There are countless people in the world, and there are many people with the same fate. The only thing that people have in common is that they will all reach the same destination in the end.

After turning into a handful of yellow earth, the name describing the life of this person on the tombstone will vary from person to person. The same rice raises a hundred different people.

Before death, although the things people experience in the world are difficult to escape the marks of similarities, in the final analysis, each independent life has its own unique trajectory.

For example, Wen Shaohua, in the past twenty years, he has never hated anyone. Generally, he would step on anyone he disliked. For some masters who he couldn't afford to offend, he usually chose to take a detour. He lived a particularly chic life of bullying the weak and avoiding the strong.

The incident happened yesterday. An unidentified character suddenly appeared next to the goddess he pursued wholeheartedly. The key point is that this guy deserves to be beaten.

What's more important is that this guy who deserves to be beaten, who looks like someone who can be easily stepped on, actually made Wen Shaohua suffer two rounds of losses and was even admitted to the hospital!

"Boss, I think Zhao Yulin's guy is quite tough. Otherwise, let's not provoke him, right?" Li Xiaofu helped the boss out of the hospital. As a qualified follower of the new era, he considerately wiped the snot from Wen Shaohua's mouth.

"Damn it! I've lived for so many years, but I still don't know how to write the word 'tolerance'!" Wen Shaohua slapped away the toilet paper of his follower and said with gritted teeth: "There are a few people in Yanjing City whom I dare not offend, but that guy named Zhao is not qualified. He sent me to the hospital and made me catch a cold. If I don't settle this account with him, I won't be named Wen!" "

But boss, you have to use a crutch because of being beaten by Zhao Yulin, and didn't you catch a cold because you had a good time with the young nurse last night and caught a cold?" Li Xiaofu asked without knowing the truth.

"You are the one who talks too much! You are the one who talks too much!"

Wen Shaohua was so angry that he clenched his arms and gave his follower a few loud slaps in the face. "You are such an ignorant thing. I am so angry that I die if you follow me!"

Li Xiaofu felt wronged after being slapped. He didn't know why he was beaten for telling the truth, but he didn't dare to show it. He rubbed his cheeks and continued to say to the helper: "Boss, you saw it too. George Lam couldn't beat him. That kid is obviously a serious person. " He is a martial artist. Can we find someone who is better at fighting than George Lam?"

Wen Shaohua sneered, "There is no one in the school who is better at fighting than him. This time I am going to use some wild methods."

Li Xiaofu flattered him at the right time, "What tricks do you have?"

Hearing the word "again", Wen Shaohua's mouth twitched twice, and he said viciously, "Two fists can't beat four hands. No matter how good Zhao is at fighting, can he withstand a group of

people?" "He can withstand it, boss!" Li Xiaofu said with a grim face. Wasn't it a group of people who beat him in the toilet yesterday? In the end, it was useless. It was just that someone was beaten with them.

Wen Shaohua snorted coldly and asked, "What if the people who beat him all had knives in their hands?"

Li Xiaofu's face turned pale and he was shocked: "Boss, killing is against the law!"

"Don't kill him, but stab him in the face so that he will know that I, Wen Shaohua, am not that easy to mess with!"

"But..."

"But your mother!"

Li Xiaofu wanted to say that they were just students after all, and whether causing serious injuries would have too great a impact, but Wen Shaohua slapped him in the face and he shut his mouth.

"I've asked someone to check. Zhao Yulin just came back from abroad. He was able to enter our school because of his Sun family's connections. He has no background. I can afford to stab him a few times."

Wen Shaohua started to plan after making love with the young nurse last night. He didn't even sleep much. He was determined to get back at the lord. Naturally, he had already made up his mind.

Yanjing is a place with many people. There are countless playboys, big and small, but very few of them never cause trouble for their families. He happens to be one of them.

Being a second-generation rich man who squanders money is also a business that requires wisdom. Wen Shaohua strives for perfection in this way. The trouble he causes will not exceed his tolerance. Therefore, he is very confident that Zhao Yulin will go to the hospital tonight.

"Come on, follow me to Dewang Teahouse!"

After calling out to his little brother, Young Master Wen walked towards a Grand Cherokee with a cane.

...

A-choo!

As soon as he entered the teaching building, Zhao Yulin sneezed without warning, sniffed his nose and looked confused.

With his physique, he is basically immune to colds and has not caught a cold in ten years. After thinking about it, the only possibility left is that someone is scolding him behind his back, but he can't think of who it is, after all, he has had many enemies over the years.

"Student Zhao, you just got injured and instead of resting at home, you have to come to school to attend classes. You are really diligent." He Zimu came towards him, with concern in his words. Of course, this kind of concern is limited to the teacher's concern for his students.

Zhao Yulin had answered the same question too many times, and was too lazy to explain it seriously. He said perfunctorily: "Learning is endless. Listening to lectures requires using your brain but not your legs. It's not a big deal." "

Yeah, very good."

