Chapter 131 This chalk has the aura of a king
Chu Li was confused: Brother, did you recognize the wrong person?
"Why don't you talk?" The blond boy leaned on the sink beside Chu Li with one hand and said sarcastically: "Or do you really think that you have become a 'human' now that you have become the empress of the empire?"
"Number 7, you think too simply!"
Chu Li, who was inexplicably hit by the pool, looked at the madman who was talking to himself expressionlessly, and felt more and more that the boy in front of him was sick. He was so close, but he didn't realize that he recognized the wrong person.
The self-righteous young man naturally had no idea that the person in front of him had changed his mind. He was still talking to himself: "Number Seven, you are so lucky to be chosen to go to the Empire. The Empire is great, right? The emperor is quite powerful. Their people can't infiltrate the upper echelons of the Empire. No one monitors you, no one orders you around, and no one controls you."
"I really envy you. The five of us live in the Federation, under the eyes of those people. We can't do anything. Freedom? We have never been free."
At this point, the young man sneered, and his hand couldn't help but stroke Chu Li's cheek. The gentle movement was like stroking some treasure, which made Chu Li tilt his head uncomfortably: "Number Seven, do you know where Number Three is?"
His tone suddenly became gloomy, and his hand pinched Chu Li's cheek hard: "He's dead, he's dead!"
"Hahaha! Good death! After death you won't have to face reality anymore."
The boy, who was sometimes vicious and sometimes laughing wildly, was like a terminally ill mental patient, but Chu Lu remembered his words.
At the moment when he was held, Chu Lu did not move. His intuition told him that this person had no ill intentions towards him, and perhaps just wanted to express his emotions.
And what he said just now...
If you think about it carefully, if this person did not recognize the wrong person, then number seven refers to him, or the original owner.
After all, he does not have the original owner's memory, maybe the original owner is someone he knows.
Chu Lu's eyes flashed and his fingers moved. It seems that there is a problem with the original owner's identity.
"How did he die?" The boy lowered his eyes to hide the grief in his eyes, "He committed suicide, he committed suicide in front of those people, because his family no longer needs him, his parents, who he had been talking about for more than ten years, have a new child, and they no longer remember him."
Suicide?
Chu Li's pupils shrank, looking at the boy in front of him who could not hide his sadness, he grabbed his school uniform tightly, and a sense of sadness rose in his heart, and he didn't know who his heart was beating for.
The original owner also committed suicide on the night when the Jiang family sent the housekeeper, so he from a different time and space replaced "him".
"Number Three is so stupid. Those people are not worthy of him at all. How good it is to be alive! Even if you can't live freely, it's better than dying for someone who is not worthy."
The boy lost his initial aggressiveness. Instead, his confused face made him look a little pitiful. Tears welled up in his eyes, which was the pain that would never go away: "He said his name was Yin Junhui."
In the past ten years, the few people who had past memories never mentioned their names. The unique numerical code was their name.
But before he died, Number Three said his name.
Chu Li raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with emotions, and he suddenly wanted to cry. He obviously didn't know the Number Three mentioned by this person.
When Chu Li was in a trance, a hoarse but erratic voice came into his ears: "The Empire is great. If possible, live well in the Empire! Don't die."
Before Chu Li could think deeply about what this meant, the boy loosened his hand, stepped back a few steps, stood in front of Chu Li with his head held high, one hand on his waist, and pointed at him.
"Hey, No. 7, I'm Yang Huaixing from the first class of the Healing Department. Remember my current name. No. 6 is dead. Don't mention that name again." The boy's voice was charming and domineering, as if the person who was crying just now was not him.
Even if he lived under the surveillance of others, even if he was instructed by others to do things, even if he was controlled by others most of the time, as long as he could live and appreciate this world, he was willing to give everything.
"My name is Chu Yu, not number seven."
Chu Yu couldn't explain why he said this, but he just didn't like the name "number seven".
Being labeled with a number is like an item waiting to be sold.
"Beep!"
Chu Yu's computer rang. It was Chen Ke who found that he had not returned for a long time.
"I'm leaving." Yang Huaixing also realized something. When he walked to the door, he turned around and smiled: "Black hair is also good, blonde hair is too dazzling."
He who lives in darkness should not have blonde hair, but unfortunately he couldn't even decide his hair color.
"But in your case, blonde hair is very suitable."
People who have never seen the sun should live under the brilliant golden light.
Chu Yu stared at him leaving in a daze, and didn't even notice that the school uniform in his hand fell.
Blonde hair?
He touched his hair that had been dyed black and pursed his lips.
I'd better not dye it next time.
...
After a long time, Chu Yu came to the classroom door of the single soldier class wearing a dried school uniform.
After the door opened, Chu Yu entered the classroom with everyone's confused eyes. Because his thoughts were a little messy, he automatically ignored everyone, including the man in a suit on the podium.
"Student, you are late. I will punish you to stand at the door for ten minutes."
Thinking about what happened just now, Chu Yu regarded everything as the sound of the wind whizzing by, and he didn't hear someone's punishment.
In the eyes of the teacher, his absent-minded state was a challenge to his majesty. He raised his voice and said, "Hey, this student, I told you to stand in the corner, didn't you hear me?"
Absent-minded Chu Yu: (￢_￢) I really didn't hear it.
Noticing that some students were looking at him with mocking eyes, Teacher He on the podium was so angry that his face turned red. He was more and more sure that this late Imperial Academy student was trying to save his face. His peripheral vision swept
over the chalk on the podium. He was excited and took out a piece of chalk. With his rich experience of teaching and practicing shooting for ten years, he aimed, fired, and hit...
Huh? Didn't hit?
In the eyes of others, the black-haired boy turned around coolly, his black hair fluttered, and his right leg was raised. With a casual push, the chalk had to change its target.
Teacher He's pupils dilated, and he watched the chalk aiming at him in the opposite direction. His brain was active enough to think about running away, but his body was not coordinated enough, so he could only freeze in place.
The chalk was there in the blink of an eye, and his pupils were filled with the shadow of the chalk. He was so scared that he closed his eyes tightly and broke out in cold sweat.
He was just a liberal arts teacher!
Why did he have to go through such a terrible thing?
With a snap, Teacher He was startled and fell straight to the ground with his eyes rolled back.
It was over, he was going to die.
Over there, Chu Xi came to his senses and realized what a terrible thing he had done. He immediately took remedial action. A golden light flashed, and the chalk collided with the feather and fell straight to the ground.
He looked at the chalk on the ground, then at the unconscious Teacher He, and turned around to ask his good classmates in confusion: "Why did Teacher He faint? Wasn't the chalk cut off?"
Could it be that this chalk has the aura of a king?
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