He could understand acting together with Lu Mingfei, but what about following the arrangements?

It's like the emperor came to the general and said, I'm going to send you and the general manager Lu Eunuch to wipe out the rebels. The general naturally knows that Eunuch Lu is watching over him as a supervisor. He has to fight the war himself, but he takes the credit.

People go there, but they still can only receive orders and express gratitude.

But the problem is, now the emperor says that I will send you and Eunuch Lu to wipe out the rebels. This time Eunuch Lu will be responsible for charging into the battle, and you will cheer for him from behind and provide him with logistics...

Are you trying to kill Mr. Lu?

Does the school have a problem with him or with Eunuch Lu?

"I understand." Chu Zihang said concisely and concisely.

He doesn't like to argue, and as the saying goes, he is responsible for taking action after the teacher decides.

Chu Zihang stood in front of the mirror, his face as cold as iron. After taking off his contact lenses, a golden shimmer like a will-o'-the-wisp flickered in his pupils, revealing a ferocious look like a demon.

If you look directly into his eyes at this time, you will definitely fall into eternal hell.

Lu Mingfei?

He is familiar with this name.

But this familiarity does not refer to his S-class "prestige" or the shot he took on the first day of freedom, but to a scene he once witnessed in Shilan Middle School.

The rain pattered on the window, and the playground was completely white.

The heavy rain was unbelievable. The weather forecast said that a typhoon was coming. The rain was pouring down and the thunder was loud.

It was not until later that he realized that it was the arrival of the king.

The coming of the king will inevitably be accompanied by the wrath of heaven and earth.

That day, the football field was full of ruts and the turf was turned to pieces. Almost everyone was picked up, except for myself and a junior high school student who was rejected by a female classmate.

The junior boy squatted under the eaves, staring blankly at the torrential rain, watching the car that refused to carry him slide silently into the rain curtain, until even the taillights disappeared completely in the rain curtain.

He saw him stand up, his neck crooked, his head drooped, and he slowly walked away along the eaves, too weak to see.

Chu Zihang saw his back, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Maybe I could give him a ride.

It's a pity that the poor kid didn't wait for me to stop him, so he wrapped his head with his coat, ran into the heavy rain like a fierce man, and ran away in embarrassment, his back looking lonely like a bereaved dog.

That was the first time Chu Zihang heard the name Lu Mingfei, and he has never forgotten it since.

It wasn't until I entered Kassel College that I heard this name again.

Only then did Chu Zihang realize that it was also the sorrow of blood.

It turns out that during those years in Shilan Middle School, there was always a boy who looked like me.

The reason why he has never forgotten this boy over the years may be because he recalls all the details of that rainy night every night, or maybe because the boy's embarrassed back that day was exactly the same as his own on the rainy night...

Chu Zihang turned around and pushed open the closet door, pulling open the extended tennis bag lying in the corner. The handle of the knife wrapped in black mackerel leather was close to the racket.

He held the handle of the knife and unsheathed it for an inch. Iron-green light splashed out, and cold breath rose rapidly along his wrist.

He held the knife, as if he had returned to that rainy night six years ago.

Chu Zihang slowly closed his eyes.

Every moment of my relationship with that man flashed through my mind frame by frame.

…

On that night.

They were all lost dogs.


Chapter completed!