The boy who was sitting in the corner suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp gaze pierced out like a sword. Several boys in front of him took a step back in shock, and one fell down because he was unsteady on his feet.
Compared with the other children, the boy's complexion is darker, his face is rather childish, and his facial features are delicate, rather than thin.
But because of this, it looks more angular.
Moderately thick lips, and deep light brown eyes under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, now exuding a power that was completely inappropriate for his age.
And he is Lang Hua.
"Who are these people in front of me, and where am I?" Lang Hua wondered.
Finally, he recognized that the muscular boy with fat head and big ears in front was Chen Hua. Because this name was hidden in the deepest part of his childhood memory, he couldn't recall it easily.
The only thing that puzzled the young man was the expression on Chen Hua's face. Feeling both ashamed and angry, anger finally took over.
He has seen this look on the faces of many people, and it is often the look that appears when the interim leader of an organization tries to save the face lost in an accident after some event beyond their control.
I am ashamed of being frightened and losing my temper, and I am ashamed of having shame. In the end, in order to cover up or vent, I have to get angry.
Although the boy has always believed that this is the most childish and ridiculous behavior, which is boring and wasteful, the time and energy wasted will undoubtedly reduce the survival possibility of the individual and even the team. And any unwise behavior will become a breakthrough for death in the end of the world.
As expected, the boy named Chen Hua yelled: "Hey, you! Why are you staring at me? It seems that what I did just now didn't make you remember anything!"
But there were other children around him who grabbed him: "Goodbye, Brother Hua. He even fainted just now."
"Yes, yes, if there is too much movement, the dean and the nursing staff will come."
The more Chen Hua was held back, the angrier he became. He thought to himself: "Damn it, if I stop now, doesn't it mean I'm afraid of this kid? He looked like he was crying when he was touched just now, but why are his eyes so scary now?"
Chen Hua was afraid. That scrutinizing gaze seemed to see through his own skin, flesh and bones, which made Chen Hua's heart feel chilly.
"These idiots", as long as no one stops him, the more people hold him back now, the more he can't stop.
"Ah. Hua...Brother Hua, that bastard has a nosebleed."
The young man leaning against the wall realized that they were talking about him.
"Dean, nurse aunt? So here...but why? Is it a dream or hallucination?"
Lang Hua raised his hand and wiped it, his hand became sticky red, and his head became more and more dizzy.
"Good opportunity, give him one more chance and I will achieve my goal." Chen Hua broke away from the arm of the person next to him and reached out to grab the young man.
But no one expected that the young man grabbed the arm in a flash and threw Chen Hua against the wall.
"You damn bastard..." He could no longer continue. A slender arm that was obviously that of a boy grabbed his throat and lifted him up against the wall.
The palm stuck at the throat is much stronger than it looks.
Little by little, the palms of his hands tightened, and Chen Hua's face gradually turned red.
He wanted to scream for help, but found that even with his mouth wide open, no sound could come out.
He was afraid and began to tremble. He seemed to feel death approaching - this person would really kill him! Help, help...someone help me.
Lang Hua smiled unexpectedly: "Chen Hua? Hello, Boss Chen."
He fully remembered that he had indeed lived in such a place in those earliest years, even if he still did not want to recall this dark time.
The "King of Kids" who almost wet his pants in front of him was named Chen Hua. In those years, he had been very upset with himself because of the similar names.
If Lang Hua remembers correctly, this would be May 31, two years before the catastrophe.
And if Lang Hua remembered correctly, a person was about to appear.
He slowly let go, and Chen Hua slid down the wall like a fish with its backbone removed.
As for the reason for such a strange association, it may be that he looked very much like an ordinary pre-catastrophic catfish as he breathed air with lingering fear.
And this kind of stupid and harmless look never happened in the age of disaster, so Lang Hua felt a little nostalgic.
Those equally stupid "followers" are just children, who have long been frozen in place.
Lang Hua reached out and patted Chen Hua's fat face and said with a smile: "If you cry, I will kill you."
"No, don't kill me. I won't cry, I won't cry."
"That's so good." Lang Hua raised his collar to cover his red neck, "Don't miss the meeting tomorrow. Hahaha."
After saying that, Lang Hua lay down not far away and cried loudly.
Just three seconds later, a woman walked into the activity room.
"What are you making the noise about? Who is that? Stop crying. Where are you mourning?" The woman was wearing a nurse's uniform and her sharp voice suppressed her cries. "Originally, I wanted you to have a good meal for tomorrow's meeting. I Forget it, I'll cut your dinner in half today! It's better to feed a dog than to feed you little bastards."
In the impression of the female nurse, Lang Hua, who was crying in the corner, was introverted and cowardly. It was common for him to cry when he was bullied by other children.
As long as there are no big problems, she never bothers to care.
After the female nurse left, Lang Hua stood up and patted the dust on his pants.
He walked up to a child, kicked him to the ground, and punched him without any explanation.
Lang Hua looked at him jokingly: "You just wanted to tell the truth, right?"
"No, no, I didn't mean to..." Having heard through his heart, the child looked at him in horror.
"Taking nonsense will kill people." Lang Hua leaned down, lifted up his collar and said, "Do you think if you are killed, will anyone doubt me? Will they doubt the person who is often bullied by you? On the doormat?"
Lang Hua said, turning to look at the other children and laughing gently.
Unfamiliar looks, sudden events, and threats of death impacted the nerves of several boys. That smile looked more like a devil's smile to them, and the blood around Lang Hua's mouth made them even more horrified.
The timidest boy who had fallen before had tears in his eyes and desperately covered his mouth to prevent himself from crying.
If you cry out, you will die.
"No, we won't say it." Others also spoke.
"This is the best." Lang Hua then walked out the door. Before going out, he turned around and smiled, "By the way, bring your dinner to my room tonight. I think you should also You can’t eat it.”