He Zimu, who was probably only one or two years older, patted his shoulder like an elder, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. Teachers like such studious children.

"Be careful when walking. Although it's only to the second floor, it's better for you to take the elevator. Lend it to me, your employer, because I have something to say to her."

After that, he took Sun Leling to the office.

Leng Hanshuang cared more about Zhao Yulin than Sun Leling. He Zimu had known Sun Leling for many years, so he naturally cared more about Sun Leling than him, a student who had just entered the school one day. He called Sun Leling away now, probably to show his concern for the situation of Sun Leling being kidnapped yesterday, and to see if she was injured.

Zhao Yulin limped into the elevator and went up to the second floor, then found a seat near the door and sat down. Then, he was immediately surrounded by his classmates. Everyone was chattering, asking about the incident at the school gate yesterday afternoon.

"Zhao Yulin, I heard that you fought with gangsters yesterday, is it true?"

"Yes, I was there. They say you are so powerful that you can even dodge bullets!"

"By the way, the beautiful girl you saved yesterday, is she your girlfriend? She is so beautiful!"

"Ah? You have a girlfriend?"

"New classmate, do you mind changing your girlfriend? If you don't want to change, do you mind having one more?"

"Zhang Feier, forget it. I saw Zhao Yulin's girlfriend with my own eyes yesterday. With that temperament and appearance, a strand of hair can kill you in seconds, okay?"

"Chen Feiyang, I will fight you!"

"No, no, no! I'm just kidding!"

Zhao Yulin, who had been living in a dark corner of a sea of ​​blood and corpses, was suddenly treated like a star. He was a little confused for a moment, and his eyes twitched unconsciously. According to his usual temper, if someone dared to bother him like this, he would have kicked the people around him a few times, but the group in front of him were the future buds of the motherland, and he couldn't bear it. He had to keep a stiff face and didn't know what to do.

"Stop making trouble. Classmate Zhao is injured and needs to be quiet. Can you wait until he recovers to ask anything you want to ask?" A man with glasses squeezed into the crowd, acting as a grass protector to stop the commotion and disperse the crowd.

"You?"

Zhao Yulin naturally recognized this person. He was the classmate who rushed to the men's toilet to help him fight yesterday and accidentally injured Lin Zixiang.

Yang Fan sat down next to him familiarly, leaned close to his head and whispered: "Brother Yu, now you have become a celebrity in the school. No! You are simply a god! You move around and dodge bullets in a stylish way. Now the campus forum is full of posts about you."

"Oh."

Zhao Yulin responded lifelessly. He didn't understand why this little glasses were leaning towards him so passionately.

There may be kindness from strangers in the world occasionally, but there will never be strangers who sacrifice for no reason. This truth can be learned by any adult without much experience. But yesterday, Yang Fan, the man with glasses, mustered up the courage to confront the school bully Wen Shaohua for him, which is itself a matter worth pondering.

"What do you want to get from me by approaching me?" Zhao Yulin asked in a cold tone, ignoring Yang Fan's excited description of the uproar caused by his heroic rescue of the beauty yesterday.

Yang Fan froze suddenly, his beaming expression frozen on his face. He only heard Zhao Yulin continue indifferently: "Wen Shaohua challenged me to a fight, and I thank you for reminding me in advance, but I'm just a new transfer student, and we have no friendship at all. You actually brought a stool to the toilet to help me fight. This has seriously exceeded the boundaries of a chance encounter. In other words, what you did for me was not normal."

The lenses of Yang Fan's glasses reflected the light, and his eyes could not be seen clearly. His mouth was open, but his expression was still dull and stiff, and he said nothing.

Zhao Yulin did not find such silence awkward, nor was he afraid that he had misunderstood other people's good intentions. He said in a deep voice, "I believe in fate. Some people like each other and can be friends when they first meet, but I don't believe that one person can make sacrifices beyond his or her ability to bear for another person when they first meet. I saw at the time that your hands and legs were shaking when you lifted the bench, which shows that you are usually afraid of Wen Shaohua."

Yang Fan lowered his head slowly, still without speaking.

Zhao Yulin recited the lines alone: ​​"Just because you were trembling and afraid, you probably had no ill intentions towards me, so I took the initiative to ask for it, instead of waiting for you to reveal your intentions. It's not too late to tell me what you want now, as long as I am willing to give it to you. After this time, no matter how much you beg or ask for it, I won't accompany you."

"I..."

In one minute, Yang Fan's spirit changed very quickly, from excitement to depression, his head almost shrank into his chest, and his sitting posture became extremely decadent.

"Be a man, be straightforward, say whatever you want to say, where was the momentum of rushing into the toilet with a chair yesterday?" Zhao Yulin's instinctive vigilance relaxed. He was basically sure that the boy sitting next to him had something to hide, but it would not pose a threat to him.

"Sure enough, it was discovered right away." Yang Fan sighed heavily, feeling a little disappointed, but also a little relieved.