After all, the deeper the love, the more severe the criticism. What does it have to do with him what Jiang Rong looks like?
Jiang Rong felt that Shang Shaoheng was definitely capable of continuing to beat her, so she shut her mouth in frustration and let Shang Shaoheng carry her into the instructors' dormitory building.
The environment here is much better than the candidate dormitory building. Most of them are single rooms. Shang Shaoheng kicked open the door and threw Jiang Rong directly on the bed.
Before Jiang Rong could recover from her shock, Shang Shaoheng had already placed a bowl of food on the table. He sat on a chair, crossed his arms, and looked at her coldly: "Drink."
Jiang Rong looked at the bowl of food on the table.
The pitch-black liquid exudes an ominous aura just by looking at it. Even Jiang Rong would believe that it is corpse-dissolving water.
"..." Jiang Rong cautiously retreated a little and said, "That's not right, Instructor Shang. I cooked you a delicious mushroom soup, and you gave me Dichlorvos?"
Not sure if it was Jiang Rong's illusion, but Shang Shaoheng's expression grew even colder. He said, "Stop talking nonsense. Drink."
Jiang Rong picked up the bowl of soup with trembling fingers.
It looked like DDT just now, and now it smells even more like it. It's hard to describe that weird smell, but if I had to say... it's a lot like mushrooms grown on straw that rotted and were then crushed and fermented in a dark and humid environment for at least three months.
This is not a bowl of soup at all, but a poison gas bomb.
[022.] Jiang Rong feigned composure: [What are the chances that the hero will give up strangling me and choose to poison me instead? I think given Shang Shaoheng's personality, killing me outright would be the only option. He wouldn't poison the soup, would he?]
022 said bitterly: [But he also likes to give people a taste of their own medicine.]
Ginger: [……]
Jiang Rong looked painful, looked away, and looked around the not-so-big dormitory.
There weren't many signs of life in the dormitory. There was only a suitcase in the corner, two pieces of clothing hanging on the clothesline, and the bed was covered with uniform army green sheets. The quilt was folded neatly, like a block of tofu cut with a knife.
"What are you looking at?" Shang Shaoheng asked suddenly.
Jiang Rong said sincerely, "I'm looking for something that can end my life faster. I always feel that being hanged or stabbed to death is better than drinking this bowl of soup."
Shang Shaoheng's expression turned even colder: "You don't want to drink, do you want me to learn your method of feeding you?"
Jiang Rong was stunned for about two or three seconds before he remembered that he had acted unethically in the examination room. In order to make Shang Shaoheng drink the mushroom soup, he fed it to him mouth to mouth.
"!" Jiang Rong immediately said, "I can do it myself. No need to bother you!"
She lowered her head and drank a sip with a fearless attitude, and her whole body was stunned.
Shang Shaoheng frowned: "What's that expression on your face?"
Jiang Rong murmured, "It's like his soul is leaving his body."
She has traveled all over the country for many years and has eaten countless strange foods from different places, such as bean juice, canned herring, Icelandic dried shark... She has been fortunate enough to try them all, and every time she tastes one, she would sigh how could there be such unpalatable things in her father's world.
But compared to this mediocre bowl of soup in front of him, the previous ones had to admit defeat.
She would have no doubt that it was made from Casu Marzu cheese.
At this moment, Jiang Rong finally experienced firsthand how strong Shang Shaoheng's desire for revenge was.
Shang Shaoheng stared at her expressionlessly: "Drink it up, don't waste it."
Jiang Rong's hand holding the bowl trembled slightly, and he looked at Shang Shaoheng with red eyes: "Song Yanzhen still owes me 500,000 yuan. After I die, tell him to donate the money to Hope Primary School. Oh, by the way, I still have 688.5 yuan in the interlayer of my backpack. That's all I have. Can you help me..."
Shang Shaoheng: "Are you leaving your last words?"
"You're not dead yet."
Jiang Rong: "I will die after drinking this."
Shang Shaoheng frowned: "Why are you so squeamish?"
He took the bowl and took a sip, then his expression changed and he swallowed it abruptly. He then stood up, leaning on the table and said, "...It's a bit hard to drink."
Jiang Rong: “A little bit?”
Before Shang Shaoheng could finish, the dormitory door suddenly opened and Nie Xi, who had changed his clothes and looked particularly handsome, walked in. "I heard from the logistics staff that you borrowed the kitchen in the cafeteria and cooked a pot of poison, planning to poison wild boars in the woods? Why didn't you ask me for something like this? I..."
After seeing the scene in the dormitory, he was stuck on what to say.
Shang Shaoheng was furious: "Get out."
Nie Xi: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I came at the wrong time and disturbed you, but can you take me with you when you poison the wild boar? I really..."
Shang Shaoheng looked at him as if he were a dead man: "When did I say I was going to kill the wild boar?"
"Huh? Then why did you cook such a pot yourself?" Nie Xi, with his sharp eyes, spotted the bowl on the table and shouted, "The evidence is all here! I see, you're planning to take this little classmate with you, but not me, right?!"
"Okay, Shang Shaoheng, why didn't I realize before that you value women over friendship?"
Shang Shaoheng exuded a low pressure, and his murderous aura was almost uncontrollable: "Nie, Xi."
"Okay, okay, being ostracized is my fate, I know that." Nie Xi said sadly, "I knew it. Ever since I joined the NSA, you guys have been working together to ostracize me..."
Shang Shaoheng twitched the corner of his lips: "I can still send you to hell, do you need it?"
"...No, thank you." Nie Xi immediately declined. He looked around and asked quietly, "Are you really not going hunting?"
Jiang Rong was full of bad intentions, and immediately rolled his eyes and said, "Actually, this soup is made by Instructor Shang himself. You should try it, it's delicious."
Nie Xi looked at the black substance and was a little skeptical: "...No way, this thing looks more toxic than paraquat."
Jiang Rong urged: "Don't judge people by appearances. The same goes for soup. Learn to discover its inner beauty. If you don't taste it, how do you know it's not delicious?"
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