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"Have you heard that Wang Qiang, a senior in high school, was arrested by the police!"
Early in the morning, as soon as Le Jing came to school, he heard the "explosive" news from the enthusiastic front desk. He looked away from the textbook, pushed his glasses, and showed a proper surprised expression to the excited front desk: "Ah, really?"
"Of course it's true, it's been spread all over the school!" There was a lively and cheerful boy at the front desk. Because of his popularity, he was able to find out a lot of true and false news, so he mysteriously lowered his voice to Le Jing He whispered: "It is said that it was because of robbery with a knife."
Le Jing gasped in cooperation, his expression was even more frightened, and he muttered in a low voice: "I never thought that Wang Qiang could do such a bad thing"
"I didn't expect this. You know that guy Wang Qiang. Many students in the school have been blackmailed by him By the way, I remember you were blackmailed by him before?"
Le Jing pursed his lips uneasily, forced a smile and said, "Hehe said he would return it to me."
"Tch, you're the only one who believes this kind of thing." The front desk pouted, with contempt flashing in his eyes, and he asked impatiently, "Isn't your father a policeman? You haven't heard any inside information." ?"
Facing the shining eyes on the front table, Le Jing suddenly realized that this was his purpose. He was still wondering why the front desk, who had only just nodded his acquaintance, would take the initiative to talk to him today.
Le Jing lowered his eyes in embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "I, my dad never tells me about work."
The front desk's attitude towards him became colder to the naked eye, and he quickly turned around and chatted with other students.
?With his keen hearing, Le Jing clearly heard how the front desk complained to others about him¡ª¡ª"As soon as I heard his stammering tone, I became angry."
"He is obviously the son of a policeman, why is he so cowardly?"
"So cowardly, Wang Qiang deserves to bully him before."
Le Jing turned a page of the book and laughed silently
Just because he is the son of a policeman, he must be "cowardly".
He is so cowardly, that's why no one will have anything to do with Wang Qiang's imprisonment, right?
It was Wang Qiang who committed the crime, and Le Jing was the perfect victim, wasn't he? Even his father couldn't find any clues about him in this matter.
He glanced out of the window casually. If anyone saw his eyes at this time, they would be shocked. Le Jing, who has always been submissive in the class and has a low sense of presence, hides cold eyes without any waves and stagnant water behind his bangs and glasses
Lejing's high school is a key local high school. Although his home is in the city, he still chooses to live on campus, and only goes home on weekends. Today is Friday, and it is already half past nine in the evening after the evening self-study and school, and it is completely dark. It was ten o'clock when he rode home.
The light in the living room was still on, and Mr. Le Zhengye, his great and just police father, was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cloud, and there were a dozen cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table.
"I'm back." He looked up at Le Jing with a gloomy expression, "Sit down, let's chat."
Le Jing sat down on the small sofa farthest from his father, fear and apprehension appeared on his face just right, he straightened his back nervously, lowered his head, his eyes were covered by his bangs that were too long, and he could only hear his whisper "Hum" sounded.
"Wang Qiang, as the leader of a robbery group, robbed you with a knife in a public place like a bus. The nature is extremely bad. This time he will be sentenced to at least ten years in prison."
Le Jing's shoulders flinched, he quickly raised his head to look at his father and then lowered his head, "I, I know."
"Because you are underage, the police will help you conceal your personal information for my sake, and newspapers and other media will also avoid reporting on you, so you don't have to worry about possible follow-up retaliation."
"Well I see." He raised his head and showed a cute smile to Le Zhengye. His amber eyes were contemptuous but reassuringly cowardly and flattering: "Papa, please worry about me, thank you."
Le Zhengye snorted coldly, and looked at Le Jing with sharp eyes, "Is this all planned by you?" It was obviously a question, but in a declarative tone.
Le Jing was confused: "What are you talking about? I don't understand what you mean."
Le Zhengye's sharp eyes met the doubtful eyes of the young man like a knife: "Wang Qiang robbed you with a knife on the bus, what did you do in the middle?"?? Does not affect reading.
?Because Lejing in this world is still a high school student, his personality is younger and vigorous than Lejing in "Bookstore", and to a certain extent, he is also a bit more mediocre.
Although he is an anti-social personality, Le Jing is not a murderous perverted character. He has his own bottom line and perseverance in his heart, which new readers can rest assured.
The next world is the Overhead Republic of China, a summary in one sentence: Writing novels through the Republic of China ww
The following is the author's usual groaning about the time, getting nervous late at night, you can ignore it.
I am poisonous, and I always write when the three-dimensional is particularly busy I am approaching graduation, and the monster named reality makes me breathless, my neurasthenia worsens, and I suffer from insomnia all night long. I took a test a few days ago and found that I am now severely anxious and prone to depression.
After finishing writing "The Bookstore", I thought I was healed, I was already healthy, but unfortunately I didn't. The two monsters of anxiety and depression have been wandering in the ocean of my subconscious mind, and the slightest sign of reality will wake them up.
I know that I should work hard now, I should work hard for the future, I know, I know, but I can't do it.
I lost enthusiasm and desire.
Every day I just lie in bed, afraid of socializing, afraid to go out, let the wave of self-loathing engulf me, and then open my eyes again until the early morning. The students all have their own directions and goals, and they are all working hard for the future and the future. Only I am a lump of mud and a waste.
Think I'm too lost? Yes, I'm just sad. Think I'm moaning for nothing? Maybe. I hate who I am now.
Writing these is not to sell misery - I don't need your sympathy, I just use this to lead to the reason why I wrote this book - to escape from reality, in order to build a perfect Taoyuan Township in the spiritual world.
It is also to find something for myself to do, so that I will not be cranky, and make my time meaningful.
My positioning for this book is a cool article, without connotation and depth. I wrote this book just to cheer myself up, so you should not have any expectations.
Escaping is shameful but useful.
Just as long as you like the book, don't like the author. The author is a hot chicken, not worthy of your liking.
I believe that my readers are gentle, kind and lovely people. I am a terrible adult myself, but I still hope that you can become excellent people, the kind of people you want to be when you were young, I hope you can Always be treated with tenderness by the world.
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