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- Fang Hua felt that his spine was going to be broken.
Originally, fighting was not something that a guy like me was capable of, but when he really wanted to come over, he could only follow the methods taught by those fighting seniors, one by one, grab the opponent and beat him to death, and two by one, grab one and beat him to death. Beat him to death, hit him three times, grab one and beat him to death.
If it¡¯s four against onejust run.
But those four people didn't give Fang Hua a chance to run away, so he grabbed one of them who looked relatively weak and beat him. He couldn't count how many kicks he received on his back. The person who hit him was actually He knew how to measure his position very well, so he didn't pick up the back of his head or lower abdomen. The area on his back was comfortable to kick, but it also made the other person feel pain.
??Besides, the only things Fang Hua sold to them were his back and butt.
This vicious fight ended with all four of them losing their strength. Fang Hua wiped off the footprints on his coat and dragged his body back home. There was a tightness in his chest and a fishy-sweet feeling in his mouth.
¡°Don¡¯t get kicked until you vomit blood,¡± he thought.
Fang Hua's physique is not bad. His thin and small body as a child did not leave any mark on him when he grew up. Although his body looks extremely thin, he is much stronger than his brother in terms of physical strength. .
The same is true for my own eyes. After my brother used the income from the martial arts gym to perform surgery on himself a year ago, his physique has been strengthened, and his eyes have also healed.
But it¡¯s only temporary.
His eyes can only regain vision briefly for three hours. After three hours, he will become blind again.
But these three hours have been very useful to him. Compared with the blind life of the previous decades, the days when I can see the light again can be called it. Heaven.
He went home, and his brother was indeed still in the martial arts gym and had not returned. The calm expression he had deliberately adjusted in front of the stairs was no longer effective. He closed the door, bent his whole body, and grimaced in pain.
Damn it, I'm afraid this is going to cause internal injuries.
There was still time to process the evidence, so he took a change of clothes and hid in the bathroom, turning on the heating lamp. A mist gradually began to evaporate in the bathroom.
When I took off my sweater, my shoulders made a squeaking sound. He groaned in pain.
Using a sweater to wipe off the moisture on the bathroom glass, Fang Hua carefully looked at himself for any traces of bruises.
After returning to his room, he turned on the fluorescent lamp and started doing his homework. At his brother's suggestion, he attended an amateur cram school. The exam papers in the cram school seemed to be endless and he didn't know what he was writing. Do you still remember everything after ten and a half years? There were a lot of biology test papers handed out today, and they said he felt a little bit fucked up. My father had sepsis and my mother had albinism. I asked which disease the son in the future would have a higher chance of getting. bigger.
"Both of them are not normal people. If they have hair, isn't this a disaster for the next generation?" With this in mind, he drew a tree diagram on a piece of paper to compare the differences between recessive genes and dominant genes. Then calculate which disease the unlucky child is more likely to get in the future.
When he got to the next multiple-choice question, he became irritated, so he wrote it down randomly.
¡°I¡¯ll proofread it tomorrow anyway,¡± he thought.
He was not in the mood to write the next exam papers either. He took out a large notepad from a pile of exam papers and spread it out, revealing a crooked painting.
After turning through about a dozen pages, there was a large blank space under a large number of dense words. Fang Hua changed to a black pen and began to write seriously.
Since I was a child, I have had random thoughts and ideas popping up in my head unconsciously. When he was a child, he liked to tell others these complicated stories in his head. The content of the stories was pretty much the same. He was an indomitable hero and had a decisive battle with the villain. Sometimes it's an eight-headed spider, sometimes it's a female ghost king who can clone himself, and then he fights until the sky is dark, the sun and the moon are dim, and when he's about to be beaten into a dog, he fights back with a single move and kills the villain instantly. The hearty feeling is like that in the final episode when Sun Wukong beat Piccolo, Wukong sent a Qigong wave with one hand to penetrate Piccolo.
No one is willing to listen to his stories, and his brother is mostly impatient when he hears these stories. Fang Hua knows that he is busy, and he has no one to talk to, but in those days when he was blind. He also never learned to write.
Finally, after having three hours of light every day, he began to work hard to learn to read. Although the process was extremely difficult, after a year, he was able to look at the old words of the previous era brought back to him by his brother without any obstacles. Comics.
His talent for drawing is too poor and he cannot draw comics. His emotions can only be described in words. The source of his art isLife is higher than life. The nineteen-year-old Fang Hua is still a loser who still has his first love. Naturally, he cannot write about love. Fighting monsters and upgrading, and the protagonist ascending to the world has become the center of his story. the main plot.
Therefore, the love paragraphs in the novels written by him are lackluster. The hero and heroine seem to have fallen in love with each other since they were born.
Of course, usually at the end of the novel, he will write the woman to death as a prerequisite for the explosion of the hero's small universe.
He was in a very uncomfortable mood today, so he killed the second male character at the end of the chapter. The gold element user and the boss number two died together. In the night, he used a silver awl to nail himself and the boss to the cliff. , the moonlight shines down, full of epic tragedy.
Perfect!
Fang Hua closed the book and looked at the time. It was already past eleven o'clock. His eyes would soon return to their original state. He slowly walked to the window and looked at the silent night sky and the street. The street light is on.
My brother came back a little late today.
Fang Hua walked back to the bed, took off his clothes skillfully, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes.
In the darkness, he almost forgot the fact that he had been beaten.
In the haze, there was a noisy voice outside, which seemed to be my brother's voice, and there was also another voice. Who was it? Maybe he is his brother's friend, Fang Hua thought, turned over and closed his eyes.
Li Mu walked into the room. This room gave him the feeling of going back thirty years. Although he was reluctant to admit it, in his mind, this place could be described as a slum. .
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The young man was beside him, already unconscious. As soon as Li Muguang helped him in, he lost his strength.
¡°It¡¯s true, Li Mu Dao, he has become like an intimate uncle. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. ) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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